You never know when your
moment of true greatness may come
You may be tired
You may be broken

But if U give up
You might miss
your chance to be
the greatest You have ever been

Believe me, that's just a lie
It's a lie she tells her friends
'Cause the real song, the real song
Where she won't even admit to herself
The beatin' in her heart
It's a song lots of people know
It's a painful song
A little sad truth
But life's full of sad songs
A penny for a wish
But wishin' won't make you a soldier
With a pretty kiss for a pretty face
Can't have its way
Y'know tramps like us, we were born to pay

~Uncredited Bruce Springsteen spoken word lyrics from the 1978 Lou Reed
song "Street Hassle"
(Springsteen begins speaking about 9 minutes into the song)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bkG9BKgDvNI

She talks to the wall
(feel like a wall when someone
talks to me without listening)

Stones shouting at each other's backs
inside my aloneness I am alive

(complete solar system of energetic
harmonics)

I free you to
the Gods
beloved

(sleep with your
heart next to me)

step into the
shinning wisdom
of self

Bless you my angel
(& how light parted for us
all illusion for a moment
& we felt us shinning)

Say a prayer for my freedom
and I will sing a song in my
heart for
your
love

(let us go
now)

mixture of ideas
dreams
broken dreams
Binary sets of dichotomous
intentions
emotions

Polarized-sensations
ideas/death of ideas

reactions-renovations
Ambiguousness
& Ambivalence

Hanging on
letting go
running towards
running away

fleeing
clutching
grabbing
stabbing

(the old--love/hate
thing)


wanting desperately to live
desperately to die
to survive
to be someone
to be no one

To stay
to leave

to be wanted
to be left alone
to be peaceful
to be violent

to be enlightened
to be forgotten

to be a beggar
to be a king

to be with her forever
to never see her again

to dissapear
to re-appear before everyone
to not say a word

to put a gun to the head of the
world and make them read every
fucking line of every goddamn thing
I say

(some spirit has fled from me
while others invade)

You can't use words
to find me

You can't use your
body
to find me

One day
when you lose the
self you have constructed
you will find me

I know the pink stone
you gave me
is your heart

(the way I gave you my
soul
in the silver ring
made outta
rock n' roll)

radio/record magic
avataristic voice from the
grave

(save us)

The Naked Spirit
filled with riches

enter into
this house of light

Childhood vision of the winged
goddess

(she whispered that I was
an eagle

Landed from the mountains
and that when I grew stronger
I would fly away)

and a warrior also
whom no one could harm

I grew strong and tall
and brave
(and forgot all about her)

She came to me in a dream again
now I realize that I was starting
to grow old and afraid

Time for the true warrior
to FLY

(without fear
without pain)

Coiling and
(uncoiling)
of the snake

fangs
glistening
with poison elixir

Metamorphasis of diamonds to
dust
gold to rust

(free yourself of the
quest and
arrive)

Transitional freedom
power of life/death force
innate strength expanding
intrinsic mojo rising

time to go within
harmonize
shamanic intentions

it ain't the coffee I drink
or the cars I crashed
or the bones I broke

or the money I made
or the fortunes I lost
or the love I gave away

or the way you look or
the way you taste
or the way you smell

or the the things you said
or the way you moved
or the way we touched

Ghosts that won't fade back


We came from the primal places
conjured with shamanic incantations
betrothed by the fire
(primeval wilderness)

there is no separation
don't let time &
circumstance confuse you

master's of illusion we paint
everything but the truth

(the truth is a white sheet
hung carefully over the
antique nothing)

sweet
delicous
honey on the eyes
honey on the tounge
honey on the heart
honey on the brain
honey on the soul
(some of the ways you
taste to me)

Sometimes,
When my bones talk to me
(I listen)

I say
“what do you want to tell me aching knees
Stiff ankles, pain in my shoulder?”

They always answer the same
(that I should love you with every fiber of my
Being)
When I listen
I am healed

You Know Who You Are

I might require the
nothingness this time
(the nothingness that leads to
allness)

Dream #1.
(woman in the red dress=bliss)

Dream #2.
I watch myself being directed
to get on a line, 40th passenger back
for the train

I am holding my own luggage
brown leather attache case

I ask, "can't I give myself the luggage"
=leave for the future/now, without the past;
clean beggining. drop the old paradigm completely


Dream# 3.
riding in a car. I am in the backseat with a cocked pistol.
Two men in front. About to commit some malevolent deed.
I jump out of the moving car on a highway, 40mph
they shoot me in the head.
Wake up in hospital.
=Wake up now! Make the shift now!
no luggage, no hesitation,
make the jump immediately
it's that critical,
that important.


I recieve these dream gifts
(I invite you to my future)

The angels meet
perfect,pure
connection

Fly
fall
dance
seperate

(tuning their vibration
to true source energy)

re-integrate
heaven-on-earth

Blissful
harmony

Perfect Angel of My Visions
(lives inside the place I keep her
field of light within
me)

gentle-angel-caresses
liquid ecstasy flowing
around us

soft-forever-melting
nothing to hold onto

The funny thing is I thought she was real
but she only circles me
(a moon unable to break its orbit)

She's just a dream
(so is life)
apparition of ecstasy in the
nighttime

"Thou shalt not kill":
-except when the U.S. Government wants to
-except when we can invade a country for their oil, money, profit etcetera
-except when it justifies more wars
-except when it can win the next election

"Thou shalt not kill":
-unless we can sell arms to both sides of a conflict
-unless it might make the economy rebound, or at least create profit for nepotistic corporations

-unless we've created a mythology around a fabricated cult of personality against someone who may or may not have been behind a single attack

-unless it hides the fact that our own government may have been behind the worst mass killing on American soil in the late 20th century

Don't lose the heartspace I showed you
(you can't fear death if you want to be
with me)

I am for the open road and
for everything that happens

(I've already dissapeared)

gangplanked again
(shooting rubber bullets from the
psychic guns of the lost prophets of my
dead visions)

Who are you to come to me all bloody?
(goddess of the earth I am truly sorry,
we shall grow new limbs together)

Don't fear the planet
or the moon or the
cosmos

I will remember