Your being is flying, flying inside of whatever is free in me
name the spaces of evergreen streaming vision fleeting
is where gardens of us grew to beyond the sun (loving the moon)
poetry melting into the blending of us touching silky hot skin
forever, wherever your thoughts lead into seeing
to the center of the golden dream we dreamed
me I'm just floating in the sky you built long before we were born
Wednesday, November 27, 2013
Thursday, November 21, 2013
Wednesday, November 20, 2013
Sunday, November 17, 2013
Spent some time down in the
city gettin' dirty
(rented some time on the high
to get outta the city)
Slipped into paradise just
like a thief and lo
and behold
They gave me diamonds and gold
(all I gave them was my soul)
After the fire they sent me home
all burned out and such and such
and without the keys
I went in search of the perfect machines
(you were everything I ever
wanted
needed
dreamed of)
city gettin' dirty
(rented some time on the high
to get outta the city)
Slipped into paradise just
like a thief and lo
and behold
They gave me diamonds and gold
(all I gave them was my soul)
After the fire they sent me home
all burned out and such and such
and without the keys
I went in search of the perfect machines
(you were everything I ever
wanted
needed
dreamed of)
Friday, November 15, 2013
Sunday, November 10, 2013
we got hit that night
train-wreck smile
a mile wide
Too high to
hide
Moontides and
shit
(floated away
floated damn near
to now
grounded down
nailed to the floor
can't find the door)
slammed out the shutdown
round and round the
earthspace
location unknown
she died after she lied
downtown
(turn the moon out
it's early)
train-wreck smile
a mile wide
Too high to
hide
Moontides and
shit
(floated away
floated damn near
to now
grounded down
nailed to the floor
can't find the door)
slammed out the shutdown
round and round the
earthspace
location unknown
she died after she lied
downtown
(turn the moon out
it's early)
where do you go before
the penultimate run
(we had some good ones;
yeah
rode through storms
and shit-shows
freaked on the stuff and reeling
from the blows
some kinda prizefighter dodgin
stones
and the African flack
with the Asian-dirt-track
she was at least 6'2"
and stone cold beautiful
tear through you in the hurricane
morning and just splatter you in
her paintings:
0h sure she had the candles and the
wine and the silver
and the reasons to never
forget her)
the penultimate run
(we had some good ones;
yeah
rode through storms
and shit-shows
freaked on the stuff and reeling
from the blows
some kinda prizefighter dodgin
stones
and the African flack
with the Asian-dirt-track
she was at least 6'2"
and stone cold beautiful
tear through you in the hurricane
morning and just splatter you in
her paintings:
0h sure she had the candles and the
wine and the silver
and the reasons to never
forget her)
I mean
whatever she wanted me
to be
(easy, easy
for her to free
the free)
slide with
talk of smooth
scenes
a cat with cream
and the cafe steam
(live on the scent and
caffeine)
Something of the air inside
we shared breath
and it meant somethin
to me
(free and easy
in jeans) and
of course you know
all about the
machines
we rode fast NYC
times and the ghetto swag
(it's just a bag
lady
bag of tricks
and childhood dreams
let me trade them for your
fantasies)
with empty
means
whatever she wanted me
to be
(easy, easy
for her to free
the free)
slide with
talk of smooth
scenes
a cat with cream
and the cafe steam
(live on the scent and
caffeine)
Something of the air inside
we shared breath
and it meant somethin
to me
(free and easy
in jeans) and
of course you know
all about the
machines
we rode fast NYC
times and the ghetto swag
(it's just a bag
lady
bag of tricks
and childhood dreams
let me trade them for your
fantasies)
with empty
means
We ain't that
crazy as angels
stoked up to the stars
(it's just the machines baby)
yeah we could fly and
everything
but she told me about the
song without speaking
(I mean she just started singing
halfway underground
inside the pyramids
by the river
perfect key to free
our soul-birds)
and then we rode
