Saturday, January 12, 2013

Day-dreams, Nightmares and Premonitions...

Wandering thru this concrete and asphalt maze
Dreaming of a better way
...got one more song to play
and this one doesn't have any words.
It is the song of my heart.
Listen and you will hear my joys and sorrows,
my suffering, my pleasures.
Listen.
Listen and you will see my Day-dreams, Nightmares and Premonitions...
You will hear my Confessions, Laments, and Battle-Cries...
Listen.
Listen and the illusions will be revealed
Everything that was hidden will be brought to the light.
I have wandered the highways and by-ways of this fallen world 
with my hands empty and my eyes wide open
I have felt deeply the suffering and depravity of my fellow man
I have heard the songs of the minstrels and the slaves...
I have listened to the dirge of the dying 
and the songs of the martyrs whose blood cries out from the ground...
and I have learned the songs of freedom and I sing them to you now...
Listen.
Daydreams, Nightmares and Premonitions
Confessions, Laments and Battle-Cries
Listen.
It is the song of my heart.

Friday, November 9, 2012

Eve

She begets souls wrapped in swaddling clothes...
she creates anew from the ruins of temples long ago destroyed...

King Kamahamaha

King Kamahamaha ruled over the land with a conc shell in his left...and a sword in his right hand.

Monday, September 3, 2012

My Soul.

My soul is a breath of God
A summer breeze that whistles thru the trees
parting the holy curtain in the window of the cosmos.
My soul is a ray of the Sun
A divine parcel of the One
Illuminating the darkness
casting shadows on the walls of the temple of the holy spirit
painting dreams in color 
the reflections on the panes.
My soul is a wave of the Sea
crashing on the shore 
for all eternity, forever, por siempre
Dying to be Free.

Bastard Children.

A society that rests on the pillars of exploitation and oppression creates its own bastard children:
Dirty, hungry orphans...Slaves, beggars and theives.

Black Magic.

The False Shepherd is a wicked scourcerer,
 an evil warlock who elevates himself on a throne
 and uses "Law and Order" as a weapon to conquer and subdue his 'flock'.
claiming possession over that he has no right to possess, he uses deception, manipulation, and brute force to absorb all power into himself
violating the sacred free will of the earth and her children.

Minstrels.

Their songs are spells 
They are gods and goddesses, witches and warlocks...
 possessing the power to bless and to curse
It is they that blow the trumpet, calling the warriors to battle.
They summon the sentiments of the prophets and scribes,
with rhythm, melody and rhyme they keep time
Wisdom cries out from the rooftops 
Truth echoes throughout the kingdom.