TRACKS
Lost Souls
[Mostly
Instrumental]
The heart's eye
can see inside.
It aligns.
The line's alive,
behind the mind the wise reside.
Voices fly.
The guiding
lights.
Captive and frail,
held in time.
It wasn't their
time, time to go.
They still have
work, you know.
Let them complete
through us...
and go into the Light.
The Blizzard (of Roses)
[dedicated to the
strength in me - inspired by "The Blue Bird"]
Martyred rose...
alive in the
blizzard,
reaching petals
toward the light,
bless'd the promise
of the night.
I rose one morning
to a blizzard.
The wint'ry wind
blew snow deep in my way
and I knew a storm
was coming,
So I set out to
find what debt I had to pay.
Sleep and Death,
Sleep and Death
representing its
last breath.
Just to meet - the
dead in the
house of the
unborne;
the rose knows
about Death and Sleep!
...and the spell
of the absent one moves forth.
And the wisdom of
the deepest
holds the weeping
eye so dear -
to chase away the
fear.
Encountering the
waiting ones
who seek their
incarnations.
Slashing at their
natural zeal,
we'll scorn the
sweet sensations.
Deep in the new
theatre
lives the flaming
youth
where the
transformation quickens
and the plot of
life thickens.
Can't speak to an
absent mind
that smothers such
impressions.
Wonder is
enlightenment
in its truest
expressions.
...and the spell
of the absent one moves forth.
And the wisdom of
the deepest
holds the weeping
eye so dear -
to chase away the
fear.
To chase away the
fear.
The Great Joys
[a journey through
past, present, future]
Enlightenment
rushes from inside
and I'm feeling so alive
to experience the
joys in the Land of Memory.
So take me to the
Kingdom of the Future
where in the
rose-awakening
my water's smile
is amber dew
and blue of dawn
can't break
the harmony of the
whole.
I'll carry all
that's wanted
to give new light
to the dimmest eyes
so they can see
on the inside.
These Great Joys -
RUSH - in me!
Mystic drama moves
within
as I want eternal
present.
And the evil that
devours me
is the fruit of my
own choice.
And when my
intuition fails,
I ignored that
still small voice.
Let the heavens
weep -
and the stars will
rain -
to heal and
cleanse -
my deepest pain.
I'll catch the
rein
of truth and ride
away.
Escape me to the
shadows of my inner world
where I've lost my
laughter behind silent doors,
and cried such
sorrow;
endlessly I paced
the floors.
To poison all
these joys
and destroy the
smile of a child
is the crime I
can't forgive... oh no!
In the great
beyond
is an unknown
guest
who hides such
secrets in treasure chests
where I should
find locked inside
the hidden riches of
the soul
just waiting for
me
to bring them to
the light -
These Great Joys -
RUSH - in me!
RUSH - in me.
Living in the Afterlife
[the Unknown Host
(intuition) talks to the eternal voices]
Knowing the
unknown
I cannot reveal
the Unknown Host.
My mind is just a
passing ghost.
Living on the
long-forbidden path,
feeling the emotion
of the aftermath,
intuitions flow
and impulse knows
long-forgotten
memories---
Deeper layers shed
lower down, lower down.
But I believe in a
world beyond.
Part of me is
living in the afterlife.
We are prisoners
of infinity
where nothing is lost
and nothing ever dies.
We must satisfy
the justices.
Our own
verdicts/virtues we decide.
Let the mind break
confines
to experience the
new and roam free.
The search for the
unknown must go on.
Awakened intuition
is a powerful force.
We understand by
delving in the depths.
Search the silent
night of who we are.
And the inward
journey through the
World of Chance
can't be imagined.
The messengers are
living in the afterlife.
In the invisible
sky real birds fly.
They are on their
way to a sweeter destiny.
Now I feel I'm
breathing in the afterlife....
My mind is just a
passing ghost.
My mind is just a
ghost.
The Re-Creation
[a personal
healing song]
Drowning among
damaged men
in the
re-imagining
of the madness,
loss and impossible rage.
To forgive my
mother and my father
is this daughter's
victory.
I tripped in
slo-mo when I
tripped off the stage.
I don't want to be
a cripple!
I don't want to be
a time bomb!
Water, blood,
silence, speed... unending -
Turbulent emotions
and convulsions of the soul -
The wounded
healers' never there for the mending.
Anger is the
medium
that disrupts
clear retrospect.
I've had to
rebuild me from the start.
Haunted by the
voiceless ghost
of my damaged,
empty soul;
I'll never be like
the faint of heart:
I was borne into
my mother's madness.
I carry the
despair in my heart.
I fight each day
to be freed -
survival of
redemption.
To re-create a new
world, a new start.
They refused to
hear my pain,
filling me with
blind desire.
Can I still
believe -
in the
truthfulness of memory?
The wind chill of
emotion's bitter -
Remembering it
all.
Regeneration - to
re-creation;
Imagine the
forgotten living of the past.
