Without Constraint there is only Chaos,
Without Chaos there can be no Creation.
In between Leaders are forged by the pressure.
Wisdom is knowing the Fire from the Anvil.
Leadership is wielding the Hammer without vanquishing the Flame.
Without Constraint there is only Chaos,
Without Chaos there can be no Creation.
In between Leaders are forged by the pressure.
Wisdom is knowing the Fire from the Anvil.
Leadership is wielding the Hammer without vanquishing the Flame.
I have peeled back this womb
I have crawled unto my tomb
The sun has burned to smoky cloud
I have lit the candle
I have burnt the candle upon this shroud
I have armed myself for
The blind sanctuary of my mind
Writing my obituary
To decry the solidarity of my life
As the candle flickers out of light
As the candle flickers we all die…
I have broken the stones
I’ve wrecked my home
I have not found where I belong
I’ve drunken myself and now I’m gone
At least I’m honest
I cannot behold, I cannot be held
By this cursed flesh or by the spells
I cannot be told, It cannot be said
That Right or Wrong will keep me fed
As I flicker through the pictures
As I stumble through my life
As the wick-ed end consumes me
The candle burns out
Mythic &
Strong
There are times that we are un-reconciled to ourselves
Shameful, blameful of ourselves.
Some shelter in the rain
On our path of self disdain
I aim to go. I aim to go.
Tall walls, confine around me
Seal the path, constrict around me
So I climb onto the slippery ledge.
I fear the path I tread, but
I aim to go.
I’ll take it slow
Watch it grow
I’ll take it slow
But I aim to go!
Because, Some of us choose to live
And some of us choose to die
And some of us choose to climb above it.
Wakka Chakka
by Singer on September 15, 1997 in 1997, Garage, Recordings, Songs
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I believe in prophesy.
I can show you all that there is to see.
Do you know anything,
or do you wait for me to bring the truth?
Let me tell you brother
let me tell you sister
let me tell you child
You Can Fly Away!
Let me tell you brother
let me tell you sister
let me tell you child
You Can Fly Away!
And even if the day goes by
with a pause or a STOP!
And even if the day goes by
might as well just drop down to the ground.
Let me tell you brother
let me tell you sister
let me tell you child
You Can Fly Away!
It’s all there for you
Just remember where you have been today
Take a Smile for the truth
You can fly, I’ll show you the way.
Let me tell you brother
let me tell you sister
let me tell you child
You Can Fly Away!
Boredom abashes, fragile minds
Turns them to ashes; soiled blind
You’ve turn to run away from this disease,
But with your hollow self, you’re left to plead.
So you cry out loudly in the vacant night,
No one else can bring the light.
Where do you turn to, when you can’t decide?
So, where do you turn to when you’ve run to hide?
(Not inside)
Little shelter girl, I know you
Fragment of yourself, soul residue
You were so innocent, sweetest little child,
Then you found the world, your refuge exiled
So, you wrap yourself in night-from blankets
Found the truth was how you faked it.
Fake it. Faked it.
Where do you turn to, when you can’t decide?
So, where do you turn to when you’ve run to hide?
Behind the shattered truth of your desire
Lies solid shadow streams, an invisible fire.
In one grained moment, you’ve come to this goodnight.
You turn away from me, stealing the sight”
Of what has come to pass and who you are
With one arms breadth, you pull me apart.
You found yourself, didn’t you?
Come face to face with me and share the truth.
PEEL away this Mask, So I can see through you.
You could reveal to me in One Sharp Breath
But you, you turn from me…
SEEKING THE DEATH
Of your lost soul and your cracked feet
Pacing in this wasteland, burning in the heat.
Turn
to
me
TURN TO ME
(A Keatsian Formatic)
I
Dante, Milton, Shakespeare, Keats — Blake, Wordsworth, Whitman, Shelley, Byron, Yeats & Williams;
more whom I may not name here,
Have created a creature beyond Plot, Setting, Scene, or Character. Illuminate, These great ones do, that which is past this tier
Of Human understanding & take us
To ancient realms, where Pithy Poesy rules
The words & truths that are the essences
Of Inspiration: The ‘Prolific Schools.’
2
In this summer, our bounty breeds delight
Full of thoughtful thoughts which wild wisdom breeds.
With concentrated contemplations we
Shall resolve to evolve, finding the right
Means & Methods in everything we read;
For Pithy Poetry provides Suns to see
In and beyond our shadows of a thought.
That blind & enlighten our ev’ryday’s
Search for Truths, which some have found, but few sought.
“Prolific Poesy show us newer ways!”
3
It does respond, this Mythic Immortal,
Who thrives in pages by Sages who’ve tried
To tame that beast of Thought, which rages on,
Inside their minds defying ritual,
For when it strikes no Muse can turn aside
These willful words which shall prevail anon.
The call is heard, from mindful men who speak,
By this Creature of their creation, who
In reply gives voice to that which they seek
And offers Time to words which we hold true.
4
O, pithy Poesy, Praises shall be sung
To thee that is the essence of out hearts
for you tell us of Wisdom Truth & Right.
It is through you that the passionate young
find their rhymes of Love. Your meanings can start
Pure Wars, and fan the flames for a Just Fight,
Where Freedom frees Spirits for the pursuits
Of Love & Peace, so we may grow fruits
For proliferating purity, and
Once again reap from a civilized land.
(A Keatsian Formatic)
1
What subtle leaf plays havoc on my cheek? Wild westward wind blew thee into my hand.
Proponderance —*my mind sets forth to seek; Violent beauty laid waste across the land.
“Fall Sentients, tribute Profundity!” Gods flow forth beneath its omniscient stance;
With bowed heads, thin grasps take up marbl’d capes; Fair beings, lost, regain humanity.
Mythic response to endings seen short glance. Sun eclipsing, shallow graves, pull forth escapes.
2
Rise up thou used living dead. Be led Unto simpler, easy thoughts. No more Shall it be asked that Ponderance be fed.
Close, you, your mind to stairwell leading doors. Why worry one’s self with wild willful thoughts? No need to seek the deep, un-navigat’d Terrain, which leads unto pure divine Expressions. Shun such petty useless rot.
“I shall not let this be negotiated! O, Profundity, save this soul of mine!”
3
Dig deep, trench through, swallow the sallow soil, Until the reflection of self is seen.
Fallen creatures abashed by earthen toil.
Bear on, oh Brother Slayer, hands washed clean. Deserted plains produced sane green sages—
Tablet law from mountains for moral men—
Symbolic wood, blood stained, forgave wrongs done. Ancient ways trampl’d under war hooves’ rages, ‘Til submissive souls sang the song of sin
Never to understand—why? “Holy Son!”
4
“Profundity, why dost thou madness bring?”
Unto Poetic Genius a gift,Yet some sad souls sit shattered by your sting.
Between extremes, plain thoughts are free to drift. We shall not let these blanket us in cold,
For, once settled, stale shovels dare not dig, Since plugged-in gods make minds afraid to stand, And have one thought, original, be told. All this calamity from one truth fig?
Last sweet morsel. Rejoice! Now dreams command.
*
Proponderance – the mental action or process that occurs prior to the consideration of a profound thought.