i want to take you there

one of them free mp3s: "i want to take you there"

happy kwanza

love's keen sting, et al

regular pain don't mean a thing
when compared to that of love's keen sting

so why bother with spit and skin and tooth and nail?

why set ourselves up to fail?

to scrape and push and fall down, down, down

will the long run be as fruitful as the short term?

will our paranoia confirm

our lack of self control? oh, i see you

worry too, about the future

and everything that you must do

still in the present

how do we have time for all these mind games that we play?

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it is so thick,

solid gold above us

hanging in the air.

if we could build a tower

and reach high to feel it

in our small pink palms,

wealthy would we be

not in gold, but in experience,

which is of much greater value

to an honest earthly spirit.

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just eight minutes ago

(and now i've felt it again!),

i felt the universe breath in

and i swooned, closing my eyes.

embraced in its giant nostril,

i felt my whole being twist and condense,

wringing my soul completely dry.

and then the universe exhaled

and the process reversed.

FORGE ONATHON

new gold leaf ep, "forge onathon!"

download it for free here.

hand of god reached down for your shoulder.
i thought i saw your face when i walked through town this evening...
couldn't have been, i know you're on vacation
(if it's true what you wrote in this letter to me, addressed so long ago).

how'd you come across that idea, that you weren't good enough for me?
i thought i knew you better than i do obviously, because i thought you were much more composed

cried the ocean waves for you last night, the cobblestone erodes before our very eyes. and you ignored the sobbing foam.

haikus

cats are awesome 'cause
they can just curl up right there
and take a nice nap

it's super fresh, yo
it blows yer fucking head off
makes me wanna dance

what is this rebellion?
as if my loyalties were
inside of the cookie

i do not relate
to this ecstacy culture
fuck the two thousands

the sun has not yet
set in my heart, and i am
not ready to sleep

in and out of dreams

a little vignette

download: "in and out of dreams" mp3



hope everyone had a nice thanksgivie

cell phone pictures

(3/4)
what i need's a new
attitude about
how i live with you
and how i'll live without

pomegranate blues

note to self

don't stop trying to forget what you've seen

the missing apricot

mud coated pelt.
i felt your fur in the dark, dirt under fingernails.
our vow of silence won't last long,
not all alone like this.

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silk spaces - the missing apricot.mp3

oh neighbor neighbor
why'd you cut down our tree?
it was much older than you and me

keep your eyes on yourself
and your mind on your own side of the road

oh sister sister
why'd you wish on that star?
it cannot hear you, we are really much too far

keep your hands to yourself
cause you know we can never belong to anyone else

the power of a kind word

put downs have nothing on the power of a kind word
but your knife slipped right by me
and i've nothing to stymie the blood

i'm down for parties or the company of good friends
who like the things that i do
like a needle tracing the groove of either/or

islands or sinking stones

islands or sinking stones.mp3

we are all islands or sinking stones
we are all alone
through life and death we pave our own roads
the question is how long

we're all god fearing even if we don't
acknowledge any lord
we train ourselves to live a life of law
and order

it's funny how we can feel so strongly
about someone
then just forget about it and move on
to something different

shined a light but the bugs don't dance 'round here anymore
cause the light in the eyes of the one they love is behind closed doors
and every light they see is an echo, a recollection of the real thing
and don't you want that brightness back?

deerhoof etc

tell me you love me even if you don't
i just want to hear the words come out of your mouth
cause i know it would be nice if it was true
so let me believe

travel

it's a dying sun

wave cold
hand out the window
kissed you goodbye
at the taxi cab
hard to
imagine that loss
love, courage, whatever you want

it's a door
it's a cavity
it's a dying sun

innocent words, guilty speaker

sometimes i try listening but every sound feels strange and vague and uncomfortable against my ears. it's not what's being said--oh no, the words themselves are not to blame. the words are innocent. it's the speaker who's guilty.

(and although it may not be the particular syllables that so offend me, i do prefer to hear words indirectly, as though listening underwater, every sound filtered through a bathtub's volume of rippling hydrogen and oxygen. i envision the characters themselves, the sturdy, parallel H, the subscripted 2, and the perfect O forming together microscopically, weaving together to make the physical liquid, every clear drop simply a well knit pattern of letters and numbers.)

the sun

she turned around and asked, what are you looking at?

nothing, i said and smiled. and i looked up at the sun the way a young couple looks at someone else's beautiful baby.

i want it all

i want it all
and then the moon
on a bed of dimes
brilliant reflection
filling my eyes
with white light

i can't stand to not see you

what do they call it when you can't move too far away?
a mental leash, or a fear that a good thing won't stay?
i can't stand to not see you
i can't stand to not see you

You're Safe

tam tam

venice, 2007

last months

skin sheds soon but touch it looms
though new skin is electric too
mixed signals are shaking me
from a straight line dream
to a crooked view





((it's strange the way the sad, realistic thoughts creep in when i'm not focused, as soon as my perspective moves away from the macro-zoomed "reality" that is here.))