Dreamself

Sorry I have been MIA for a while.  Here are some more song lyrics I've written.



They say
That when you are awake
That you are you
And I am me

But they say
That when you are dreaming
That you everything
'Cause your mind creates all that it sees


But what if I told you
That it never changes
'Cause when you awaken
You're still dreaming
And the world that surrounds you
Is all that you are
Cause the mind that percieves it
Arises from everything

And your life is the world's dream


But sometimes
Your mind runs in circles
And the love that's between us
Seems so far away
And the future expanding
Along with your past
Takes you away from the present
And all that you are here and now

And I wrote this song for you

Cause your life is the dream of the world
And your life is the world's dream

Meeting A Stranger For The First Time

Another song for you... still no recording though.  In the meantime I'll give you another song:

Meeting  A Stranger For The First Time

Walk down these streets while their feet and their faces

pass me by

They move as if they’re in a trance or as if I’m not

Really here

And I look into their eyes

And they look away

Cars driving up to the stoplights

Honk in their rush to get away

The streetlamps block out the moonlight

And I’m left here waiting for a sign….

And you appear under streetlamp’s glare

And In your eyes

I see you there

Noise from the city surrounds us with movement

But for me everything is still

An unspoken feeling, surrounding, expanding

To you, and me, the city…

And I’ve always lived for these moments

Where everything falls into place

Nothing between us but silence

No words could pierce our gaze

[bridge]

And you walk towards me

And my eyes can feel the touch of your smile

A dream all around us

As you walk by

[bridge]

I feel your smile though you dissolve into the crowd

City’s rhythm pulls you away into the emptiness of the streets

And I turn around

As you walk away

And the birds calling out from the rooftops

Tell me what I felt wasn't there

And I’m left here standing in silence

As the city pulls me away...

And you turn around….

Concrete and Shadows

 I promise you I'll find some way to record myself.  Till then, I guess we'll both have to be satisfied with lyrics.

Concrete and Shadows

Reflecting its shades of grey

The moon lights the people’s cityscape

Waiting for them to open their eyes

From a dream so fantastic it touches the sky

Lets take all its shapes of squares and straight lines

And curve them and weave them like ivy vines

Lets touch all the pavement, the steel and the glass

And turn it to forest, to fields and to grass

And dance in the rain

Time will stop again

My friend

And you are the sunrise that is what it embraces

And you are the leaves’ green dancing in the grey

Concrete and shadows won’t keep you in memory’s chains

Echoing on the stone

Feet try to find their way home

Faces pass each other by

A friendly glance shares no reply

But I look into you and see in your eyes

The love that’s so wanting in the city at night.

Lets take the awareness we share in our gaze

And use it to build and to live a new way

And touch all the grey

And to green it will fade

Cause you are the sunrise that is what it embraces

And you are the leaves’ green dancing in the grey

Concrete and shadows won’t keep you in memory’s chains

Time slowly turns all into dust

Concrete crumbles and metal rusts

All things born will pass away

Isolation cannot remain

Glass towers enclose me while feet touch the stone

People surround me yet I feel alone

The love I remember fades in with the grey

And tonight I’m left longing for the warmth of new day

But I hope all the same

I’ll feel it again

With you my friend

Cause you are the sunrise that is what it embraces

And you are the leaves’ green dancing in the grey

Concrete and shadows won’t keep you in memory’s chains

Interstitial Selves/Headcrack

The content of this poem is probably not appropriate for this blog but I'm going to post it anyway.  To some extent, however, i think it is a fitting counterpoint to my poem We Know Each Other.  Parts of Interstitial Selves also remind me of the aspects of the city that I describe in Displacement, though the narrator in former poem has certainly been infected by the movement of the city much more than the narrator in the latter poem.

Interstitial Selves

Inside the café

I look out on to the small portion of the city grid that unfolds before my eyes:

Beyond the softness of my translucent reflection on the window pane

Towards the sea of black coats, umbrellas and moving shapes that grace the landscape.

Another person,

Another life:

Another unread novel rotting on the shelf

Passed over by all who would read it;

Passed by on the city street.

Can you feel the rain between us

As you move on

Pretending not to see the face that stares past my prints

Shining off the window after these longing fingers pull away?

I have seen it in your face when you look down or straight ahead

And pass by the others in your bubble as if living in your own dream:

Merely a distant gaze,

You face the throng,

Face desire

Face the unconscious need that drives the surrounding movement forward

Towards the discovery of its own emptiness that renews its search and its longing.

You do not share this longing:

Dwelling in this space between the others

Content to be carried along by the forces beyond your control

How I wish your calmness would infect the world around you

So as to part this ocean of desirous chaos

That I might walk to you

Look you in the eyes

And smile…

The Landing

My life is currently filled with empty space.  How ironic that I felt more at home when I was homeless (see my poem Dust), than now, when I am at home...

The Landing (The Lost Kingdom)

 The cloud,

 A formless palace in the sky, 

 Drifts by in the haze of this fleeting dreamworld:

 Out the window that keeps me separate

 From the freedom of its emptiness

 As if to enter it's glittering void of star and city light

 Would immediately dissolve it into its own abyss...

 Consecrated by this boundary 

 This metal bubble drifts through

 This most intangible of kingdoms:

 Empire for the passing bird 

 Who never stop here 

 To make their home 

 But ride along the fallow winds

That blow in this world of transition.

How I long 

To join the darkened skies,

And drift among the passing clouds:

To live forever in the flux and flow 

Of the homelessness of empty space.

But I am not asleep tonight

As dreams fly me outside this shell

Made of flight and metal hollow

To the wind's cry in my new domain.

But ground draws me towards its wake

For dreams that flew me from its grasp

As my world falls from me like a stone

And from this, 

My kingdom

I stand overthrown.

Escapist: Two poems

I have been hesitant to post these because of their escapist content... but now the time has come...

Dreamer

In a distant universe

In a distant galaxy

Around a distant star

On a distant planet
In a distant house

With a distant mind

Someone feels the same as me.

Dreamscape                                                                                          

Sometimes

When the sun goes down,

But does not take with it the weight of daily life,

I find my eyes looking up

To the lights that share their wisdom with my troubled mind.

Most days

My mind finds times when it acquiesces to the struggle

Of the pressures that the world thrusts upon it,

But still it finds refuge in the stars

That shelter from the ever-shifting flow

Of the illusions that press on me to change.

Every night

When my eyes travel the infinity above my head,

I am freed from careless thoughts that drift aimlessly in my mind

The openness of space greets me with its silent embrace.

Send me adrift around the stars,

Past the endless nebulas, planets and their suns!

Orbit me around the galaxies that stand indifferent to our human time:

A blink of an eye that’s quickly forgotten in the infinite.

Up there I find myself as the calm that permeates the emptiness

As I feel all those careless boundaries peel away…

Legion

Lyrics:

Enveloped in a sentiment,
a sound that rushes over me.
Engage an impulse to pretend
I have a faith that's pure.
Not forgetting what it means to dream.
Indulging everything.
Entertaining thoughts that I've the strength
of those I yearn to be.
Cheers and tribute greet the saviors.
Reckless thoughts survive.
Anachronistic and impulsive...

And what will happen?
Will I dream?
I am too scared to close my eyes.
For a second dreams hold me.
None can change in me these things that I believe.
But I don't know what happens now.
I am too scared to close my eyes.