Lunar Eclipse

(Still Silence-  my digital music composition)

 

 

Lunar Eclipse

Frosted door open to a cold Winter night,

I stare, transfixed, on scene surreal…

Stark white snow tree-stitched to sky,

clear black space of unseen light,

eyes seek higher sense to feel…

The moon’s bare beauty makes me sigh

with wonder at the vivid sight

as shadow creeps across to steal

the borrowed robe of bright sunlight.

I gaze so long…I know not why

the vision seems unreal…

At last, I close the frosted door

to sleep and dream once more.

 

February 22, 2008

Winter Visitation

frozen

(Writing Poetry-  my digital music composition)

 

Winter Visitation

Still, silent snow seen through a window,

white shrouds folded and smooth upon the land…

As snow descends from burdened clouds,

I read a story, plain before me…

“Let it snow,” the snowman said

to snowwife and children of snow.

“Our hearts are cold; emotions frozen.

Even together, we stand or lay alone.

We are the ghosts of haunted castles,

abandoned loneliness of ice and stone.

We haunt ourselves with fears of lack,

as in a past long dead and gone.

Frugal with kindness, we gave little

to ourselves, and to others, well even less…

None mourned our indifferent passing,

our frigid Winter’s visitation,

our bodies now buried deep beneath snow.

Let it snow…let it snow…let it snow…”

 

February 17, 2008

True Love

 

(Fragile Thread-  my digital music composition)

 

True Love

Love is the highest mountain

of timeless Wisdom,

the deepest valley

of Reason and Common Sense.

Love is the unclouded sunshine

of inspired Intelligence,

the clear, renewing stream

of Unselfish Caring,

the universal sea

of Joy In Sharing.

Love is boundless, glorious,

and ever-triumphant Life

expressed in countless ways,

even beyond our human days.

 

February, 2008

 

Where Were Your Angels

(Gender Justice Rebirthed-  my digital music composition)

 

Where were your Angels

when predator pedophiles stalked your days,

your childhood a blur of fear and pain,

and ‘the secret’ withheld from those you blame

for not seeing or hearing your silent screams.

Where were your Angels

when cultural initiations of drugs and booze

made your youth a shadowed haze

of confusion, guilt, and ravaged dreams,

powers and potentials raped for others’ gain.

Where were your Angels

when you sold yourself with clever seductions

to buy a life of pleasures and pleasing

toys to quiet the ghostly screaming

when paralyzed memories returned again.

Do Angels protect, empower, and offer cures?

Were your Angels indifferent or just voyeurs?

Perhaps the Old-Man-God-of-the-Sky

and his Angels are just ancient Myth, or lie,

to help us feel ‘safe’ until we die.

Do we create these Beings we adore

to embrace the Human Race with magic lore,

pleading prayers and petitions to implore

an ever judging and condemning God of War

and Predators we just can’t ignore.

Though Angels are real as you and I,

we need to ask the ‘Where’ and ‘Why’.

What is the Soul’s Plan for the helpless child

not knowing how to ask for aid

of Angels or Humans, confused and afraid?

Sex as a weapon knows nothing of Love!

(Life here wasn’t meant for a ‘horror show’.)

Even those who pay with bribes and charms

shame and degrade, pervert and harm.

Children…tuned out, turned on, turned off ‘alarms’…

When will the silence of lambs be broken?

Whenever the little word ‘help’ is spoken

to Angels and Humans willing to heed

generations of wounded in desperate need

of healing their hidden terrors, freed.

True Science and Reason hold stronger sway,

and Conscience awakens to a Transparent Day.

Help us see beyond Creation Myths we’re fed,

‘Humanity’s Childhood’ tales and stories to dread,

as when innocents fear being ‘tucked’ into bed.

Be here now

to help each precious child,

all born of Spirit, holy, Souls undefiled.

Gifts of gender and sex, not sin, just fact

of Life’s continuing creative act

that Humans and other Life-forms enact.

Be here now to help each precious child,

all born of Spirit, holy, Souls undefiled.

Children are too young to mate.

Those who choose to violate

their bodies, minds, and hearts, to sate

their insatiable lust, truly harm us all.

How many unquestioned childhood tears

become untrusting lives of untouchable fears,

of slavish compliance, of destructive rage

that births the tragedies of our Age.

of slavish compliance, of destructive rage

that births the tragedies of our Age.

Earth’s Book…another blood-stained Page…

Though evils ‘toxify’ the unforgiven Past,

we can choose ‘A New Story’ of Hope at long last.

Angels of Heaven and Angels of Earth

remind us, Beloved, of our Soul’s divine worth

in every here and now moment from our birth.

 

 

August, 2005 and February, 2008

 

Past and Future

Marsduststorm

 

Past and Future

(Imagine-  my digital music composition)

 

Once we lived on…

Long before Mars became a cosmic relic

of terror and ancient wars,

we lived and loved upon its soil.

Too long ago to remember…

except our pale blue skin…and

we explored the heavens then…

Earth’s half-hidden history, an aeons old

blue and white mystery…

Pale blue Kristna, royal ‘blue bloods’,

ancient gods in flying ‘vimana’,

pyramids, monoliths, sacred circles,

‘chariots’ and ‘wheels’ of ‘fire’,

guiding white ‘clouds’ by day,

‘pillars’ of light by night…

call these ‘fact’ or ‘fiction’…

Jet streams, space vehicles, satellites,

computers and instant global messaging

From deadly electromagnetic arks

to hidden microphone speakers,

“there’s nothing new under the Sun.”

Holograph angels and angels of flesh

visit Earth with patient agendas

birthing old world religions, and new world

sciences and ‘miraculous’ technologies…

Now everyone can have a ‘burning bush’,

and watch the Universe unfold,

Microcosm and Macrocosm…

We’re all Life’s spirit and evolving flesh.

Exploring and co-creating this planet,

we may yet live on others.

Perhaps even our once loved planet, Mars.

January 26, 2008