Monday, July 16, 2012

Mnemonicals (07.10.12)


Mnemonicals (07.10.12)

I wear memories. I wear some so as to wear them down, not out mind you, just, down. Tattered fabric. A frayed fabric. High thread count fabric, And sheer too. Web weaving string pullers. WarDrobe. Triggers on high caliber riflings thru the chest to the stomach. It’s compelling to give them more credit than they are due. Or is that power? Or is that energy? One needs to focus. Perhaps. Sniping-snipers shooting right for and from the heart. Accurate, they. Marksmen, Markswoman.  It’s Invisible Ammo. Make no mistake though, out of sight, not out of mind, This good, and this bad. Felt but not soft. Emotion, the sniper and the sniped. The heart: vested just enough so as only to be chronically wounded. Dull not, these bullets. Maybe it’s the blunt impact, the body shock, the disbelief. There’s a difference ya know, between disbelief and it’s antithesis: hope.  A vast chasm of a difference.  One can still be mistaken for the other though, they are seemingly similar.  Deceivingly similar.  Similar?  How is this?  Range, that’s what. Ranges. Ranges mountainesque.  Ranges behind.  Ranges ahead.  Hope is always ahead. That’s the difference between Hope, and disbelief.  Chasm crossed.
And this wardrobe again, a walk in closet’s worth.  Labels only. Designed collaboration, name branded. Grateful for these accouterments; some, of uncomfortable fabric though. Some even, fabrications. Cut from my own cloth, my own weavings, be they strange, or stranger. Either way familiar. And the others, cut from similar cloths, so they too match my style, but not stranger. I wear both. I mix the matches so as not to be naked, I’m naked enough beneath these fashions, Ever so slightly exposed though. Exposure is best when well dressed.

©2012 Jeff Saphin

OM

Thursday, November 5, 2009

Soul Polish (11.5.9)




















Soul Polish (11.5.9)


Time is traveling through space

Everyone is watching you

I'm waiting for a face

Second hand point of view

Bending like molding clay

In a Dali sort of way

Space is standing still in time

Serves it's purpose perfectly

Pace faster than a light

A stowaway in laser beam

And our faces framed in Rays

Coming in our Halcyon Days


These Souls will Shine

Sanded by Time

Polished so Fine

They Reflect

These Souls Shall Shine

Like Noon at High

A thousand suns brighter

And Blessed…


Love cradling it all

Like "The Mother" done by Klimpt

Above, never can it fall

Like a cloud tied to the wind…

And the chaos can decay

In an organized sorta way


These Souls will Shine

Sanded by Time

Polished so Fine

They Reflect

These Souls Shall Shine

Like Noon at High

A thousand suns brighter

And Blessed…


Was awakened by a bird

What a calming sound i heard.

Eggs were in a floating nest

Was The Kingfisher I'd guessed


And Now, is a friend of Time

Or maybe it's the other way.

It's there, right between the lines

Of endless stretches counting days…

And the clock won't straighten out

It keeps wrapping around Now…


These Souls will Shine

Sanded by Time

Polished so Fine

They Reflect

These Souls Shall Shine

Like Noon at High

A thousand suns brighter

Protected and Blessed…


©2009 Saphin/GlobalUnionMusic


OM


Monday, October 26, 2009

Good Times, Bad Times, Better Times...


Ever notice how time passes so quickly when you're having fun and it's lags on when you're not? Here's something to think about: When you're in the good times of your days, think of those who aren't (a friend a people etc). Since time is relative. You can carry them thru their crap time with your speed, In doing so, your High times lengthen and their shit time shortens... No buzz kill for you, just a buzz birth for them.

OM

Wednesday, October 21, 2009

Everybody wants to Fly (10.21.9)

Everybody wants to Fly (10.21.9)

Every junkie shooting up
Trying to reach the top
But instead they'll take the plunge
Should they never stop
What a tragic way to die
Via needle evil eye

Everybody wants to Fly
If you deny it, then you lie
Everybody wants to Fly
Higher than high
Everybody wants to Fly
See the Planet from the sky
Everybody wants to Fly
Higher than high
Leave this weary world
If for a while...

Everyone has had the dream
You know what I mean
Some come down in crashing gasps
While others touchdown clean
Jumpers from an airplane
This reality
Broke my fall once as a child
Umbrella and a tree...
Either way we're seeking flight
Up by day or down by night

Everybody wants to Fly
If you deny it, then you lie
Everybody wants to Fly
Higher than high
Everybody wants to Fly
See the Planet from the sky
Everybody wants to Fly
Higher than high
Leave this weary world
If for a while...

Always having to come down
Spirit flies, flesh drawn to the ground


I don't think it's just to fly
That we really yearn
It's all well and good the sky
But it's for the birds
I think it's all a metaphor
For a different high
The irony is what we seek
Takes flight from deep inside
Call me fool or call me wise
Either way we learn to fly

Everybody wants to Fly
If you deny it, then you lie
Everybody wants to Fly
Higher than high
Everybody wants to Fly
See the Planet from the sky
Everybody wants to Fly
Higher than high
Leave this weary world
If for a while...

©2009 Saphin/Global Union Music

OM

Thursday, October 8, 2009

Moon Shot (10.8.9)

Moon Shot (10.8.9)

We gazed at the sky
In the morning after light
It was day and it was night
On Earth
And we saw a giant plume
Was it beauty or was it doom
6 miles high
The Lunar dirt
And it began to rain
My God how we have changed

You don't know what you're doing
Don't say that you do.
You're Lunatics because you're
Shooting at the Moon.
One small step and we could fall,
One giant leap could kill us all...


And Louis Armstrong's Song
The Lyrics right but something's wrong
Hummed and whistled, sang along
It's true
And Neil Armstrong's Step
That nobody could forget
On the Moon or on a set
Still moved.
Both reminded us we're One
Zarathustra spake all tongues

You don't know what you're doing
Don't say that you do.
You're Lunatics because you're
Shooting at the Moon.
One small step and we could fall,
One giant leap could kill us all...


And if catastrophe
Should the outcome be
And the Moon should spit
How would you fix it?


And all this time still rain
Couldn't see the Sun for days
And the drops were very strange
So grey.
And when the storm had cleared
it left a dusty atmosphere
It settled and the sun appeared
through haze
The rain came from the dust
That the Moon had sent to us
And an E.T. Mother-ship
Sent a bot to take the hit
Just go watch "The Time Machine"
And you'll see what could've been...

You don't know what you're doing
Don't say that you do.
You're Lunatics because you're
Shooting at the Moon.
One small step and we could fall,
One giant leap could kill us all...



©2009 Saphin/Global Union Music

Some beautiful imagery that would be a horrid reality.
"The Time Machine" Look at the Moon

And for some balance and another kind of beauty: A piece by Costa Avgoustinos for one of my fave rave songs by The Church, "Under The Milky Way" Remix, Craig Obey


OM