Mortaljive: The Rest is Silence

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

Saturday, May 31, 2008

What Are Words For?

















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Friday, May 30, 2008

The Bulging Gayness of the Trojan Horse

Unofficial Alternative Jesus General Headline Archive (see above headline!)

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Thursday, May 29, 2008

That Giant Banshee Took My Trident!



Detective Neptune says: I want it back!

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Monday, May 26, 2008

How Much is that Hairy Warrior in the Window?



Keep Portland Weird!

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Sunday, May 25, 2008

Our Dogs, They Took to Fighting

our dogs, they took to fighting
they took my heart
and released adrenaline
my body shook

i got the hose and sprayed them:

the fighting stopped, and Rudy limped away
and the other two said "no big deal"
and still i shook
adrenaline likes to run like a river
with no falls

the dogs are separated now
and i am tired

i read the news, of our president
and wish i had a much longer hose

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Wednesday, May 21, 2008

Song For Michael Savage

It's just appropriate, that's all.

i remember ronald reagan, covered in bleu cheese
served upon the whitest rice that you will ever see
i kind of miss strom thurmond, who loved both white and black
his mouth was a pure racist but his dick could not hold back

i remember laura bush, who killed a man one night
she drove right through a stop sign and blew him out of sight
hey, tony snow had cancer, man was that a laugh
cancer's fucking funny, just like a heart attack

i remember that some soldiers died in vietnam
what a time that was, man but it was grand
let's all dance and sing along, it's so much fun to play
soldiers home in boxes from lands so far away

bush has told a joke or two, with his smirking smile
i hope that he can manage it when he is put on trial
tens of thousands dead now, thousands more destroyed
the future he has pushed off the cliff and right into the void

yeah, this is so funny, yeah, this is so grand
our country has its pundits, who really take a stand
the jokes just write themselves, so easy is the game
just spit out all your bile and the angels hide in shame

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Tuesday, May 20, 2008

Teach Me of the Silent Rose

teach me of the silent rose
nobody knows
nobody knows

take me to the silver lake
let me dapple like the water
daughter of the clouds
she rains and rains and rains

what about tomorrow
what about the sorrow
what about the sun
investigate the flower
count the petals and then you run

teach me of the laughing moon
nobody knows
nobody knows

rocks upon the lonely mountain
water in the fountain
just like disasters in the book
everybody took
everything they could
knock on holy wood

what about tomorrow
what about the sorrow
what about the sun
investigate the flower
count the petals and then you run

everybody agrees
and get on their knees
begging for an hour
begging for the breeze

teach me of the silent rose
nobody knows
nobody knows

take me to the silver lake
let me dapple like the water
daughter of the clouds
she rains and rains and rains

what about tomorrow
what about the sorrow
what about the sun
investigate the flower
count the petals and then you run

teach me of the laughing moon
nobody knows
nobody knows

rocks upon the lonely mountain
water in the fountain
just like disasters in the book
everybody took
everything they could
knock on holy wood

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Monday, May 19, 2008

A God Made of Sin

words have been written, songs have been sung
arguments tended and bells have been rung
the bodies of men and women in kind
hung on the walls and buried in time

war never loves you, a thing out of mind
a murder of lovers and life of all kind
an answer to freedom, an act of the power
it steals and it blinds just like a coward

pick up your helmet, your blade and your gun
ride as to battle and into the sun
vanquish the others, when vanquishing's done
pick up the pieces and bury your son
pick up the pieces and bury your son

bury the children, bury them deep
bury the bones and bury the meat
bury the future right in with the past
bury your self, nothing will last

war is the goddamn, a god made of sin
a god of the blood-sand and death's flashing grin
of life that is severed, of mind that is shot
spend what you can on a burial plot

men count the money and add up the take
their eyes are on fire, their souls on the stake
war is the whore, their favorite lay
she laughs on their laps while they have their way

pick up your helmet, your blade and your gun
ride as to battle and into the sun
vanquish the others, when vanquishing's done
pick up the pieces and bury your son
pick up the pieces and bury your son

bury the children, bury them deep
bury the bones and bury the meat
bury the future right in with the past
bury your self, nothing will last

tender is flesh that binds to the bones
tender is love that seeks out a home
cry at the tomb and weep at the crypt
tender is mercy whose blood you will sip

how does it happen, this darkness endured
how does it happen from cancer no cure
war is the favorite, god's chosen one
pick up your helmet, your blade and your gun

