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The wise old owl inside of me
Knows exactly who to be
Knows exactly what to say
When people are talking my way
And I don’t ask, it just answers
Im not the dance, I am the dancer
And it craves subtle release
When my lips give in to speak
Exactly what’s been burgeoning
I listen to its urging
When it rises up to sea
And moves the ocean inside of me
When it understands the fold
That wise old owl does what its told

The Loveless

The origin trailer of my release
Or am I just lost in belief
Is this dream real, is this dream true
Or is it just me running from you
Running from ordinary life as it is
Running from someone who says that I’m his
Running from growing old by degrees
Or is it just me living life on the breeze
Going with the flow that calls me forth
Opening doors I couldn’t recourse
Calling all angles, calling all sides
Calling all people who breathe “I’m alive”
And will I let my immortal die
Invicible inside that can never lie
Only bow gently and slip outside
Think of other ways to uncover the hide
Because deep blue is a fantastic hue
But it isn’t much good just sitting in you
I must be away so that I can paint
All thanks to the time when love made me faint
With her lightning strike to lighten the mood
The veil of depression in which I brood
In which I sit and contemplate
I’m always nostalgic for that state
For in the present tense where I sit
Nothing holds fast if I grasp at it
Not even darkness, that brilliant bold
You should know better, I hear wisdom scold
Til I finally conceed to the rebirth
How is it I’m sorry that I cannot hurt
How is it I’m slow to let midnight go
You train her hard, but she must never know
Know who she is, know what you are
Til you’re ready to point to the North Star

Responsibility

Who am I to be
Who am I to go
Who am I to stand
When I just do not know
But the standing stands itself
On a wire or a string
I may be clueless
But it knows everything
To pull me from my socks
Back into my boots
To pull me like a tree
Up from solid roots
And it may have its reason
(It doesn’t have a rhyme)
All I know is that it says
Baby, it is time

Hidden Saviour

I saw Jesus in your eyes
Did I ever tell you so
Well I wasn’t supposed to
So I guess that’s a no
And I’d always loved
My hidden Saviour
He never reprimanded
Me my behaviour
Only spoke softly
To point out the way
Picked me up from the earth
When it wasn’t going away
And for a moment
I thought you had stole
The power of safety
The man in my soul
So I turned away
Only to hide
I’ve got to keep
My Jesus alive
But there’s an impending
Crucifixtion
I wonder can you read it
In my diction

Artwork: Jared Emerson – Face of God

The Songstress

I saw the shadow of my soul in the indent of his eyes
I took it on the chin and it took me by surprise
Like the sun and the moon forever apart
Until that time of day when they both take heart
And you’re not a perfect person, I could list your flaws
And there is an ice inside that never thaws
But I saw you in the ash though you hid in the smoke
And you handed me a fiver when I was going broke
But I am no beggar, at least not anymore
And I am tired of knocking at the same damn door
When I know the truth is this, you’re not who I sought
Although you just might be the best lie I ever bought

Image: https://www.prosveta-usa.com/the-secret-of-polarity

The Divine Feminine

I keep tryin to fix it
When its not broken
Everybody knows
You can’t speak the unspoken
Everybody knows
You can’t be the unborn
Only relinquish
The clothing of form

Image Credit: https://with-omraam.com/blog/like-marriage-god-wife-isis/

A Heartfelt Quote

A mysterious presence
An unspeakable quiet
My life was a hoot
Man it was a riot
Til it all burned down
Back into ash
I once was impulsive
Yeah I used to be rash
Go storming in
And storming back out
Never knowing when
To shut my mouth
As the chains encircled
I felt the vice
Til it trapped me there
It wasn’t nice
Then she walked right in
With the softest arms
Told me she’d
Keep me from harm
Told me she’d
Never let me go
And, well
She didn’t, you know
And the blush it colours
Her cheeks so red
Every time I repeat
Just what she said
That she loved me so
And would always be
Here with me
Eternally

Illusion

Its not something about you
Its intrinsicality
And I am only now
Beginning to see
That the same is true
For my own dear self
Indeed if we are talking
Is there anybody else
It was nothing that you said
It was nothing that you did
It was just the simple light
The simple light that’s his
That shines from every eye
From each and every pair
A subtle reminder
Of something that is there
But when I look in the mirror
All vacant and numb
Losing the looks
I never had when I was young
I see nothing but peace
Papered over with skin
Its nothing about me
Its just that I am him

Image Credit : nsn on Pinterest

Perforation

It doesn’t matter if I’m strong
It doesn’t matter if I’m weak
It doesn’t matter if I’m silent
Or have the strength to speak
All it hangs upon
Is a hook upon the wall
And I am not
Responsible for it all
For every passing tide
For every passing wind
For every passing person
Who tells me they have sinned
All that I can know
And all that I can be
Is the hole that perforates
What it means to be free

Image Credit: © Digitized Sky Survey (DSS), STScI/AURA, Palomar/Caltech, and UKSTU/AAO

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