he said I gota do something about where we’re headed
we thought we were creating a world for our children
we took the poison of material culture and spread it
preached it as gospels
killed to hold on tight
saying all the time we were living like soldiers
laying velvet dirt with a fight
screaming of freedom from crowded egos
damning our children to where we should go
standing still hollering to ears turned against us
wondering if when they get there will they remember us?
he said we must ask for amends
we thought creation meant destruction first
we controlled the very breath of humans and sold it
killing spirits of our own brothers to feel power
saying all the time they are hells creatures who feed on scum
screaming of freedom like savage Romans
trampling life of Gaia’s Earth
wondering if in her wake
when she quakes her wrath into our vanity
if she will remember us
he said we have to do something about what we’re doing

He stands amid the circle
Adoni folds him in her wings
brush the sting of death held at bay
wrap him warm still the storm
Awaken in a vivid dream
renewing arms of Divine love
He sat beneath the healing tree
Neptune’s drizzle washing clean
Prussian arms of healing mist
Sea’s aroma soaks and bliss
expressed in a deluge from above
He slept beneath the Lunar light
Midnight fingers boney and white
Stream of blue and his tears fall light
swept the dusty veils of mind
reveal the world hidden behind
While all of life is standing still
Images tiptoe into the real
The deep blue sings of truth
beyond where it can be seen
He stands outside his mind
picturing life in a vibrant change
outside the cocoon
another world, time,
the minds eye, whatever
gods live there

I feel like I did before the magic wore thin.
Like a child at the waters edge
hanging onto a sand paradise
holding destiny in a pale.
If I close my eyes I sense there is more to life
beyond that line where water meets the sky
Warm pale yellow sun lighting on a fantasy,
Orange sunset illuminates the Ocean current filling, refreshing, changing
Toeing the waters edge, I stood at a crossroad.
A future shaped by watching waves, coercion in a blue ocean,
becoming the force of change in a glance back
when innocence still held a glimmer of what my tomorrow could be
The bliss showing no regard for awaiting peril.
Then it hits me as I stand here,
breathing in the fumes of what it was like to feel aliveness
when the dream still pulsed and I remember
I missed who I was when I stood at the waters edge
And promised Neptune I’d never leave that bliss.
His icy blue arms licked the walls of my dream castle with salty glue
And he said…”never let time take your castle”.
Now here, standing in the door of tomorrow looking back,
feeling stronger,
with that scrap of a childhood dream feeling real in my hand.
I can sense the child inside me laughing at walls
becoming sand beneath my feet.
My castle walls washed into the sea.
Swallowing a vanishing future or a crumbled past.
I don’t know who I am these changes alter me…unrecognizable.
I saw someone else in that reflection, before the magic thinned.
Before life ran riotous.
Before everything changed,
even the potency of the dream is stronger.
Wayward destinies lap yearning, covetous.
My vision follows the reasons down a path out to the sea.
Then it hits me as I stand here, at the waters edge.
Feeling the breeze
tasting the freedom in the wind
before the magic wore thin.
That scrap of paper holding the dream still pulsing
breathing in the fumes.
He said: ”never let time take your castle”.

If I could scream to Jupiter to come take me home
If I could cry out loud enough to make him hear
If I could stretch my arms and fly away
would it be to spend another breath in this world I don’t belong?
If it all comes undone in a new tomorrow why bother?
He asked me why I said its hopeless. Why? Why not give in now?
Why keep trying when it all comes undone before we start.
My energy spent keeping spirit alive,
supplication to the god’s for a breath of life falls deafened,
my idea of love suffocates under this.
The hope I see in tomorrows sky seems to fade,
promise in a message that someone from on high has heard me
maybe I succeeded in tasting my dying dream for a time
maybe life accomplished keeping me silent
maybe the way to let go is so much easier than my will to live imagines.
I can’t take another day of hoping that this road might lead to love
knowing deep inside that dying here leaves a negative answer.
Is this the death that’s required to enter enlightenment? I’m there completely.
If I could scream I’d say I can’t take another day.
If I could stretch my arms and fly this thing I’d crash into the full moon and hold on tight.
Because a crash seems a better way to die than in this.
Knee deep in my new tomorrow the one I dug in and fought for.
Maybe I will to leave my mark on the world.
Leave some words to Dharma who I know can make them come alive.
I’m standing in the door of tomorrow enlightened rays spray across my face
one step leaves this world behind
nirvana winds alluring fingers around my mind.
How tempting to step off the edge and depart.
He asked me if at some point would I hang it up for something new.
If he only knew. I said it all comes undone before we start.

