Mortaljive: The Rest is Silence

There is no still point in all the Universe, and that is the rock upon which I stand

Tuesday, April 26, 2016

I love that she dances


i hid in the forest
after the job
had filled me with dread again
had billed me the lot
so i hid in the forest
and sang to the trees
the trees, they all listened
and did as they pleased

i slept at the old house
after the bombs
had emptied the cities
had lost their aplomb
so i slept at the old house
and dreamed of a girl
she was potent and moody
said she'd give me a whirl
an enchanted girl
she whispered me nothing
she said she's not a rental
she's certainly something

break me again
shatter the body
open the stopples
dance me the story
i love that she dances
i love that she dances
she always dances
i always die
break me again
shatter the sky

i wrestled a cowboy
down on his luck
he emptied his pockets
surrendered his truck
i wrestled a cowboy
he died in his lungs
he said that the enzymes
were all that he'd won

i slept in the shadows
then up came the sun
the light came like razors
i am such a bum
i slept in the shadows
and rose in the sea
i fell off the planet
i miss all the trees

break me again
shatter the body
open the stopples
dance me the story
i love that she dances
i love that she dances
she always dances
i always die
break me again
shatter the sky

i slept at the old house
after the bombs
had emptied the cities
had lost their aplomb
so i slept at the old house
and dreamed of a girl
she was potent and moody
said she'd give me a whirl
an enchanted girl
she whispered me nothing
she said she's not a rental
she's certainly something

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Saturday, April 09, 2016

Bark King


no sister is serene
no sister i have seen
pleasant, sometimes in the dream
pleasant, sometimes

no vision is complete
no vision i have concrete
howling, howling in the street
metal rubber and concrete

(chorus)
what does mary say to jesus?
what does buddha say to bob?
who wants to listen to the future?
we have broken the radio knobs

clouds are monkeys in the sky
birds are just the chimpanzees
swinging into the breeze
singing as you please

if you guard a flock at night
better to smell than to fight
sound the alarms for the Bark King
gotta do what is right

what does mary say to jesus?
what does buddha say to bob?
who wants to listen to the future?
we have broken the radio knobs

i saw a dead man in the water
sleeping there with neptune's daughter
someone said he was a ranger
i think he was a coyote spotter

no sister is serene
no sister i have seen
pleasant, sometimes in the dream
pleasant, sometimes

no vision is complete
no vision i have concrete
howling, howling in the street
metal rubber and concrete

what does mary say to jesus?
what does buddha say to bob?
who wants to listen to the future?
we have broken the radio knobs




Thursday, March 03, 2016

This is hardly news


stare, at ceaseless past
care, and let it last
cry, and hold it close like a baby

reach, across the days
preach, into the haze
sing, just like a dagger in the sky

i'm dying
and so are you
this is hardly news
ask all the shadows where it is that they go

stamp, your bloody feet
damp, the ruddy street
vamp, just like a lover on the bed

insist, this is your bliss
kiss, the ultimate
trip, just like a wire through your neck

i'm flying
and so are you
this is hardly news
ask all the shadows where it is that they go
when the darkness finally dawns
when the dirty beggars play the odds

stare, at ceaseless past
care, and let it last
cry, and hold it close like a baby

reach, across the days
preach, into the haze
sing, just like a dagger in the sky

i'm dying
and so are you
this is hardly news
ask all the shadows where it is that they go


Sunday, January 03, 2016

Goal!!!!!


gonna build a rainbow farm
gonna plant the colors on the moon
wild, freaking kubrick bursts
out there on the rainbow farm

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Tuesday, December 08, 2015

Thirty-five years ago*

thirty-five years ago
early in the morning
driving east into the sun
i heard on the radio
john lennon's days were done
i squinted like a baby
staring at burning angels
their fire came at me like daggers
their purpose came undone

bullets are not saviors
bullets are not hope
lying on the sidewalk
not a pauper or a pope
john was such a dreamer
but not the only one
the price of bullets fired
the cheapness of a gun

no one built a chapel
no one praised a god
no one rode the spirits
no one gave the priest a nod
no one could remember
no one could explain
no one in that december
would see his like again
no one in that december
would see his like again
*Written in remembrance of an awful day in December of 1980--I lived in Southern California and was unaware of John Lennon's murder until I heard about it on the radio while driving south/southeast on the 405 in southern Orange County.    

