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Sunday, December 21, 2014

what we all should know

The measure of Maat

How much did we rob from this world without regard?
How much did we add?

Saturday, December 20, 2014


We are taught to stay away from the depths of our feelings
Dangerous emotions that can swallow you blind

the thorn the knife the blister
knife in the back oooo
our tribal way to force uniformity
the callapse of our wild passion
/We bleed and our masters drink

Friday, December 19, 2014




If my words did glow with the gold of sunshine
And my tunes were played on the harp unstrung,
Would you hear my voice come through the music?
Would you hold it near as it were your own?

It's a hand-me-down, the thoughts are broken,
Perhaps they're better left unsung.
I don't know, don't really care
Let there be songs to fill the air.

Ripple in still water,
When there is no pebble tossed,
Nor wind to blow.

Reach out your hand if your cup be empty,
If your cup is full may it be again,
Let it be known there is a fountain,
That was not made by the hands of men.

There is a road, no simple highway,
Between the dawn and the dark of night,
And if you go no one may follow,
That path is for your steps alone.

Ripple in still water,
When there is no pebble tossed,
Nor wind to blow.

You, who choose to lead, must follow
But if you fall you fall alone.
If you should stand then who's to guide you?
If I knew the way I would take you home.

La dee da da da,
La da da da da,

Thursday, December 18, 2014

Chiron Mars