Mortaljive: The Rest is Silence

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

Tuesday, November 29, 2011

My Parents' Front Door



this is the door that lead them into daylight
they ran around and then returned in dark night
this is the door that closes
this is where we say goodbye
this is the door that lead them into daylight


Robert Mandeville Armstrong 11-10-1927 to 2-5-2011
Alayne Abbott Armstrong 9-1-1928 to 11-26-2011

The salt doll walked into the ocean, and became again
what it was all along: everything...

Friday, November 25, 2011

The Seagull Regards the Sea



there should be a word for it
when the seagull regards the sea
when the wind is gentle
when the light is brightly beamed
just as you are, so perfect
the sea, the wind, the sun and gull
all of them together
the life in full

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Wednesday, November 23, 2011

Wolf Door



some people cry about the wolf at the door
but the wolf was there long before
it was a place that he walked by

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Wednesday, November 16, 2011

Vivaldi Sings to Thee in Autumn

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Monday, November 14, 2011

Falling



we are arriving at the gate
as the leaves fall all around
there are pirouettes of gold
there are reds like formal gowns
there are humans in the sounds
they are sinking in the ground
like the leaves in autumn's dance
death becomes the last romance

the gates of iron are so cold
the locks are broken and serene
these things open in the dark
just as promises careen
there are humans in the sounds
they are sinking in the ground
like the leaves in autumn's dance
death becomes the last romance

we are not the other ones
we are not beyond the sun
we are not always in spring
we are not just anything
we are falling
we are falling
we are falling, then we're done

in the forest is the hut
where the monkeys count the days
where a calendar is coins
where the moon is just a phase
there are humans in the sounds
they are sinking in the ground
like the leaves in autumn's dance
death becomes the last romance

i was hoping for a trip
to the desert rocks of yore
i would climb into the sky
i would open up the door
there are humans in the sounds
they are sinking in the ground
like the leaves in autumn's dance
death becomes the last romance

we are not the other ones
we are not beyond the sun
we are not always in spring
we are not just anything
we are falling
we are falling
we are falling, then we're done

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Sunday, November 13, 2011

What's That Piercing Sound?

Why, it's Charles Pierce writing about Wal-Mart Torquemadas. And you thought they were merely the stuff of myth and legend!

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Saturday, November 12, 2011

Whither Now, Ye Withered State?



To occupy or not to occupy: that is the question...

If you're not sure, then go ahead and occupy and find out where your passions lie...

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Thursday, November 10, 2011

For My Father



just like shadows on a wall
just like vapors in the fall
just like dreams that vanish at dawn
we are the answer to a call

everybody gets to die
everybody gets a piece of that pie
the universe just sighs
we are the answer to a call
the all in the all in the all
we are the answer to a call

we're not quite what we think we are
we never were and will not be
we are something of a mystery
no different for you and me

at the end there is silence
at the end there is a reaching hand
do not look too far up or hidden
this is far from all our plans

everybody gets to die
everybody gets a piece of that pie
the universe just sighs
we are the answer to a call
the all in the all in the all
we are the answer to a call

i am not sure what love is
it is something beyond words
i think it says don't worry
we fly away like birds

do not fear the rising ocean
do not run from the tide
we are the stuff that dreams are made of
there is no place left to hide
left to hide

everybody gets to die
everybody gets a piece of that pie
the universe just sighs
we are the answer to a call
the all in the all in the all
we are the answer to a call

just like shadows on a wall
just like vapors in the fall
just like dreams that vanish at dawn
we are the answer to a call

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Robert Mandeville Armstrong
Born November 10th, 1927
Died Februay 5th, 2011

Tat tvam asi

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Monday, November 07, 2011

mother at the end of day

she rides the years on her special bike
with a bell and mandolin
there's a basket and a silver charm
she is riding in the wind
all the people stop and wave hello
she's a special little girl
when she turns around there's no one there
she must live inside the world
she must live inside the world

i can see her near the tidal pools
the sun is shining on the sea
golden locks with eyes like pearls
inviting starfish up for tea
the sun sets like a movie star
roll the credits, time to go
she feels the sand between her toes
it is all she'll ever know
she feels the sand between her toes
it is all she'll every know

the mother at the end of day
flying kites and chocolate pies
delicious mysteries of life
we are fading in her eyes
we are fading in her eyes

her car becomes a rocketship
dodging meteors in rain
the freeway just another trip
there are sparks down memory lane
she parked above the western moon
the water catching beams of light
she's forgotten her own living room
she cannot go out at night

i saw her eat a tangerine
i heard her laughing in the dark
when i returned she wasn't there
no more room on Noah's ark
the flood will bear us to the top
we will wait inside the haze
there is but one who will listen there
mother at the end of day

the mother at the end of day
flying kites and chocolate pies
delicious mysteries of life
we are fading in her eyes
we are fading in her eyes

she rides the years on her special bike
with a bell and mandolin
there's a basket and a silver charm
she is riding in the wind
all the people stop and wave hello
she's a special little girl
when she turns around there's no one there
she must live inside the world
she must live inside the world

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Sunday, November 06, 2011

Sun on rain on glass



and the sun is like a glitter queen
burning glass upon the sea
the waves will fall down from the sky
they will wash away most everything

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