Thursday, June 28, 2012

The Birth Of Venus


You would call the foam real, the sea real, real
the conch shell and real the blowing wind; you
would see the lightning in the goddess's eyes,
the sky and the elements laughing about her; the
Hours treading the beach in white garments, the
breeze curling their loosened and flowing hair;
their faces not one, not different, as befits sisters.
You could swear that the goddess had emerged
from the waves, pressing her hair with her right
hand, covering with the other her sweet mound
of flesh; and where the strand was imprinted by
her sacred and divine step, it had clothed itself
in flowers and grass; then with happy, more than
mortal features, she was received in the bosom
of the three nymphs and cloaked in a starry garment.

O fair god: you who inspire through the eyes
unto the heart sweet desire full of bitter
thought, you nourish souls with a sweet venom,
feeding yourself on tears and sighs, you ennoble
whatever you regard, for no baseness can exist
within your breast; Love, whose subject I am
forever, now lend your hand to my low intellect.

Sustain the burden that weighs so much upon
me, rule, Love, my tongue and hand; you are
the beginning and the end of my lofty endeavor.

~Angelo Ambrogini

Saturday, June 23, 2012

Dirty Paws

Her dirty paws and furry coat,
She ran down the forest slope
The forest of talking trees,
They used to sing about the birds and the bees
The bees had declared a war,
The sky wasn't big enough for them all
The birds, they got help from below,
From dirty paws and the creatures of snow

And for a while things were cold,
They were scared down in their holes
The forest that once was green
Was colored black by those killing machines
But she and her furry friends
Took down the queen bee and her men
And that's how the story goes,
The story of the beast with those four dirty paws

Wednesday, June 20, 2012

Shadows On The Wall

I Dreamed A Million Dreams
 And Never Looked Back
I Sleep Walked Through The Drama
Tried To Bury The Trauma 
But Now I Visit The Girl 
The One That  Lived The Life That I Once Knew

She Sits Under A tree
Barely Resembling Me
A Shadow Of Things Unseen.

  I Pass The Burned  Bridges
 Walls That Have Tumbled Down.
  Past The Nightmares That Scream The Silence
 And The Silence That Screams The Dreams

 The Truth Awakens.
The Cave Opens.
   Awareness Makes An Appearance. 

  Shadows On The Wall
Pictures Shatter
Lies Fall

From The Rubble Sprouts the Truth
Old And Forgotten
Reborn From The Ashes   
Saved From Destruction

Waves Wash Over Me
Mountains Crumble Before Me
She is Me
And I Am Her 

Tuesday, June 19, 2012

For Dawson

I want to live where soul meets body
And let the sun wrap its arms around me
And bathe my skin in water cool and cleansing
And feel, feel what its like to be new

Cause in my head there’s a greyhound station
Where I send my thoughts to far off destinations
So they may have a chance of finding a place
Where they’re far more suited than here

And I cannot guess what we'll discover
When we turn the dirt with our palms cupped like shovels
But I know our filthy hands can wash one another’s
And not one speck will remain

And I do believe it’s true
That there are roads left in both of our shoes
But if the silence takes you
Then I hope it takes me too
So brown eyes I hold you near
Cause you’re the only song I want to hear
A melody softly soaring through my atmosphere

Friday, June 15, 2012

Flight Patterns


Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won't either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You are here to risk your heart. You are here to be swallowed up. And when it happens that you are broken, or betrayed, or left, or hurt, or death brushes near, let yourself sit by an apple tree and listen to the apples falling all around you in heaps, wasting their sweetness. Tell yourself you tasted as many as you could.

Come Dance With Me

I'm a man on fire
Walking through your street
With one guitar
And two dancing feet
Only one desire
That's left in me
I want the whole damn world
To come dance with me

Tuesday, June 5, 2012


Remember that you are not really here.
Remember where you must be.
Your eyes are about to tell you something that your mouth already knows.
Your ears are about to tell you something your feet already know.
Remember that you've never really been here.
Remember that you have never really been here.
Your nose picks up a fragrance and lets it go.
Your mouth picks up a taste,
and lets it swallow itself up into the very oceans of your body.
Remember you have not really ever, ever been here.
~Alex and Crystal 

Monday, June 4, 2012

With My Own Two Hands

I can change the world
With my own two hands
Make it a better place
With my own two hands

I can make it a kinder place
With my own two hands
I can make peace on earth
With my own two hands

I can clean up the earth
With my own two hands
I can reach out to you
With my own two hands

I'm going to make it a brighter place
With my own two hands
I'm going to make it a safer place
With my own two hands

I'm going to help the human race
With my own two hands
I can hold you
With my own two hands

I can comfort you
With my own two hands
But you've got to use
Use your own two hands