The latest highway news was delivered
Then left immediatly
The man who delivered
The sad blues
Never wished to be seen.
Minutes beforehand the stranger left
So dear to the vagrants heart
Bowing her head not looking
Not noticing the shame
That had been brought upon them all
By the deliveryman’s game.
He stood at the roadside
Sweating, his head was in a spin
More mystery had been in his dreams that night
Then all the dreams he’d been in
Close your eyes and make a wish
Lay down in the garden of a dream
Walk the pavements of time
To the yellow moon of infinity
To weep into the sea of passion
To scream into the night of death
To cry into the diamond darkness
To float through the compartments of infinity
Into the existance of nothing
Do not look for only you are seen
Do not speak you will hear only your voice
Do not listen you will hear only your thoughts
Close your eyes and look
Do you see still more mysteries of living
Your wish should be fulfilled by now
Lost down the tunnels of nowhere
Flying like a white dove into the daylight
For what is a wish but this
Fear, terrible fear is released. The ship of Liberty is sinking.
There is a bitter iron in the heart.
The heart like a baby in the grip of pliers beating, beating to get free of
The rope of sleep is reeled in,
Called in, dying there in the primordial temper of the stressed heart.
The threat draws closer. Is society becoming crazy,
loosing its footing, struggling to stand stridently
on shifting gravel.
Good intentions become the walk between two guards to the prison cell.
The Good intentions of the middle class are independent of King or Queen.
They have taken the university; they have moved in.
The children who grew up in luxury
With their eyes set on the great heights.
Live – live here
Be my bride. The smile I forgot to smile. The smile on the lips of life is our smile.
He is boulder face, he is without life, he does not smile, when he lives he smiles.
But who can live here amongst the ice and boulders of this world.
That cry within – life, live here, for us.
That meaningful vote – a penny in a rusty tin can in the hand of the destitute poor – the world.
Life we cry, live here, thrive here in this dark evil wood.
That meaningful vote – a treaty with the seven-headed beast of the apocalypse, run, hide; but all the caves are one bright and colourless light.
Here is an emotion drifting in space, too close to the sun and it burns; too far away and it freezes just like real emotions. Give space to your emotions and your thoughts will be creative. Keep your emotions at the right temperature.
Well, here is one emotion drifting in space, the space walker reported it to earth. It’s harmless at the moment, it’s not angry and it’s not happy. A very placid cool emotion if you ask me. If you pushed it with your hand it would swish away like some fish in the water.
Emotions don’t survive death. These emotions drifting in space have been here for millions of years; intelligent enough to know the zone in space where life can exist and sensitive enough to stay in place in their zone around the mighty star.
Emotions drifting in space have no legs to run away; no arms to embrace with; no head to belittle them. They have no eyes or ears or breath and they can live forever in perfect peace.
God created a sun to make light
around the sun he created a zone where liquid water can exist
the distance of the zone is 93 million miles from the sun
and this is the habitable zone
where the water does not totally evaporate
and where the water does not totally turn to ice
in that orbit where water exists the earth is fixed
and the earth is a planet where life can exist because of water.
and around the planet was the watery deep
and God divided the watery deep by an expanse
and the water below the expanse He called sea
and the water above the expanse He called heaven.
The book of Genesis is story telling at its most compelling. Perhaps in the gates of a town or camp people gathered to listen to the beginings of life passed on by word of mouth from one generation to the next.
It seems to say that the earth was coverd by the watery deep before any land emerged. And then this watery deep was divided by an expanse perhaps the air and so the sea and the heaven was formed. Heaven in those days must have been what could be seen with the eyes from the land.
It strikes me how well this fits well with scientific fact. With the habitable zone and the amazing facts of the earths place in orbit around the sun. I wanted to put these two things together in a kind of poem. I tried to put it into my own words but some of the style, the idiom of the book of Genesis has crept in. And of course truth to materials has to be maintained for integrity.
I have never had a discount for love; love is never at half price. If it dies, it dies whole; if it lives it lives whole. Love detests coupons; love detests a price. You can’t capture love with a penny or a pound and many before me have said the same thing.
If I could cram my whole life into this room and lock the door. It will disappear like a lift into the bowels of the earth; it will become the smallest atom passing through a black hole in space and back again, then it will jump into song. But if love is inside that atom, the atom will not be able to contain it, it will stretch and strain and squeak and scream but it will never hold love in. Love is not in the atom; love is elsewhere, in the memory of life. Love picks you up like you’re a three legged fly and says poor fly, and when love gets the order to march, love will give you back your legs.
Upon the night of Halloween the voices came again telling me that their way is the only way. Lies, I said, your tricks do not deceive me and then I awake. And there I was, in a room, and in that room is my whole life, and I must pay the re