pick up your helmet, your blade and your gun
ride as to battle and into the sun
vanquish the others, when vanquishing's done
pick up the pieces and bury your son
pick up the pieces and bury your son

bury the children, bury them deep
bury the bones and bury the meat
bury the future right in with the past
bury your self, nothing will last

war is the goddamn, a god made of sin
a god of the blood-sand and death's flashing grin
of life that is severed, of mind that is shot
spend what you can on a burial plot

men count the money and add up the take
their eyes are on fire, their souls on the stake
war is the whore, their favorite lay
she laughs on their laps while they have their way

pick up your helmet, your blade and your gun
ride as to battle and into the sun
vanquish the others, when vanquishing's done
pick up the pieces and bury your son
pick up the pieces and bury your son

bury the children, bury them deep
bury the bones and bury the meat
bury the future right in with the past
bury your self, nothing will last

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Friday, May 16, 2008

Tat Tvam Asi in B Minor

and so it came to pass, like everything before it
that matter hardly mattered, and heaven did adore us
for what was real and what was not, like two peas in a pod
gave to the kingdom of dead priests the verities of god

the keys were cut to break the locks, the locks to mock the task
the game was on to win the light, and in god's light to bask
like happy kids at play on swings, moving to and fro
one merely had to pray and sing, then everything would show

but playground's are nefarious, after the sun has set
and games once played for merriment can turn to awful jest
turning in the dimming light, the senses are invoked
and everywhere are dirty spies who've come your neck to choke

we want this life, the brethren thought, to be just like the next
perhaps a few adjustments made, perhaps a better rest
but we as children should remain, and listen to the father
ask not what lurks in god's domain, tell no one what you saw there

stand up in church, stand tall, declare and sing his praises
turn from all the witches who dance through lunar phases
turn away from mother earth, for she of dust was born
bend your knee to only he who burns your life with scorn

but how shall the kingdom be approached, we're not responsible
we are in fact of small import, and god's calendar is full
should we look too closely on the maker in the made
would we not, maturing thus, give up this weak charade?

fragments lay upon the hill, the place where souls were born
made of gaps and asteroids that fly around the horn
the maker that was never found exists in all that's made
we are the dreamer and the dream, we are the milky way

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Thursday, May 15, 2008

Song For Tom Waits

some folks are fighting for survival
so weary in this world full of woe
they know that their enemy never sleeps
and no moss on a rolling stone grows

pick up the pitchforks and the tambourine
march barefoot into the snow
drip your blood onto the miller's grave
no moss on a rolling stone grows

no moss on a rolling stone grows
no moss on a rolling stone grows
the winds will blow
and the rivers will flow
no moss on a rolling stone grows

lately all the children are in hiding
where they hide nobody knows
i went in the forest with a butcher knife
no moss on a rolling stone grows

something was stirring in the meadow
the grass was moving to and fro
i leapt like a tiger, hungry and hot
no moss on a rolling stone grows

no moss on a rolling stone grows
no moss on a rolling stone grows
the winds will blow
and the rivers will flow
no moss on a rolling stone grows

they caught me in the wire up at village point
hung me up like a scarecrow
i washed my hands in the blood of christ
no moss on a rolling stone grows

the sun was shining like a silver spear
it burned me from my head down to my toes
i died laughing like the bastard that I was
no moss on a rolling stone grows

no moss on a rolling stone grows
no moss on a rolling stone grows
the winds will blow
and the rivers will flow
no moss on a rolling stone grows

the children bring me flowers almost every day
they dance and sing, i watch them grow
if i could touch them the devil would deny
no moss on a rolling stone grows

ain't nothing left but my dust and bones
can't even run a flag on up the pole
when you die be sure to drop by
no moss on a rolling stone grows
no moss on a rolling stone grows

no moss on a rolling stone grows
no moss on a rolling stone grows
the winds will blow
and the rivers will flow
no moss on a rolling stone grows

