Monday, July 16, 2012
Mnemonicals (07.10.12)
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
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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.
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
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
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Thursday, October 8, 2009
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
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