Lilac Wine
I lost myself on a cool dark night
Gave myself in that misty light
Was hypnotised by a strange delight
Under a lilac tree
I made wine from the lilac tree
Put my heart in its recipe
It makes me see what I want to see
And be what I want to be
When I think more than I want to think
Do things I never should do
I drink much more than I ought to drink
Because it brings me back you
Lilac wine is sweet and heady, like my love
Lilac wine, I feel unsteady, like my love
Listen to me....I cannot see clearly
Isn't that she coming to me nearly here
Lilac wine is sweet and heady, where's my love
Lilac wine, I feel unsteady, where's my love
Listen to me, why is everything do hazy
Isn't that she, or am I just going crazy, dear
Lilac wine, I feel unready for my love
Jeff Buckley, Grace (J.Shelton)
Prisoner
Tall strong protective free spirit and black sheep
An enigmatic attraction with a troubled past
Landed in my life and I couldn't break free
Why there must have been a reason
Fate brought us together so we could break the chains
Such intense pleasure tinged with pain
I shuddered when you came near
Electric currents connected us in thought
Your offerings brought us to a shared Nirvana
From that moment on I was hooked
Addicted to you gentle brutality
Until that time you broke us free
Locked yourself away where you could do no harm
Confined to your delusional prison cell
You let me fly away
But stole a small piece of my heart when we parted
So now I keep trying to find my way back
J.M (1998)
Sacred Skydance
The babbling brooks
the crashing waves
the towering mountains
the crackling flames
the silky soft sand
the omnipotent storms
the powerful lightning
the monolithic rock forms
the crashing thunder
the gently lapping sea
Sacred skydance, circle the world
All the world is made of me
J.M (1998)
Barbie doll dreams
Young and crumbling
standing alone at the foot of a long and winding road
seeds of death and destruction germinate and feed
upon the fallen dreams and hopes of idealistic youth
The morning sun melts the heart
the wind chills the will into a steely cold determination
to fight against the apathy instilled by recurrent disappointment
and a failure to meet those barbie doll dreams
These waking minutes feel like an eternal nightmare
when love is unrequited
and progress towards the light
is slowed by the gooey unresponsiveness of universal existence
A sharp deep suck of cathartic whirling smoke calms the soul
A sip of bitter sweet poison numbs the optimistic demanding girl
who craves more than an addiction to a humdrum musty reality
J.M (1998)
What is that feeling when you're driving away from people
and they recede on the plain till you see their specks dispersing?
It's the too huge world vaulting us, and it's good-bye.
But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies.
On the Road - Jack Kerouac.
Beach life
I love to lie on hot white sand
to dream and think of my life plan
to hear the waves and feel the breeze
I watch the children play with ease
I need this time and maybe more
to imagine what my future has in store
J.M (1998)
Indifference
Nothing moves me
nothing touches me
nothing bothers me
nothing excites me
nothing upsets me
I feel nothing....
Except a nagging sense of indifference
J.M (1998)
Bright Eyes
Is it a kind of dream
Floating down on the river
Following the river of death down stream
Oh is it a dream?
There's a fog on the horizon
A strange glow in the sky
And nobody knows where you can go
Or what does it mean
oh, oh is it a dream
Bright eyes
Burning like fire
Bright eyes
How can you close and fail
How can the eyes that burned so brightly
Suddenly turn so pale?
Bright eyes
Is it a kind of shadow
Reaching over the hill
Wandering over the hills unseen
Or is it a dream
There's a high wind in the trees
A cold sound in the air
And nobody knows where you can go
And where do you start
Oh oh, into the dark
Bright eyes
Burning like fire
Bright eyes
How can you close and fail
How can the eyes that burned so brightly
Suddenly grow so pale
Bright eyes
Mike Batt - (1978 April Music Ltd. Watership Productions)
Pagan Chant
Pentacle and Earth and North
Call the cone of magic forth
Air and East, athame bright
Cone of magic to its height
Fire and South and candle burn
Make the cone of magic turn
Cauldron deep and West and Water
Cone of Magic never falter
Aya, aya, Anu, aya, aya Lugh
Aya, aya, Anu, aya, aya Lugh
Teresa Moorey (1996)
To see a world in a grain of sand,
And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,
And eternity in an hour.
William Blake.
Medicine Tool
For us Indians there is just the pipe
the earth we sit on,
and the open sky.
The spirit is everywhere....
That smoke from the peace pipe,
it goes straight up to the spirit world.
But this is a two way thing.
Power flows down to us through that smoke,
through the pipe stem.
You feel that power as you hold your pipe;
it moves from the pipe right into your body.
It makes your hair stand up.
That pipe is not just a thing;
it is alive.
Lame Deer - Sioux Wicasa Wakan
Something was actually happening, but it was too actual.
Angela, My So-Called Life
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