Tuesday, November 24, 2015

Refugees

i see wizards
refugees
sending smoke into the trees
i hear natives cry
beating drums
beating drums
the natives in the eye

leaves have fallen
here in autumn
they are earth again

there is music
coming from a gray box
urging me to do nothing

glass window to the world
i see so many birds
in the naked trees
flying in the wizard's robe
stars in the wizard's eyes

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Sunday, October 11, 2015

Sometimes referred to as Ash Flies

white flies
white flies
white flies

fly unto me
get under the leaf
what is your beef?
go on flying

each of the flies
lives 30 to 60 days
then it's goodbye
goodbye little fly

we will not go with a bang
we will not go with a bang
we'll just fill our noses with flies
it's the latest disguise
white flies
white flies
white flies

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Monday, October 05, 2015

Obama's Smirk


"Obama's Smirk"--the Cheshire cat of political expressions. Long after this mixed race Hawaiian President leaves the stage that smirk of his shall remain, haunting the hallways of DC, appearing of a sudden outside the offices of the factually impaired, mocking, mocking, mocking the racists and the petty fools. His grinning maw will become the stuff of legend, a story to tell the young ones to keep them in line, to frighten them at bedtime. The last of it shall be seen as the swamp waters rise on K Street, when the nation's capital becomes the murky lagoon it always was. The smirk's greatest fault was it could not reach all the way into the marrow of the South, where, as Lincoln had released the slaves, yet Obama could not release from bondage the bitter sinews of bigotry, fear and false pride that was the inheritance of those who would rule other men. Those prisoners of history, haunted but unmoved, would burn the South down before they could look in the mirror and see clearly what they truly were, after the bluster and contempt had settled, after the shaking fists, the tantrums, the ruinous plottings had subsided. For in that mirror, staring back at them, was the subtlest of smiles--some say smirk--of our nation's first mixed race Hawaiian president. Mahalo, motherfuckers.

Sunday, September 13, 2015

Quote of the Week

"Inside of every asshole is a douchebag just crying to get out."

Detective Neptune

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Sunday, September 06, 2015

I don't want to be found dead in Utah



"I don't want to be found dead in Utah"

Joel Emmanuel Hägglund aka Joe Hill


be you strong, in strength you dare
be you borne upon the air
do your singing in the night
in all things, try to be fair
you can take that anywhere
remember, take my body out of sight

lift your voices, we all shine
don't be afraid to be divine
 join the world, and join the fight
the people know what they all saw
don't find me dead, not in Utah
remember, take my body out of sight

(chorus)
first they ignore you
then they laugh at you
then they fight you
then you win
just remember
each November
Joe Hill is laughing with a grin

be you weak, or be you strong
lift your voices in the songs
no one's alone, sounds so right
they can build walls higher still
but they can't keep out Joe Hill
we are all the secret of the light

lift your voices, we all shine
don't be afraid to be divine
 join the world, and join the fight
the people know what they all saw
don't find me dead, not in Utah
remember, take my body out of sight

(chorus)
first they ignore you
then they laugh at you
then they fight you
then you win
just remember
each November
Joe Hill is laughing with a grin

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by mjs, written September 6th, 2015

We're still thinking about you, Joe

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"Just prior to his execution, Hill had written to Bill Haywood, an IWW leader, saying, "Goodbye Bill. I die like a true blue rebel. Don't waste any time in mourning. Organize... Could you arrange to have my body hauled to the state line to be buried? I don't want to be found dead in Utah."

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Joe_Hill

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