Mortaljive: The Rest is Silence

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

Wednesday, January 31, 2018

You must have already left


she was at the grotto, hollow and so pure
her i would sure follow
and then i'd take the cure
but children aren't so wonderful
that they can never die
i don't need god for everything
lord knows i care not why

she held all the numbers, she held them so close
she held the secret to the hideout somewhere on the coast
we followed her to denver
we'd follow her to spain
we thought she had the answer
to our daughter's pain

it's not for me, dear lady
but i need you all the same
she never gave an answer
she just vanished in the rain
and i stood upon the waters
i stood upon the deck
where are all the daughters
i stood upon the deck

the party starts at midnight
you park just down the street
make your way inside, dear friend
and tell me what you seek
two shots of old agave
two robbers at the grave
the lights are all afire
and i am all the rage
just get on stage
just get on stage

she held all the numbers, she held them so close
she held the secret to the hideout somewhere on the coast
we followed her to denver
we'd follow her to spain
we thought she had the answer
to our daughter's pain

when you fall into the earth
you taste the mud and rot
all the little creatures
that give as good as they did got
when you fall inside the grave
your mystery is revealed
you were never ever really here
except for things you feel
you were never ever really here
except for things you feel

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Sunday, January 07, 2018

Fertile Crescent Blues

the priest went mad, as mad as hell
he turned a crimson tide
fingers arched and teeth revealed
he would not let us hide

the pastor took to trembling
and spitting on the floor
he locked the church against the dark
and many oaths were sworn

the rabbi and the shaman
the body of the lamb
the minister said there was no cure
for god, or for goddamn

what happened? well, it's good you ask
you have a right to know
how monsters reign in the terrain
above and down below

This: every cell that multiplies
divides itself to do
the exponential numbering
making many from a few

each birth is like a miracle
each twin an instant ghost
what's left behind is lost in time
in search of one more host

but ghosts cannot occupy
the form without the function
they jingle/jangle artlessly
and pass up every junction

what is left for all of those
who presume a truer plot?
who shout of deeper insights
of what is right and what is not?

the perch of heaven oh, so close
your faith is just the trick
to make you see the carrots
that hang down from all the sticks

but time will take you by the hand
illusion, yes, but strong
the smile that helps you face the world
will one day just be gone

and when the stage is empty
after prophets all depart
they sweep up all the dusty bits
and proclaim a fallen art

from this dust the minister
the rabbi and the priest
blame the moon for rising
when the sun shines not the least

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