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Sunday, May 11, 2008

They Tried to Bury Mother, For Another



how was i to know something was missing
they said it was hissing, insisting
they dug a hole, into history
not a mystery at all, no

the time had come that the tribal
accused her of libel, dirty fables
took an ax to the goddess
for being immodest, the men said so

here come the temple priests
pointing to stars painted on their sheets
here come the myth makers, the earth quakers
they tried to bury the mother, for another
she lay beneath, and we shuddered
a circle is complete

how was i to go find her, in darkness
bones in the cellar, in the black dress
she only moves freely in a game of chess
she might step off of the board

the words of the prophets, dare not mock it
they took her love and hawked it
torn in half and put in a locket
in the grip of the dead lord

here come the temple priests
pointing to stars painted on their sheets
here come the myth makers, the earth quakers
they tried to bury the mother, for another
she lay beneath, and we shuddered
a circle is complete

the centuries are passing, what is lasting
the goddess beneath, she is fasting
men leap from the pages, they are gasping
in the poisoned air

something we lost is stirring, reoccurring
she opens her eyes, so enduring
in spring she awakens, gestating everything
she was always there

goodbye to the temple priests
goodbye to their stamping feet
handcuffed prisoners of a lie
did you think that god was just on high?
when you pray to change your fate
are you burning your heart upon the stake?
grab a shovel and grab a rake
release the goddess, for heaven's sake
the circle is complete

how was i to go find her, in darkness
bones in the cellar, in the black dress
she only moves freely in a game of chess
she might step off of the board

something we lost is stirring, reoccurring
she opens her eyes, so enduring
in spring she awakens, gestating everything
she was always there

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words and image by the self known as mjs

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Saturday, May 10, 2008

Southern Plan

Southern Plan
(sung to the tune of
Neil Young's Southern Man)

southern plan
it is time for bed
don't come back
and mess with our heads
southern pain
got to end at last
now is the day
that we break on past
southern plan

i saw Nixon
reach in his sack
cynical game plans
put out by hacks
southern plan
why do you
come on back?
i heard scheming
no bullshit lacking
so wrong, so wrong
so wrong

southern plan
it is time for bed
don't come back
and mess with our heads
southern pain
got to end at last
now is the day
that we break on past
southern plan

hillary
your flair is dying down
i've seen your southern plan
comin' round
dare not trod
upon that shallow ground
i heard scheming
no bullshit lacking
so wrong, so wrong
so wrong

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Friday, May 09, 2008

Yeah, Blogging Sucks Too

I do not trust the media
the news affects their stocks
they're objective as your gonads
when they've been hit by rocks
they yammer on like salesmen
trying to close a deal
they'll rob you of your intellect
and try to cop a feel

I've had it with religion
the place where spirit dies
so much truth and wonder
caught in all those lies
whoever tries to tell you
there's only one true path
ain't never walked in wonder
nor heard an angel laugh

I'm tired of the bloggers
who came to save the day
as soon as they get popular
I don't care what they say
I must confess a simple truth
I too have blogged a bit
no longer so full of myself
but still quite full of shit

corporations suck the worst
they're great at sucktitude
the bottom line is paramount
to say otherwise is rude
I have never seen a thing
in this land of brave and free
where so many damn people
kill their humanity

but then I'll go out walking
in a forest or by the sea
I'll see the way the light falls
or feel a cleansing breeze
snow and rain and thunder
lightning, heat and hail
all of them are wondrous
and none of them can fail

to hell with all the blather
using words to fight off fear
just live your life beyond the pale
try to listen when you hear
for this thing that we call life
is far beyond critique
after you have chased your tail
lift the veil and take a peek

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Wednesday, May 07, 2008

Song For Leonard Cohen

i took the dogs on up the street
and fought the cars like ragged meat
i crossed the way and turned my back to scorn
the sun was casting shadows it had torn

i found the path behind the trees
and looked at all the majesty
i tried to hold the wind that seemed to warn
i laughed at that and found i was reborn

you have to die, the reason why
is love itself, it has to cry
it has to cry or no one listens
you have to see, you have to know
that we have things that do not show
we have to cry or no one listens

i walked among the dancing green
and saw the towers and the leaves
i turned and listened to the ancient horns
i remember hearing something so forlorn

the time of day had passed away
and golden light had all turned gray
goodbye to sprites that lived in peppercorn
i laughed at that and found i was reborn

you have to die, the reason why
is love itself, it has to cry
it has to cry or no one listens
you have to see, you have to know
that we have things that do not show
we have to cry or no one listens

i made it back as darkness fell
we drank cold water from the well
it tasted like a world that never dies
like tears of love from clouds all passing by

the night it came, a canopy
of sweet surrender, a blackened sea
the place where dreams are free to roam
the dreams are after all my only home

you have to die, the reason why
is love itself, it has to cry
it has to cry or no one listens
you have to see, you have to know
that we have things that do not show
we have to cry or no one listens