moto through the stinking
villages
children sinking into the
decay of a civilization that
once
ruled
Yeah she was a goddess
and whatever
she took the microphone and
told us about the enlightenment,
blah-blah-blah
The empty chaired gurus and the
stone facades
(stolen lotuses sold cheap
I mean I bought you those roses
grown on the blood of hungry
beggars)
and they probably just died by
the bedside with our
throw-away ecstasy
and Western bravado
crazy as angels
stoked up to the stars
(it's just the machines baby)
yeah we could fly and
everything
but she told me about the
song without speaking
(I mean she just started singing
halfway underground
inside the pyramids
by the river
perfect key to free
our soul-birds)
and then we rode
moto through the stinking
villages
children sinking into the
decay of a civilization that
once
ruled
Yeah she was a goddess
and whatever
she took the microphone and
told us about the enlightenment,
blah-blah-blah
The empty chaired gurus and the
stone facades
(stolen lotuses sold cheap
I mean I bought you those roses
grown on the blood of hungry
beggars)
and they probably just died by
the bedside with our
throw-away ecstasy
and Western bravado
Thursday, November 7, 2013
Wednesday, November 6, 2013
They say he's in the
North Country now
(maybe he has a full beard
and wears the fur coats of animals he's
trapped
I don't know...maybe it's a
lie and he's clean shaven
hustling the rich girls
at Soho art shows
He could be in Asia doing
the phony guru thing
meditating in pyramids
with all the beads and such,
acting like he's gone
local
I'm sure he still writes poetry,
probably riding those damn
motorcycles,
(they say he's started to jump
out of airplanes again)
I have not heard from him
he was always elusive,
but then again he has a habit
of reappearing in full regalia)
Most Phoenix-like son of a bitch
I've ever met
could reinvent himself
at the drop of a hat
(probably pull some big flashy stunt
any second now)
North Country now
(maybe he has a full beard
and wears the fur coats of animals he's
trapped
I don't know...maybe it's a
lie and he's clean shaven
hustling the rich girls
at Soho art shows
He could be in Asia doing
the phony guru thing
meditating in pyramids
with all the beads and such,
acting like he's gone
local
I'm sure he still writes poetry,
probably riding those damn
motorcycles,
(they say he's started to jump
out of airplanes again)
I have not heard from him
he was always elusive,
but then again he has a habit
of reappearing in full regalia)
Most Phoenix-like son of a bitch
I've ever met
could reinvent himself
at the drop of a hat
(probably pull some big flashy stunt
any second now)
I made the machines
my friends
We had this rock n roll thing
to work through
and the pain
and the ecstasy pulled us through
(i never knew it would be you )
axis of that moment roaring
symmetry of our perfect centrifuge
(everything we've loved and feared)
All ghosts and angels riding
free
Ride free with you
Ride free alone
(I know my gods are
with me)
I keep your tears in an amulet
I keep your smile as a shield
I keep your warmth (it's another
sun inside my fire-heart)
I tattooed your name inside
my wings
(with the blood we bled)
It's okay for you to be free
from me
(I'm just some kinda bird anyway)
Some eagle or
somethin'
(some kind a' tribal tattoo,
where only the mythological
content remains)
my friends
We had this rock n roll thing
to work through
and the pain
and the ecstasy pulled us through
(i never knew it would be you )
axis of that moment roaring
symmetry of our perfect centrifuge
(everything we've loved and feared)
All ghosts and angels riding
free
Ride free with you
Ride free alone
(I know my gods are
with me)
I keep your tears in an amulet
I keep your smile as a shield
I keep your warmth (it's another
sun inside my fire-heart)
I tattooed your name inside
my wings
(with the blood we bled)
It's okay for you to be free
from me
(I'm just some kinda bird anyway)
Some eagle or
somethin'
(some kind a' tribal tattoo,
where only the mythological
content remains)
Sunday, November 3, 2013
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