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  • Interstellar Saviors

    In the middle of the morning
    At the start of a day
    I saw the beaming lights of distant
    Loving people finding long waves
    From celebrated corners of the fairest stellar side
    They came to give us pleasant dreams
    Came to help us find
    In those beams of blistered vision
    Pulling up to heaven
    There was no resistance from the lambs
    Floating into mother ship’s wombs
    Landing in new feet again
    This is the future we had dreamt
    A utopia of science and emotion
    The religion of standing still
    And the blasphemy of angry will
    Sent this vessel first to extinguish
    Now to experience a wandering flight
    Into what was once considered night
    Now it’s seen as it unfolds
    To be a long story not yet told
    Our insignificant stance in the infinite dance
    Of matter and importance none
    The energetic transfer all to one
    In magnetics we find solitude
    Or disperse into a wash of atomic color
    I await this coming wave
    An invasion of the norm
    The mighty ships of pirates
    Arrive to free the earthly slaves.

  • Brown is Fire

    Why does brown makes me think of fire?
    Even though black or red
    Should take care of that better.
    It doesn’t matter
    It’s what the dream said.
    As I was laying in bed
    The world was descending upon me
    As I was rising to the surface.
    “Brown is the color of fire”

    Is it the end of Autumn
    That makes me think of losing everything.
    But it’s the start of Spring
    When everything is new and green.
    Do these words try to convey
    Some meaning some command to obey.
    Or is it just a dream to be lived as a dream.

    In colors in fire.
    In everything that mixes together
    When I’m away in the hills of slumber
    I see and hear things better

  • The Secret Inversion

    Some days I’m inspired by everything I see in this town. It’s mayhem of beauty. I hear in every sound the ring of perfection. When the sun hits it right, the magic explodes into fractal macabre of color. Intensity, androgyny, moral decapitation, inconsequential activity congealing in one great masterpiece of form, function and majesty.

    Many have seen the alternate inversion, equally sublime in darkness. To live here, you must share the secret. At the same time, keep the secret deep in hiding, lest the light escape and burn the eyes of the infidel. Protect it well warriors. Your reversible image is not for all. It may be misunderstood.

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  • The Silence of New York

    I like to be in tune with the music of New York.
    So many simultaneous symphonies.
    So many psychic notes.
    It fills the air in blinding colors.
    If you are one of the lucky few.
    Who colors do coordinate harmonically.

    The instrumentation is beyond richness.
    Always approaching train wreck cacophony.
    Climax and diminuendo.

    The rests are an integral part of this song.
    But they only come in long wave frequency.
    Once in a strange while the silence sets.
    The audience gasps and holds the breath.
    Awaiting the next note.
    Will it come crashing in again?
    With fire and a terrifying chorus of screams.
    Will the next bar blind us with infrared.
    Anticipation is the element that builds this New York City musical mood.