Music

Spies Make the Worst Friends

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(R U Aware-  my digital music composition)
Spies make the worst friends.
With a mind-set of suspicion
every innocent condition
is polluted by mistrust.
Poisoned thoughts and acts unjust,
judgments faulty and absurd
hide in every deed and word.
Paranoia paid by fear
hears only what it seeks to hear
and even in transparency
creates its own reality,
seeing what it seeks to see.
Ever seeking fault and blame
in desire to harm or shame,
sneaking under social graces,
armed with friendly, smiling faces,
on the hunt for rumoured lies,
friends sometimes reveal they’re spies.
Awareness is the best defence
with godly use of psychic sense.
Evolved societies don’t have spies.
They just create through loving ties.
 
July 2007

Walk With Me

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Walk with me
if you would dare
expose your heart
to show you care,
speak your truth,
mind transparent,
willing to share…
Walk with me
through all terrain
in blazing sun
and moonlit rain,
emotions
weathered by winds
of loss and gain…
Walk with me
through garbaged lands,
polluted air,
encroaching sands,
water warnings,
ever-increasing
consumer demands…
Walk with me
amidst the stars
on this rolling planet
of endless wars,
insatiable greed,
and constant need,
bonds and bars and battle-scars…
Walk with me
to mystic places
no maps can show…
through sacred spaces
everywhere, nowhere…
seeing unseen Life’s
remembered graces…
(July 9, 2007)

Turquoise Dreams

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Shelley in Egypt
(Close Your Eyes and Ride the Stream-  my digital music composition)
I float in turquoise dreams…
turquoise and gold…
water and sun melting into memories
wrapped in gold and turquoise veils…
I am Osiris of the distant dawn,
dismembered and remembered…
I am Isis, divine wife and mother,
co-creator, equal, empowered…
I am Horus, the offspring of vision,
the knowing one who truly sees…
I am the golden history ship
that floats on forgotten turquois dreams…
lives mythologized in pieces…
civilizations ship-wrecked in sands…
mirages floating in hot, still air…
I bury the staff and rod,
the robes, the spices, the treasures
of gold and turquoise dreams
and wake up with a smile…
What shall I wear today???
  September 16, 2006

The Choice Is Always Ours

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The Choice Is Always Ours
Beyond the reach of our imaginings
Life’s Spirit inhabits countless forms,
some on ever-warring planets like our own
where fearful species still kill beings for beliefs,
where every difference is suspiciously seen as ‘threat’,
and intelligence serves petty kingdoms of power.
Beyond the reach of our imaginings
Life’s Spirit inhabits countless forms,
some on ever-peaceful planets like our own
where fast-evolving species choose joy in valued freedoms,
choose wisdom as unity in diversity,
and universal well-being as prime goal.
July, 2006

God Recycles Galaxies

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space
God recycles galaxies,
souls, and cells, and farts,
evolving plants, and creatures,
ancient tools, and space technologies,
exploding stellar gases,
hot and cool and frozen liquids,
muck, and dust, and rock,
known and unknown energies,
even realms of every thought.
Life in all its splendour,
or debased of all its worth,
is an ever-changing process.
God recycles Death to Birth.
(April 19, 2006)