INSPIRED BY OCEANLAB:

My love you are the movement from another realm
Your words fuse passion-awaken Spirit
Divine Mother & Deus Powers follow everywhere alter everything
You may be invisible but I hear your footsteps from half a world away
I follow your movement in the dream realm
Your Spirit pulls me behind the glass to a world that’s real
Infuse with light, transform thoughts inside out
before you sleep at night you pray for me your lucky star
May I inspire dreams that guide you from half a world away

Friend on the outer limits, Why is it always like this?
Can you fly this thing? before I hit the down slope
before my head explodes before my strength crumbles
Blow evidence that love is for me

because tomorrows mayhem will crush me for sure & I can’t endure another day
I scream to the moon until my heart bleeds begging for an answer
Straining nights inky tentacles for my voice a whisper deafened by a blinding storm
I wish I had faith that love resides in more than bliss.
They Speak of love as an earned trinket held in abeyance
as a gold cup in a winners circle as the prize of submission to their hate
as freedom from slavery for broken spirits like me
as tough love being cracked under abrasive pressure
never including themselves in that broken catch.
What about compassion and a friendly voice?
What about the softness in a smile
My calling breaks under their force leaving coldness in its place.
Tears crystalize draining sentiments weakened in potency.
My friend my rock? Are you really on my side?
Listen Beyond the Words transmitting distortion.
I saw a better tomorrow and “Why?” gave way to “I promise”
Lock minds eye to that sandy beach where dreams stalled under a pink sky
dusk held magic and love was something flowing in many forms
as a small rose torn from the clutches of a thorn
as an open chapter from the diffident one
as a hug from a child friend as a suddenly from above
as an unexpected comfort treat from Earth Mother
as a signal to come closer & bring on the rain from the dharma
Phantom voices speak to me in a cloud of chaos
Slathering My broken mind with Neptunes salty fingers
loosening my spirit til it runs down my cheeks
On days like this when this crunch weakens my Spirit
when I’m alone enduring the trials of a hateful world on my own
I just can’t feel anything but the absence
Don’t keep to the safe limits when the deep end is reserved for you!
Wondering why I always wade beyond my limits? I’m a foreigner in a leaky boat
migrating from a broken mind braving the Spirit waters to bring me something true.
Drowning those who brave the current, after all I can’t even swim.
Be my friend I’m in need help me feel more than insignificant.
Help me feel like I belong in this world.
Then with the strength of two I will fix you.

I asked him why? He simply said: Gaia Gaia Gaia
Waning spirits suppress a curtained mist.
Torrents drawn back behind the canopy.
His eyes dampen and spill, no longer stilled.
Bromeliads, hold flooding rivers in green cupped veins
Stale sorrow he should never have to feel.
Gaia’s children perish. Terra Firma washed away.
Earth chatter hushed. Rain and forest beauty crushed.
The God’s bend low to mend.
Rivers draw up their skirts: movement
Flowing to higher ground: rearrangement
Flooded forests sustain the sound: adjustment
Fractured earth killed by her inheritors: abandonment
He sits with stone cold eyes facing the waters
wishing his passions would resurface
Earth’s chatter resurrect the calm
Infinite Emptiness to refill
all that matters rebuild
and Gaia’s colors radiate
as creatures flutter in the loft
wishing his spirit would mend
as wind on water: movement
as river tides washing mountains: rearrangement
reshaping the rocky floor below: adjustment
His voice echoes the empty canopy: abandonment
Earth’s stone cold hero cries
I asked him why?
He said quietly: Gaia Gaia Gaia

Nestled under the fairy like Rowan trees barren of their russet flowers, clothed instead in a lunar blue nightgown. Chilled breath of the twelfth night lapping through opened French doors of the makeshift concert hall, combing the naked stick trees, like boney white fingers.
One solitary light focuses on My Muse, his shadowed figure madly running fingers up and down the Ivory teeth of a white Grand Piano, casting off a saddened yet passionate Moonlight Sonata flooding the Indigo Serenade into the dark corners. Magnificent musical talent never displayed by a single written note or any shred of rehearsed sheets, highlighted by the tones and hues of La Luna’s iridescence. The concerto trickles flawlessly under fingers adorned like a Stellar God.
My Muse loosens a Spirit dragging him low. Forgetting the cornered off part of the world he occupies, his mind wrapped in oblivion, calling forth his elemental friends he’s appeasing, soaking all the silver he can from the moon to color the keys, playing his moods in a funneled focus until his black viral thoughts dispel completely.
Forgetting his position as the graceful supportive baluster being obliterated by hurricane forces blasting about his failing strength drowning the security he desires. Features once blessed with centering peace now snarling at his reasons to set a hasty union off until the stormy skies clear. Futile energies spurring him to a wild tangle, twisting temporary stability into a prison sentence with a brooding spirit swollen full of suffocating realism that an actual bond beyond what he’s prepared for squeezes acknowledgment of its existence. When he’d rather not give airtime to the abrasive moxie of being caught up in a Union so untamed and mangled! A dynamic duo creates magic on the same plane! Love doesn’t have to be so hard! So alike even in explosive stubbornness, swinging with the same survival tactics when backed against the wall, attempting to drudge up an effort to keep a dissolving relation intact. Casting crowns and all integrity on a principled stance. THIS isn’t love, just two wills diluting the potency of a forever change, unleashing the gates to overflowing, weakening the intensity of a crucible fire.
Crumbling the one relationship he’d hoped would remain out of the crushing grip of Father Time, pushing away the gutted heart of the person enduring the force of the impact. The passionate sacrifice infusing the night sky with his will to let go, summoning his source holding new hearts in a knot yet tied. Wafting the tender unconquered horizon held in the set of eyes he can never erase, stealing his heart to setting sail towards the bond that never loosens. The moonlight relieves the irons clasped over his armored chest cavity locking down emotion, holding anything worth feeling to a day twice removed into a distant later when the fire smolders and more loving arms can brave the impact with him. He drains the last silvery drop onto the keys, Ignoring the breathy chatter of his audience until every last note falls with perfection and the sentiment congeals, leaving fear in hands more capable.

