in silent slumber...

in silent slumber soft

from love held aloft

my heart hears the secrets

of my days and of my nights

secrets red like garnets
glistenin’ in the light

and longs to touch
the naked ghosts of my dreams

to ne'er let go its clutch

of all those soundless screams

and

you

.

i went on down to tha' river...

well, i went on down to tha’ river
my head shakin’ all in a shiver
yeah, i went on down to tha’ river
wanna git me one’a them crowns
you know the ones them’s for heaven found
but that ‘ole spinnin’ river said to me
you ain’t even been spirit wound
you ain’t got nothin’ that’ll git you heaven bound

well, i went back down to tha’ river
my heart quakin’ all in a quiver
yeah, i went on down to tha’ river
wanna wash ‘way all my sins
you know the ones them’s from yo’r skin
but that ‘ole ragin’ river said to me
why, you still livin’ in tha’ devil’s den
you gotta come on back down ag’in

well, i went back down to tha’ river
cause i thought it could deliver
yeah, i went on down to tha’ river
wanna wash ‘way all my sins
you know the ones them’s where love all begins
but that ‘ole stormy river said to me
you can’t git nothin’ for yo’r dark hide
you just gotta take it all in stride

cause you done been tha’ devil’s bride

well, i ain’t goin’ back to tha’ river
and i done sold my soul to tha’ highest bidder!
gonna go on down to tha’ five ‘n dime
and have me a good ‘old time
gonna buy me my own damned crown
next time ‘round
down in tinsel town

yes i am

.

.

.

the three...

come lay beside me for a while

and let me kiss your sweet sweet smile...

last night i lay with you
on beds of verdant green
in gardens filled with jasmine dreams...

there is your love i slip into
when days are dark and life all blue
there is your heart i hold in mine
when nights are stark and stars don't shine

there is your love

who...

when chaos comes to stay

who will keep the lion at bay
.
.
.

the moon tonight...

there's a lonesome moon

hangin' o're my bed tonight

do you feel it too?

these lines of mine...

do not think

that with these lines

my love for you defines

for my want of you

defies all lines

.

.

.

postcards from the caravan...words from the road...

in my dreams of you

i felt you there

with me along the way
soaring gently above

wings spread to the moon and back

gliding in and out of my thoughts

cradling me in the night

in my dreams of you

i felt you

* * *

it's painted all over your heart

you know the place

the place you go when love first starts

when it cuts through deep and sharp

it's written all over your face

you know the place

the place you hide from the race

when happiness leaves without a trace

* * *

do you remember when

way back then

we danced the dance

only two can chance

and you held me tight

all through the night

how i wish with all my might

that i'd just got it right

way back then

when we danced the dance

do you remember when

* * *

missed that first train
and the last train
then i found you
and i've been born again

* * *

now i lay me down to sleep

and in my heart i do thee keep

while my waking heart quietly weeps

for there it cannot you keep

* * *

if i had known you before

if i had shown you before

if i had loved you before

would it be different now?

well, i did

and i do

* * *

in the begin of time
you would be mine
if the seas did not us separate
if the winds did not whisk us apart
and if the heavens betrayed us not
you would be mine
till the end of time

* * *

it was a time of shattered souls and broken hearts

that time when we were ripped apart

a time of fractured nights

and days dissolved into oblivion

it is a time of broken souls and shattered hearts

still

* * *

i was lost in the dark

forgot who i was

then i found you

and i am

who i am

* * *

you're so far away
and i'm here to stay
send me a letter from home
i'm so all alone
pen it with your love for me
fill it with your lust for me
seal it with a kiss
i'm so all alone
send me a letter from home
from far far away

* * *

as i drove on my recent road trip

i scribbled little snippets in my notebook -

these are some of those -

enjoy

what good these lips...

 that cannot kiss

his

simply...

 

when i think of you 

i do not think
of your being there
of my being here
i simply think of you

 

mojo man...

it’s all true you know

those things you hear

about him

about what it is

that he does

what it is

he really does

you know what i mean

those “things” that he does

with that stuff he has

the stuff you can’t get nowhere else

you know the stuff

that stuff his stuff

it’s all true you know

those things i hear

when he comes near

when he whispers in my ear

when he pulls out that little

indigo instrument of his

when he stirs up his magic mojo

stirs up all those crystalline dreams

stirs ‘em all up into crimson streams

ties ‘em together with corrugated strings

all them beautiful things

you know what i mean

you hear ‘em too

don’t you

yeah, i know you do

you hear ‘em too

you know what i mean

when he pulls out his little stash

THE stash

yeah, THAT stash

all that sweet sugary stuff

that ain’t none never enough

that makes us beg for more

that trips us to that other shore

the one where life ain’t so bad no more

or the one where life’s shut all the doors

it all depends on his stuff of the day

the stuff of come what may

the stuff of findin’ the way

the way into the heart of things

into the guts'a things

into the deep dark black'a things
the divil'a things
the burnin' hell'a things
into the truth'a things
the beauty'a things
the real'a things
the real deal things

