SubscribeNote: This piece was written by an old friend of mine, and I completely loved it. A collaboration ensued, I wrote music for this, and it became my first single in the indie album, Boys & Girls: 1+1=3 back in 1996.
There are dark things and dark minds
But none darker is the love I bear...
Oh, let thy Psyche form one love
Which Elysium hath ye known
In deepest grass springs sweets of clove
Hast thou, my dear heart, ever mown?
Old ditties sung in humble essay
Music’s warmth, oh, clear lucidity
Wherein this maiden, unseen; she prays
For eternal bliss, religion of alchemy.
Tears of diamond, crystal drops
Paleness enclouds melodious tombs
Of deep dark memories on mountain top
Cuts...
Awake from thy deep and restless sleep
Darkness unveils her nightly hood in holy shrine
Of laborious gloom and blood of keeps
Exalted thy beauty, flesh of religion divine.
Come one, come two, come phantoms of the night
Howling, shrieking, assaulting thy senses
Never more the eternal manifest of light
Thy black soul shall never evoke the Muses.
Rise, dead one! Rise from...
I say within myself-
“And is it indeed true, that this
angel of Heaven exists here,
in this nether world-
among us?”
Then shalt one love subdue to insanity?
Conceive what my heart has to say;
A look from thine eyes into mine,
a kiss from thee upon my lips,
instructs me in all…..
Conceive what my heart has to say;
it overflows with soft sighs
all...
The daffodils dream
As they cry and sing
When the winds are low and breathing fast.
The daffodils dream
As the sunshine brings
The love light stumblings of the past
The daffodils dream
In a sea of silver
Like Adonis in the arms of Venus.
The daffodils dream
When the night is winter
And the maddening soul is cleanest.
The strangest justice
The universal truth
The daffodils sleep...
Dance on a metaphor
In the bass of the moon
Complete mercenary, you are the cherub of my heart.
The pentagram lies within a circle
The crucification of your own thoughts
Are infirmities and contradictions.
Dance on a sea serpent with its long tentacles
No, its glittery scales gleam in the sun
Like green glazed tiles of a temple’s roof.
I admire much the...
Some say that
Finding the romance of your lifetime
Is to first adjudicate the likes
Of giving yourself a full-hearted hug
Without the animosities of force
Nor the drudgeries of the canals they dug
Way back in olden Italia
Whereon a bridge there used to perch a canary
Tweeting all mightily
But he was just an insignificant little fallacy.
Some say that
Finding the dreams of...
He touches my fingers, in cool misery
He smiles at my laughter, I never can see
His warm being fine, the fancy is mine
Electrical bees is what he will come see.
The little restaurant at the end of the world
Chock-full of those strangers, I never will know
And all garlic breath, they do not confess
Electrical bees is what he...
Musician’s note: Another 9-year old piece, yet to see the daylight of publishing/production.
Sourcing his heart’s contents one night
As we sat quietly in the breezy light
The memories of his past seemed to haunt his time
Dredging up those earthy feelings sublime
He said, What can I do
If she didn’t love me true
Betraying all that he gave
All his vibrant...
Musician’s note: Wrote this piece 9 years ago. Has it been that long?
First date
We walked down the water hole
Careful and tender so he would know
What a serious thing it was to ask him out with me
Serious thing it was to find myself again
Hush now
The paint-brush it draws a scene
Beauty reflected from him within
Ridiculous way it...