will you listen
will you listen
will you listen
and then let go

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Ghost Writer

i heard the footsteps in the hall
i heard them on the stairs
coming after me
behind the door

i looked out the window, far
clouds became the shadows
coming after me
behind the door

what did you want to say
what did you think inside
what is the body left all alone
ghost writer

i listened to music in the box
i wondered if it escaped alive
coming after me
behind the door

i made it through winter, alive
i sat next to death once more
coming after me
behind the door

what did you want to say
what did you think inside
what is the body left all alone
ghost writer

a pageant of colors in filtered tones
whispering the promises of light
coming after me
behind the door

i thought of the players, in me
lined up waiting for eternity
coming after me
behind the door
once more

what did you want to say
what did you think inside
what is the body left all alone
ghost writer

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Tuesday, May 06, 2008

Drinking With the Gods

Jesus Had a Coffee

Jesus had a coffee
Krishna drank a soda
Apollo had an Ovaltine
Brought to him by Yoda

Mohammed sipped an Evian
While Buddha stirred his tea
Quetzalcoatl snuck a bottle
Into eternity

Osiris had a virus
And slurped down chicken soup
Yahweh guzzled prune juice
Then he had to take a poop

Satan frowned at decaf
Zarathustra cracked a beer
The Nordic Gods just gave a nod
And schnapps came out their ears

Ganesh quaffed an absinthe
Black Crow did slurp shaved ice
The Holy Spirit commandeered it
He wasn’t very nice

Kalipadma guzzled cider
Moses ordered port
When the bill came to the table
They ran a little short…

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Rudy in Portland, Oregon



we paused upon the verdant plain
and smiled thusly at the sky


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Sunday, May 04, 2008

Song for Johnny Cash

After the Fall
(Inspired by the Man in Black)

everyone who dies is me dying
everyone who lives ain't buying at all
not after the fall
no sir, not at all
everyone who cries is me crying
everyone who cries just has a ball
after the fall
after the fall

(chorus)
how far can we fall, completely
how far can we fall in the sky?
what is there to hold
when everything is cold
everything except your eyes

every time I see you I am wasted
every time I see you I do crawl
not after the fall
no sir, not at all
somehow conversation makes a wrong turn
somehow chaos gets us all
after the fall
after the fall

(chorus)
how far can we fall, completely
how far can we fall in the sky?
what is there to hold
when everything is cold
everything except your eyes

someone who has kissed you loves you darling
someone who has kissed you when you called
not after the fall
no sir, not at all
i tried to hold you in my arms forever
i tried to hold you forever in my thrall
i lost it all
after the fall
after all
after the fall

everyone who dies is me dying
everyone who lives ain't buying at all
not after the fall
not after the fall
no sir, not at all
everyone who cries is me crying
everyone who cries just has a ball
after the fall
after the fall

(chorus)
how far can we fall, completely
how far can we fall in the sky?
what is there to hold
when everything is cold
everything except your eyes

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A Song for Purple Teeth



I SAW ALICE DRESSED IN WHITE
by mjs

I have seen things I’d rather not see
I have witnessed many crimes
I have memories of trouble
I did not have trouble in mind
Tonight

I have seen the black ice, believe me
I have hugged to the white lines
I nearly made it home alive
Then I saw Alice dressed in white
I have purple teeth tonight

(chorus)
She came at me in torrents
Like rain from the sky
She ran down the shadows
I don't know why
All I know is this:
I have purple teeth tonight
Alice
Alice
Alice
Give me one more purple kiss

I have heard the sirens, seen the lights
I have whispered prayers of grace
I saw the future, saw it twice
Time is making me do time
Alright

A smile stops surrender, so wide
We are humans after all
A bark much worse than its bite
I saw Alice dressed in white
I have purple teeth tonight

(chorus)
She came at me in torrents
Like rain from the sky
She ran down the shadows
I don't know why
All I know is this:
I have purple teeth tonight
Alice
Alice
Alice
Give me one more purple kiss

The questions came like daggers plunging
Deep inside they cut around
Nerves are severed at the source
I had better not fall down
Tonight

A man in uniform, doing his job
Came in close beneath the light
I looked into his eyes
He was smiling crazy:
He had purple teeth tonight
Alright

He said:
She came at me in torrents
Like rain from the sky
She ran down the shadows
I don't know why
All I know is this:
I have purple teeth tonight
Alice
Alice
Alice
Give me one more purple kiss

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