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Oh, Sister Moon
“ Flowers on The Wall” by The Statler Brothers.
“Sister Moon, will be my guide
My mistress's eyes are nothing like the sun
My hunger for her explains everything I've done
I'd go out of my mind, but for you”.
Sister Moon, You touch yourself and it is dance Without music
Sister Moon, You touch another and it is music Without dance
The Moon may be hidden
But the tides rise and fall any way
Rains fall
Tears fall
In an endless circle
All is water
Time?
Enough -
My Sweet Sister Moon!
There are things that you can learn by listening at dead phones. . . that
blow my mind the first night I made love to you with the lights on just
to see your face in that tight white dress at the center of the galaxy
surrounded by candle light and polished silver sitting next to a cold running
stream in the forest in the summer on the hot steel beach picnic with no
care for tomorrow always come in your mouth as a means of immaculate conception
of the first idea that I had when I saw the way your hands rolled the bread
of life and a small wafer under my tongue as a symbol of the flesh of the
hostess’s mouth fits mine like my body burns in chains of gold on your
tanned throaty groan of uncomfortable pleasure just to have a glass of
wine just couldn’t be the calm in the midst of the storm in a tea cup that
I broke on the bedroom wall between silence and last Sundays sermon on
how we care so little and so careful but we still make mistakes like my
one wish that I could go and get us another life without the mistakes that
happen to the best thing that we ever had to run with the rest of the crazy
women that I wanted to live my life with the cool touch of your hand in
this is easy to detect the change of mood just by your eyes except it has
to be your voice on the phone every day for a huge bill when a small kiss
would have been fine line between love and hate unlike fire and ice which
is a state of being like any other except that you live it more clearly
you cared for me being there are other ways we could have done this on
the bonnet of the car on the freeway into town and had a blast the night
we were arrested development is the only excuse for being later than you
think I would give you up when all I was trying to hold on to my life of
beautiful things to hold and to look at what you have done now or never
let you down on your knees bums up for the next frisson on our bed which
burned down the night steals in upon us and then steals away to forget
the past masters of deception I could tell by your blood stained hands
that told me it would be alright in the morning you go looking for the
man that stole your water of my life ran out with my dreaming against her
back in the still silent night holy night all is calmettes just to get
you through the day so running for the shelter of mothers little helper
doctor pleeze some more of these outside the door she took four more thru’
the looking glass with alice in want to land on an unexplored planet only
to find out it is fukken populated with morons just like the ones I left
behind across the border back there over my shoulders ache from digging
graves for the unknown soldier on as if nothing could ever happen to us
at the barbecues for kids and cleaning swimming pools of blood off the
kitchen floor after fucking because it was your time of the month we moved
to a new house and you put your foot on the accelerator to live and die
behind the wheel turns full circle and you feel as I felt as if there was
no tomorrow and if there was just one more chance I would take it with
you learned nothing as much as you did to loose my respect as a new thing
to your life will turn to dust blows on the winds of time enough to forget
forever loving you to the end of my days are bright and the nights are
filled with stars of the ages that follow us up –
It Happens - Just Like That!
Why are we here? Why do we dwell on this ball of mud? Many of us have
answers to these questions or claim to have…often with words like mirrors
which deflect back each speaker to him/her self and often with actions
which give an answer we would not wish to speak
Yet what shadowland is this? Do the treasures in your vault differ from
those of another? Can those who obey you think other thoughts than yours?
Will the facts you have gathered today still be facts tomorrow?
Objects can be moved around
as can people
Like chess pieces on a board
And it matters not to the pawn –
On which square it stands
When it is taken
There is but one thing we bring with us into this world, which will remain
forever after we are gone.
This is simply: to love one another and leave behind us when we depart,
the warmth of the memory in the hearts of those we have loved.
Even this immortality, though a fantasy of paradise is reason enough for
our moments between Limbo and Oblivion and the sacred geometry of chance
will yet yield the secrets of the universe
Secrets of The Masked Lady
Ocean of Nights
Spent waiting
One shining moment
I Saw your face
No lifetime long
Could replace
A moment is all it takes
Gently we touch
Under the tears of the stars
Wanting so much
To hold you
I can see, falling thru space
And fear no more
Years I sailed from shore to shore
to be met finally
By this Dark-haired Sorceress In Disguise
Sister Moon
I recall watching you get off the plane, march across the apron, into
the arrival lounge. We kissed. We hugged. So happy to see each other after
ten years. So happy, in fact, that we had to run to the ladies toilets
for a “hello fuck”, instead of waiting for your luggage to arrive.
Tonight I am going with you to dance, the moment is ours and it does not
finish
Tonight I am going with you to dream the life I dream in you.
Tonight I am going with you to dance, being with you me makes free
Tonight I am going with you to dream, the love that is ours and does not
finish
If only I could deceive you
Forget you again
Every time I tried to leave you
You laughed just the same
But my wheels never touch the road
And the jungle of life unfolds
And returns to my heart
To weigh me down
The night steals upon us
We lie wrapped in our warmth
Pledge our lives to our love
In the face of the storm
But your mind is so far away
Gone out in the rain to play
And my spirit returns to my home
To call me down
And I swear I’ll never leave you
Nor bring you to pain
Every time I tried to please you
You’d start with a game
But my world is calling me
To fly out across the sea
To my love
Who will lay me down
Oh completeness
In the morning
Of the day you came to stay
Far away chiming bells
And a roll in the hay
Bright sun burns across your breasts
Tween your thighs I can never rest
Riding hard to that distant shore
Of the Unremembered Paradise
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