Monday, August 28, 2006

lyrics
Quick a line that comes to you, what song, who's it by?

"We don't have to work anymore now, so open up that ground and slip down." - Harriet Wheeler.

"Your fingers like fuses
Your eyes like cinnamon." - Beth Orthon

"May God's love be with you, always." -Joseph Arthur.

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Panonhalma
Panonhalma


On my monastic pilgrimage to Panonhalma,
the butterflies companied my walk up the hill.
It was a good omen.
Some were sulfur yellow,
the nectar crystal blue.
I know what they did that day,
playing hooky with their buddies.
I offer them cigarettes but they flew away.

Before that they were bland moths.
Now they are dangerous with their beauty,
shimmering caliper wings that makes me
ache for my own.
That’s why I left everyone, to hide in this hill walking towards the abbey, the sweat pouring on a long hot summer
Sacred day on hallow grounds.
When the Moon Completes
I’ll be seeing you
when the moon completes
all lunacy will be cured
when the moon completes

Tides pull forward to cover
the coral reefs.

There are the poets that
Tug at the tides
when the moon completes

Compete in verse
Complete in verse
Fulfill the tide

the coral reefs.

There are the poets that
tug at the tides
when the moon completes

compete in verse
complete in verse
fulfill the tide


When the moon completes
The sand cities turn to mud

The tides pulled over
Your tired dead body.

The battlements and
Palisades crumble to
Dust....
When the moon complete
Prophets will speak
Of heresy