Mortaljive: The Rest is Silence

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

Saturday, October 26, 2013

News from the trees


you have been given
nothing to hold
everything vanishes
tickled by gold

Thursday, October 17, 2013

Sharks in Heaven



i lost my password
it's under the bed
i will not retrieve it
until i am dead

one day i will use it
to climb in the dark
a door will swing open
and i will embark

i will fly endlessly
just like the sharks
just like the sharks in heaven
the sharks in heaven
we are all happy there
we are all friends

i lost my innocence
in my father's rage
mother too busy
to help turn the page

sometimes i fix the past
with duct tape and glue
it's sitting in boxes now
unlovely and blue

but i will do anything
to brace up the walls
lead me to paradise
the old man, he falls

and i will fly endlessly
just like the sharks
just like the sharks in heaven
the sharks in heaven
we are all happy there
we are all friends

there are no prisoners here
left to escape
the jail is a ruined thing
the ruin of fate

i take off running
like a child in spring
i see the cliff coming
i can do anything

and i will fly endlessly
just like the sharks
just like the sharks in heaven
the sharks in heaven
we are all happy there
we are all friends

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Saturday, October 12, 2013

Lullaby burning



composer, composer
music of skin
changes are coming
changes begin
fire tones burning 
we're all burning too
we all burn along
what else can we do?

when the sun sets
it is we who are setting
when the sun rises
the earth is abetting
when you sing lullabies
our atoms take heart
composer, composer
please sing me your art

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Friday, October 04, 2013

Language song


this is my life, said the raven queen
such a life is a rare and beautiful thing
in the shadows or in the beams of light
this is my life, this is my life

i dream of oceans when on the mountain
dream of mountains when the canyon's gone
the purpose of a dream is a language song
we are pictures in someone's passion play
we are children at the edge of dawn

my wings were a wonderful friend
thought i'd have them until the end
thought i'd fly in all the tales
this old raven knows, this old raven sees
got me a trumpet and a gondolier
got me a glass filled with everclear
this old raven traded feathers up around the bend
this is what you do at the end of time

who can be the lover of a raven queen?
who can stand in the shadow of a shadow scene?
her eyes were like tomorrow, so hard to see
i could die in her eyes and count myself free

i know better than to ask for more
she taught me to forget, how to find the door
can't stay in the nest forever, my queen
this is life and life is the thing

i dream of oceans when on the mountain
dream of mountains when the canyon's gone
the purpose of a dream is a language song
we are pictures in someone's passion play
we are children at the edge of dawn

my wings were a wonderful friend
thought i'd have them until the end
thought i'd fly in all the tales
this old raven knows, this old raven sees
got me a trumpet and a gondolier
got me a glass filled with everclear
this old raven traded feathers up around the bend
this is what you do at the end of time
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