Changing lanes on a strange road still alone in this chaos huffing loads in solitude
Straining Nights Inky tentacles for my voice funneled into fragmented passages
draining sentiments weakened in potency. Slathering silent pages til they crystalize with tears,
My broken mind congeals loosening the road behind, letting the curtain fall closed
and blacken the waisted years. Locked away in annuals of forms never to inhabit again.
Friend on the outer limits, in a life I’ve never been in.
Listen Beyond the Words, they transmit in distortion.
Reach past emotions channeling the unfamiliar as a ruse.
I’m braving the Spirit waters to bring me something true.
Wondering why I always wade beyond my limits?
I’m not afraid to come too close to what I don’t understand!
I’ve seen what it is to love, a momentary stream of life flowing in and out.
Drowning those who brave the current, after all I can’t even swim.
I’m a foreigner in a leaky boat migrating from a broken mind.
Phantom voices scream of failed yesterdays through the wind.
With my pen I’m killing them off so they never come back.
They Speak of love as ego’s nurtured desire, daring the journey and the faded calling
Speak of love as something packaged from the store! Never caring that its more.
What about the days when this mayhem weakens my Spirit?
What about the months when I’m alone enduring the trials of a hateful world on my own?
What about the nights when my heart bleeds
What about the times when beauty floods my eyes?
What about the translucent night when lightening fractures Prussian skies?
Moon waxed full of love, where affection and everything warm and tender flows
The ocean surf curling my toes or Ra’s sunset calling my Muse
Stellar God’s fulfill my desires! Gifts of luminaries infuse my heart.
I’m not anti love for wanting to stay in this light that moves me,
I like it here, my life began in here, my breath is anchored here,
I’m accepted & loved in here. I’m everything in here!
Where I stand beside myself, knee deep, dialed in, reaching for the Infinite,
following the movements of The One I’d like to connect,
laughing at the way “His Nothing-ness” smiles
toeing the spacious edge, hugging the cold nothing
blinded by tears of joy, surrounded by The One promising red tomorrows
naming the twinkle specks, sharing elemental life with my pencils.
And I, like Ophelia of ladies most estranged to love,
holding a phantom image in a mind that’s broken, holding on with a quivering hand
reaching for hearts desires in the darkness not even knowing how to tell.
How does love smell? How does it taste, how will I know The One
whose instincts understand the threaded bonds beneath the connection?
The current beyond the words? The One who speaks the charms?
Friend on the outer limits, on a different page, I’ve never even been invited in!
Listen Beyond the Words transmitting my distorted mind
Don’t speak of love as a squared off piece of a day scarcely reached,
an eternity in yonder sea of forever tomorrows
Don’t let souls grow ancient waiting until love matures
else at the moment we’d strain the life out of it
or let go the effort, send it floating in the arms of nil
Don’t keep to the safe limits when the deep end is reserved for you!
Be Here Now. Keep your faith in me and I’ll keep mine in you.
Be Here Now! breathe life into my world be my friend when I feel small,
swimming in a Universe of power when a dynamic duo is required to wield the power tools,
Reach beyond the words, they weaken in potency the moment they breath
Feel beyond emotions. Speak of love as possibility.
Charade dreams  w/ pictures, action, a movement, show me how I move you.

two translations of a song I wrote for my first novel. If the translation is incorrect please be kind because I translated it on an online site.

JAKANAN’S  song:

If you wish to think inward, think of anyone, or anything notice a depth of Ocean, the tide, the sea. Behold three beauties; one as the tide races la Luna’s call to wane and wax full her arms, two as Arial’s high skirts support the surf, the  sand and three their refuge as they dance for me.

WELSH: Ai ddeisyfi at dybied ‘n dufewnol , dybied chan hunrhywun , ai ddim sylwa ddyfnder chan Aig , ‘r aches , ‘r aig. Canfod ‘n dri dillynion hun fel ‘r aches cenhedloedd la Luna’s alw at wane a chwyra llonaid ‘i arennau , ‘n ddau fel Arial’s ‘n dal chyrrau atega ‘r beiston a dywod a ‘n dri ‘n hwy achles fel dawnsian ata.
LATIN: Sis reor penitus , recordor quisquam , vel quisquam animadverto profundum of Ocean , estus , profundum. Aspicio three decorus ; unus ut estus natio nationis la Luna’s dico decresco quod increbresco plenus suus telum , duos ut Arial’s altus velitatio suscipio superficies quod sand quod three suum refugium ut they tripudio mihi.