[In a
near-dream-state, memory goes to the past to re-create and heal, forgive and
forget]
The Listener's
Memory (with instrumental: "Birds of Eternity")
[an artist's
experience in automatic writing]
Trembling in the
unknown winds,
I stand all alone.
And I'm assured of
nothing as I live
- not even what's
been promised or waited for.
Marveling at these
feelings -
...the forgotten
treasures of the
living listener's
memory
is not a vague
lost fantasy.
Crossing to the
farther side of mystery,
the lovers of the
honest truth
cry in their double
garden
where the cloud
that lifted
let the sun shine
on the temple.
Monster angels in
disguise showing me their other side
stare into the
soul of everyone.
Yeah, into the
soul of everyone!
Daughter of the
World, breathlessly I go...
as love and fear
and pain drive me through.
The darkness of
night hurt.
My voice rose in a
soaring of gold.
Glimmerings fell
into the forest...
as my songs become
a part of the
language of the
birds.
Colour spells draw
in me.
I fly in the night
on a scream.
I manifest the
rapturous dream
and the wounded
generations cope
with pain's soft
refusal to diffuse any hope.
Debt of meanings'
gone into the past.
Tears of mirth -
fears of birth -
Bring the fight -
for what is right -
The sweet
listener's memory
always trying to
reinvent love.
The shelter of its
harmony
can only ascend
from above.
Remember the life
up above!
Remember the
treasure of love!
The World of the Soul
[discovering one's
soul through Silence]
Outside the
boundless spheres -
I greet this host
with dignity.
As great thoughts
form in silence,
virtues' borne in
secrecy.
The humble
treasure is replete.
The frightening
hour resounds -
No sooner are my
lips asleep
than my soul's
awakened
(by the
light-bringer of the drama)
in an arcane domain
with a secret remedy,
in no passionate
wars. -
Sounding the
suffering of the soul -
Powerful
impressions imbedded in each fold -
themselves
expressions of my inner weather
(of) dimensions
where the flames are cold.
And the energy
completes
in the hour that
found me.
Let us feel -
never numb.
Let us heal - when
spirits come
(listen for them)
Never sleep - I
thirst for light that
moved in our
flames
like a people of
spirits planting stars -
Reflecting - the
same rays -
the same light -
the same source of joy -
I seize the
moment!
Even in my depths'
decline, I am so exposed.
All that's outside
is a mask
to conceal the
world of the soul.
The Face is a veil
of defeat.
Don't fear the
stillest silence that you meet.
Time schemes
become worn
of futures, pasts
and presents.
But the power of
the past
still weighs much
too intense.
Release me from
constraints of time
to heal and
forgive.
Let me live -
believing in free will.
Let me live - free
me from free will.
Let me live - in
the mystic realistic
world of the soul.
New Future
New future hasn't
happened to me yet.
New future hasn't
happened yet.
For the artist,
loss and anger are the teachers.
In present's past,
weather rains so sad.
And fury runs
through my veins like mad!
But the passion of
beginning lets me make a new start.
I'd hoped the
future's all contained in my heart.
So I learned to welcome
the night.
We all would love
to live forever
in defiance of
God.
I was the fated
lion... never dying -
with thoughts as
wide as the sky -
Now I'm a musical
mystic, eyes fixed on eternity.
Past's scarred my
mind for life!
I was thrust into the
fierce light
of the bright
Light of the Divine.
Pastel
word-pictures glimpsing the invisible,
suspension in a
gaze.
Oh! Beautiful
silence!
There rises the
music from the secret heart.
Oh! Great
defiance!
(I) sing the joy
of being alive!
The chords of
creation save the inner life.
Shelter me from
the losses and the loss of such shelter.
I don't want to
speak with bitter music.
I've earned my way
past the dry hell-gate.
So empty me! For
the task is nigh
Remove me from the
schizoid voyage
where illusions
are to blame.
How can I survive
for the new future?
How can I survive
for the new future?
Insight
[discoveries in
Silence]
Turn your inner
eyes around
This matter of the
moon is found.
So, pass into
transition; nothing changes.
Death is a mirror
of life.
Night's great
enemy is light.
It could not be
attained; it stood too high.
I wish I knew
insight.
Ideas take to
flight -
Insight - through
the diamond light.
Escape through
blackness; see within the soul.
Nature is alive -
it breathes and beholds
and feels as it
heals - on the inside.
Moving through the
spatial sphere
Death is not an
end to fear.
Aspects of the
force within still moving.
Believing in the
heavens.
Learn the secrets
of the wise.
I cannot seem to
grasp; it's still too high.
I wish I had
(greater) insight.
Terrors are
fearful - Mysteries are seized -
Soul-bearers
ascend - They pave the way to purity -
Night will prevent
secrets' revealing.
The spirits and
the angels of the Higher Mind
possess the
Mystery of the Trees
and the secret
remedies
changing tears to
stars - in the fantasy.
Flying in creation
climes,
souls of the departed
speak...
continuous
telepathy rapport.
Making magic
mirrors work Divine
Dreaming the same
dream of all time
When I feel I can
attain; I'm not too high -
I'll start to gain
insight.
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