yeah, those things
those “things” that he does
your know the things
those things
that most of us
never even hear of
never know of
never deal
never feel
never fill
never will
never experience
even in the blackest night
let alone on a sunlit day
when life’s gone astray
has slapped us in the face
stingin’ our flesh like a squirt of mace
has robbed us deserted us
left us alone in the desert sands
without ev’n no layin’ on of hands
without no map no drink
sendin’ us straight over the brink
no shelter from the storms of life
leavin’ us in the midst of all that strife
when life has lost its everlovin’ mind
beatin’ us down and all our kind
but then just like the sunrisin’ on a misty morn’

like a breath'a fresh air
with all kinds’a love to spare
here he comes
yeah, here he comes
carryin’ his little magic wand
his magic mojo wand of indigo ink
danglin’ it in front of us
wavin’ it 'round
makin’ those marks of his
marks can’t no one else even compare

marks no one else would even dare
marks that take us round and round
makin’ us think we’re heaven bound
and just like pavlov’s dogs
there we go pantin’ and pawin’
salivatin’ motivatin’
whimperin’ whinin’
lappin’ up his stuff
all his stuff
lappin’ it all up off those virtual paper plates
sniffin’ snortin’ inhalin’ exhalin’

all of it 

all his stuff

yeah, you know what I mean

that stuff

the stuff that ain’t never enough

the stuff of all them magnificent mystical tales

you know what i mean

his STUFF
that indigo ink stuff

yeah, that stuff
every single drop every last drop
till there ain’t nothin’ no more
till all those words'a his
just slam shut the door
SLAM it shut
right straight shut
yeah, shut!
shut!
shut till the next time
you know what I mean
the time
yeah, that time
THE time
the NEXT time
when he next comes ‘round
makin’ us think we’re all heaven bound
givin’ us a fix on what is what can be
what should be
a fix on love an’ light
an’ all things right
slap through the day into the night
takin’ you to all them pearly heights
when he does his thing

you know the thing
that thing he does
with his stuff
that stuff that more ain’t never enough
that thing that he does
when he pulls out his magic pen
and it all begins
again!

again
with him...
and his magic mojo pen

for all’a us
yeah, you know who i mean
you know the ones - US
us - his junkies...
his WORD junkies 

[to jimmy in glasgow]

the fallen forest...

ever so often

ever so softly

my thoughts
wander to you
the sight of you
the only sight
of you i have
that imitation sight
imitation flesh
carved from the
living cells of a
fallen forest

a fallen forest
where if you
are not there
and i am not there
and only the dreams
of our hearts
make themselves
known there

there
where if my
heart breaks
cracks crashes
like a fallen tree
under the cutting
edge of a
dark night’s axe
will the crackling
sounds
of my broken
heart be heard

when it rips
apart because
you are not
there

in the fallen forest

 ~

deep down dirty burnin' mind-dancin'...

so

do you
do you dare
to dance with me
 
do you dare
to dance with me
to really dance with me
you know the kind
the dance
the dirty dance
the deep and dirty dance
the one
deep down inside the me of me
where you can see
all there is of me
and
dance with me there
there
in the deep and dirty
way down inside of me
there where
when we dance

and you hold me close
all that deep and dirty
works its way up from
the deep and dirty shadows
of my past
and
grips you just like
the arms of me
because
it
is
a part of me
that deep and dirty

so
do you
do you dare

to dance with me

do you dare
to dance with me
to really dance
with me
you know the kind
the dance
the fire dance
the dance of fire
deep down inside the me of me
where you can feel
all there is to feel of me
and
dance with me there
there
in the burning fire of me
the fire deep down inside of me
there
where when we dance

and

you hold me close
that raging fire flames its way up from
deep down inside of me
from the fire that burns to eternity
and
grabs you like the legs of me
singeing you burning you
causing you to burst into flames
just like the burning pit in me
deep down inside of me
because
it
is
a part
of me
that burning fire

so
do you
do you dare
to dance with me
 
do you dare
to dance with me
to really dance with me
you know the kind
the dance
the mind dance
the dance of the minds
the dance of words
the one
deep down inside the me of me
where you can read
all there is of me
and
dance with me there
there
in my mind
the mind deep down inside of me
where words take a life of their own
there
where words
do the deep and dirty dance
the dance of fire of desire
there
there where
when we dance
and
you hold me close
all those words
those verb words
work their way
down from
the mind of me
and grab you like
the magic in me
because
they
are
a part
of me
those words

so
do you

do you dare

to dance with me
the me of me
the all of me
in the deep down and dirty
in the burning pit of fire
in the magic of my mind
of my soul

deep down inside of me

do you

~