Mortaljive: The Rest is Silence

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

Friday, August 31, 2012

Haiku to you too...


the architects of lightning
studied trees in fall
shadows danced in the blue prints

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image and words by mjs

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Monday, August 27, 2012

The Second Tree in Eden


in the shade of crystal creeks
waters run in crystals clear
spirits of a distant past
come to make you disappear

once disappeared, the mind is quiet
no thoughts to trouble sight and sound
alive is he who listens truly
and sees the goddess in her gown

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Note: the title is for a book that I keep threatening to write...tick-tock, tick-tock...

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Saturday, August 25, 2012

I've Lost it All


we fell in love before the sun could even set
we fell in love without a clue for what comes next
we fell in love 
but then the sun went down

we danced as lovers in the fading of the light
we held each other and looked beyond the barriers of sight
we fell in love
but then the sun went down

i've lost it all
i've lost it all
you cannot save a man
after he falls
after he falls
i've tried to find my wings
but i've got no wings at all
i've lost it all

i looked upon your picture and tried to reach right in
i conjured up the memories of where we two had been
we fell in love
but then the sun went down

i was shaken and defeated, hollow and heartbroken
i kept dreaming of your lips and the words that you had spoken
we fell in love
we fell in love
we fell in love
then the sun went down

i've lost it all
i've lost it all
you cannot save a man
after he falls
after he falls
i've tried to find my wings
i've got no wings at all
i've lost it all


we fell in love before the sun could even set
we fell in love without a clue for what comes next
we fell in love
but then the sun went down

we danced as lovers in the fading of the light
we held each other and looked beyond the barriers of sight
we fell in love
but then the sun went down

i've lost it all
i've lost it all
you cannot save a man
after he falls
after he falls
i've tried to find my wings
but i've got no wings at all
i've lost it all

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(from a feeling, long ago...)

Thursday, August 23, 2012

Still Life with Shriner


this was the moment
when the orchestra
broke all their chairs
and did the cha-cha-cha

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Saturday, August 18, 2012

Maybe David Brooks will shut up now...


Tuesday, August 14, 2012


Art in the Pearl

Drop in on Labor Day weekend!

(image is from 2011)

Sunday, August 12, 2012

Lord Tree has reached a verdict!


we have seen the evidence
we have heard the tale
we have reached a judgement
and justice shall prevail

we ask of the defendant
to rise and face the court
and hear our reasoned verdict
from us, a noble sort

(it was then that heads did shake
slowly to and fro
grim and solemn features
come to deal their fatal blow)

we have reached a verdict
and guilty is the finding
there shall be no appeal
for the verdict is quite binding

you were in the garden
and refused to understand
that you are of the garden
you are of the land

you are not a separate beast
but as gifted as you are
you turned away from paradise
and turned your back on stars

you tore up your humanity
and tossed it on the heap
you lay down for your master
the illusion that you seek

you did not feel the earth alive
you beat it like a slave
you put your soul into a box
and prayed you would be saved

you put your god so far away
he could not interfere
the promise of eternal life
while death was everywhere

but god would not vindicate
your god of ancient texts
the thunder god of Abraham
the spirit of T-Rex

but fiction has a friend in man
where belief can trump a fact
and stories told so long ago
still dominate this act

and so today, you weary fool
we give you now your sentence:
you must live among yourselves
but there shall be no repentance

you will not see god in others
or feel connected to the all:
you must be at a distance
though there never was a fall

it wasn't a creator
who kicked you out from in the garden
it was yourselves, in ignorance
who blocked the way and blocked the pardon

but there will be an ending
both happy and profound
but you will never find it
in this circle that goes round

no beginning, and no end
no justice and no bail
when at last you wake up
having built up your own jail

perhaps your love will be enough
of family and friends
tell your stories about Eden
where all meaning at last ends


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Friday, August 10, 2012

Greetings from Oregon


Chauncy wishes you a Happy Friday!

Sunday, August 05, 2012

What Should I Be?


Be cool, man.  Be cool.

Saturday, August 04, 2012

Stop the Light!


they looked so good
dressed in their Sunday best
the boys still were running hard
the girls blushed in their dresses

the church had all the spirit
the parking lot was full
they had the rights on paradise
so they would have some pull

they held the cross up to the sun
they would knock on heaven's door
but they blocked the way so now i say
i cannot believe you anymore

what makes you ecstatic
what makes you alive
you never talk of jesus
when you try and stop the light
stop the light
stop the gaining of the days
stop the way that people love
stop, do as i say
stop the light
stop the wilderness maze
you never talk of jesus
when you're blocking all those rays

wars have come and sorta gone
it's really hard to tell
we send our soldiers far away
it's like they fell down some kind of well

those who love their god so true
so proud and unashamed
were awful quiet when we killed
and loud when love was gained

do you love your jesus
are you reflected in his eyes
why do you look so angry
in those tears when he cries


what makes you ecstatic
what makes you alive
you never talk of jesus
when you try and stop the light
stop the light
stop the gaining of the days
stop the way that people love
stop, do as i say
stop the light
stop the wilderness maze
you never talk of jesus
when you're blocking all those rays

what's the matter with thinking
what's the matter with thought
when you listen to the sermon
to understand is all we've got

but i cannot help but wonder
why now, why here?
so many, so disturbed
trembling with fear

i cried to heaven
let us love one another
they shook their heads in fear
and could not find their mother


what makes you ecstatic
what makes you alive
you never talk of jesus
when you try and stop the light
stop the light
stop the gaining of the days
stop the way that people love
stop, do as i say
stop the light
stop the wilderness maze
you never talk of jesus
when you're blocking all those rays

do you remember all the echoes
from the crime so long ago
they're still bouncing off the rocks
you can hear it down below

the good news was coming
for the poor, the sick and down
god was most needed
at the last edge of the town

at the border of heaven
where the cripples still can't run
you can hear them chanting
below a setting sun


what makes you ecstatic
what makes you alive
you never talk of jesus
when you try and stop the light
stop the light
stop the gaining of the days
stop the way that people love
stop, do as i say
stop the light
stop the wilderness maze
you never talk of jesus
when you're blocking all those rays


Friday, August 03, 2012

Summer


between the land and the silver sky
the wind and grass as the days roll by
sweet are the kisses and soft are the sighs
in summer the lovers are dear