TRACKS
Resurrection
Build me up,
rebuild from the rubble - the wasteland
that I'd wallowed in. (hmm---) Found myself down
in the gutter. Woke to a face I
didn't recognize. (hmm---) Something deep inside
of me pulled me up from
the mire and mud and the spirit
warned, "Don't give 'em your blood... ...and never give
them the power over your emotions. Never compromise
your self-respect. Never let them
walk on your pride..." (And) then pulled
me up, up from the dark to overcome,
un-destroy, decide... I had a
resurrection... - brought back
from the bleakest hour. And on the
downward spiral, (I was) blessed
with the chance to try again. I had a
resurrection... Gotta swim
straight through the water. Swim to the edge
of the dark blue sea. (hmm---) Made it through
the pools of sorrow and I'll make it
through tomorrow. (hmm---) Ecstasy
In the last of my
release, I opened up the core, and tapped in to
its boundlessness. My soul stepped
through the door and spoke to the invisible as it reached for
Higher Ground. Ecstasy---
Ecstasy--- I'm in ecstasy. Energies that
filled me, distant and mysterious, moved from wild to
sober. Revelations forced
me upon a new-lit path, to open up a new
door. Like a Divine
seizure, in its
intoxication, I ate the god; I
drank it in, broke from the
prison-house of sin. Soaring well above
a timeless, blue abyss... in speechless
communion, I spoke in tongues. Driven to ecstasy
and passing through the secret gate beyond my
consciousness. The Haunting
[spoken:] My thoughts were
swimming in the sensual heat of the room. The rains came
heavy, like the fertile flow in the womb... and the sweet
scents in abundance, came. [sung:] And he told me stories
to push me near the edge. Afraid to fall too
deeply, he pulled me from the ledge. He'd play his
crushing mind games - his
roulette-wheel-take-a-chance games. We'd go a little
further than before... Kiss without
kissing, touch without touching Drawing me into
his fold. Dress me up and
punish me, I'd been swallowed up in him, till I'd left me out in
the cold. And the ghosts
around us swirled about the fire. The voices from
the hollow heightened our desire. Adonis, glowing
silv'ry sweat, towered above me, I can't forget. We'd go a little
further than before. Writhing,
slithering daemonic presence, took my reason from me. Possessed my soul,
I'm weakening, yet I screamed
'til I broke free. And then the
violet curtains flowed. I remember well: the sounds in the
air, the mist, the fresh thick winds that knell... and the heat of
our bodies, the whispered breeze. It was the
elegance of a morning in hell! Heaven's Flames
One day I said to
God, "Why do you give me so much when all I do is fail
you, though I know wrong from right?" He consoled me,
saying, "You, my child, are learning; through your pain,
you're growing. It's darkest before the Light." Sail the magic
waters...to the wide awakening from the deepest
sleep...from the deepest sleep into heaven's
flames...washed by heaven's rains. And by these
lessons, the knowledge is forever there to teach us all
tolerance so we may learn to share. I love to be
touched by the universal ghost who, when I least
expect it, brings its guiding host. I become a medium
and I know the unknown And the spirit
wrestlers lead me through a new zone. I recall a memory
in the experience of my soul. And all the
answers come to me, when my heart is whole. Confession
Merciless light, magnified,
exposing my emotions. Uncover me for
what I am - a drop in an ocean. I break the
clouds, stand and walk, and take a step
toward him. Then walk the
line, release and cry, scream and let go
from within. Confession (When I cleanse
and let the dove go free, I'm moving close
to me.) I sat by the
silent lake where sudden,
shifting winds raced through my
hair (through my hair). And purged the
unseen, drenching, gut-wrenching
blackness - torn from earth
and air (from earth and air). And my confession's
told - outpouring of the
soul. Part the wounds to
open air. To heal the
anguish and despair. And filled with
urgent prayers, the ministers
redeem. A flood of
insights rushing forth, - coming in a
dream. The shadows are
awash like a watery fog filtering
the pain through starving
clouds of memory. I sense the sad
refrain. Water Wash Over Me
A clear bell
chimes in the echo-less seas of waves. The water's
familiar and warm like a womb. And nearer to God
I grow. Traveling through
the ocean lucid dreaming,
half-awake, the shadow of
sleep parts the veil. It's time for the
wiser side to make its
connection to the soul. Fade to the
unseen. Water wash over
me. Echo the timeless
wave. And when my soul
is free, I'll fade in the
flow. A regeneration
will bring out the best in me. Bathe in the
choral light, tossed in the thund'rous sea. Swimming in
harmony. Traveling through
life's streams, I'm moving ever
close to me. The journey's log
I'll keep. I'm traveling past
my dreams. I'm swimming in an
ancient sea. Fade to the
unseen. I can see the
light at the end. I can hear the
voice of a friend. I can heal, I can
amend. I can see. Connecting to the
higher force, moving closer to the Source. It's a dream, I'm
falling, the Master is calling. The water washed
my sins away, I'm forgiven on this day. It's love, not
hating, my father is waiting in the Light. Scent of Things to Come
A song is buried
deep inside, wishing badly to
be freed. When I'm not
listening, I can hear the sprouting of its
timeless seed. Haunted by the
music, from its source
it's torn. The labour of its
birth is strong when I allow it to
be borne. And my song through my pen heard its past of future's
presence all at once as my mission and gravity resound in rhythm
with the universe. I sense it waiting
to be borne. The scent of
things to come. We have the power
to hear things not present
to the ear - not wholly real,
but ever near. There is no sign
of fear. (Gauguin) Wrestling with the Angel
[for Paul Gauguin] Wrestling with
the Angel in a crimson field; Jacob's in a
stranglehold. His heart was never healed. And the spirit of
the dead keeps watch. Oh, Olympia... just throw caution to the wind! Manao Tupapau, you're defenseless. Oh, Olympia... you're the gilded masterpiece. And the envy of
all the world. Visions of the
Sermon - Day of God is near. The Yellow Christ is crucified and Vincent's lost
his ear. And the spirit of
the dead keeps watch. He struggled to be
recognized, failing to achieve, He left to find
his passions, to live what he believed. His paintings are
alive, his soul wrestles to be freed. He battles with
his demons, but can't unplant the seed. How are we gonna
get there? On a Journey to the End
[for Dad] I was always
running - running away
from who I am. Felt so invisible - not part of
anybody's plan. Now I know Daddy's
not coming home. So I can get on
with my life. His ghost, I know,
will show me the way, past the horrors
and through the fray. The voices are a
friend on a journey to
the end. I was always
wanting, - longing for him
to notice me. Felt so rejected - tried so hard to
make him see. No! Death has shut
the open door. Oh! I can't see
him any more. Now he's my
guardian spirit, my guide. We're a lot
closer; there's nothing to hide. We're on a journey
to the end. Nothing can steal
us away.
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