juking & jiving
your damn way through, but
stickin'
to the script like
you were bred to do.
life plays you tight-
this ain't no zone D.
but there are so many ways
for us to get free.
no matter
how
you twist,
turn,
or fade away,
home waits for you,
right now,
right here.
so,
walk your way
and remember
to play YOUR game,
and we promise
to welcome
you home
once again.
Category: EL
Take Me Home Again
albion mist
clouds my heart.
I cannot hear the drums.
the might of my fathers washed
away in the myth of history.
I cannot feel the drums.
empty children, wandering
without soul, eternally seeking,
try to guide me through their hell.
they have never heard
the sound of the drums.
they cannot know
the sound of the drums.
the sound of the drums
that will take me home.
the sound of the drums
that can take us home.
The Stranger
home beckons
from distant
and
strange lands.
wild places lost
to memory,
or clouded in dream.
but nowhere
ever,
does he hear his name.
a perfect day
did
you
smell
today's promise in
the waning night
air:
crisply thin,
and growing?
did
you
see
the morning sky
wink
as storks skipped
'cross the ether
into a rising flame?
did
you
taste
the delicate pines
dripping mist and magic,
and memories?
did
you
hear
the robins, and tits and
crows all laugh
with the old chortling mamas
swimming in love?
surely you felt
that
tingling spark of
recognition
singe your soul, when the grizzled stranger
smiled
just for you.
rare indeed,
are days lacking
in such love
and wonder.
a masterful novice
a
master
of comedy
scurrying this way
and that,
provoking
divine chortles
which lace the evening sky,
as I forever seek the truth
glowing inside.
a
master
navigator
venturing over baobab
and through acacia,
leaping under
the sound of the drums.
steeped in earthy aroma,
I find myself here,
waiting.
a
master
of seduction
leaving behind desire and ecstasy, as
the ghost of longing slips
unfathomably close, leaving
in its wake a truth that
glistens
with tantalizing delight across
naked skin,
fulfilling a hunger that wants
for naught.
yet
the whispers of loss still
tingle in my ear.
my apprenticeship has only just begun.
Prelude
torn asunder
by the shadow of love,
pieces of yesterday
litter the way
forward,
while lost tears
find their way home
under a star's cold embrace.
and
the moon rises
again.
3,000 Fireflies, 1 Angel, and a Devil too.
luring me back
safely
to a kingdom of childhood wonder,
these sparks
of divine possibility
lead me
recklessly
into a future
drowning in alchemy,
faith, and
dirty down home blues.
whispering bliss
tantalizingly
safe
in this faint
elusive wisp
of
Here &
Now,
like
the scent of
Jasmine,
dancing ecstatic,
'cross summer fields
full of fireflies
and
other forgotten dreams.
wild things, sons of apollo
all twisted up, and down in shadow and ash, we find you. so low, on your belly you roll, begging forgiveness of your soul, for the missed opportunities and self-deceit, for the fear that ruled you, and for so much more. but only silence. and shadow respond. silence, and shadow. . and you retreat into the empty corners within, exploring the void, mourning what never could never have been. rise up, Brother, you are not alone. do you hear the rumbling of the drums, beating deep inside your chest? mama calling. the drums pound, flowing lost rhythms straight through your bones. papa calling. the drums sound, rattling the fear out from your bones. destiny calling. and when the dark moon rises, Our soul fire lights the cold winter night, with a fury long lost, but ne'er forgotten. ne'er forgotten. so come, and let us scald sun and sky with wicked pursuits and love eternal.
Awakening
so called clarity
begets this
mindless wandering.
I yearn again for
the simple dreamtruth
and
fantastical wisdom
found in that wild place within,
where cruel innocence
and
devout desire
writhe together as one,
intertwined;
ecstatic.
sinking once more
into this fog of knowing,
i drown my soul
deep into primal memories
of a union more true
than purest oblivion.
finally,
I am free.
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