[soliloquy]

Category: anthem

  • from here to there

    When way is lost,
    the path between here and there,
    becomes the path between there and there;
    anathema to all but one.

    Change insists
    :
    one cannot get there from here.

    IT will become you, if you do not become IT.

    Inflation.

    Creation.

    Conception.

    Inception.

    Dilating dilemma of cosmic expansion.

    Riddle of the constant bastion.

    Horizon of event
    –
    behind each eye
    …
    in front of every moment in time.

    Matter

    indiscriminate from antimatter.

    Wing flap of the butterfly.

    Metamorphic rock.

    Believing is beyond seeing,
    it’s doing and being.

    Universe of growth and decay;
    within each and every day.

    Gravity.

    Parietal Cavity.

    Ordinary.

    Extraordinary.

    Happening.

  • IMAGINE: 5

    Imagine dear John, that there is no hell;
    only this one, which we buy and sell.

    No heaven above us, or ground below.
    It’s time now, dear John. Please, let go.

    We’ve suffered so much. And, we’ve only just begun.
    Dying’s the same as living. And Jesus, isn’t an only son.

    Ah…

    Imagine dear John;
    tomorrows we always want to know.

    No sleeve to put our heart on. No mask to hide behind.
    No Cro-Magnon man or woman. We are all part ape and mime.

    No box to put ourselves in. No answers we can’t find.
    When seeing through the heart, there’s no mass greater than the mind.

    Ah…

    Imagine dear John,
    in-spite of all the danger; worlds without woe.


    One that’s easy when we lie, only matters when we die.
    One that preaches eye for eye, has no contact with that on high.

    None of us imagined; this would be the way…
    None of us imagined; this would be the day…

    Save them, and their double fantasy lie.
    They tied the knot, not you or I.

    Ah…

    Imagine dear John;
    the universe without foe.


    Better to walk on water; no such thing as thin ice.
    We are anything but phony; not everyone understands nice.

    We simply think twice
    …
    thrice.
    No one is immune from desire or vice.

    Ah…

    Imagine dear John;
    raven watching over us and Poe.


    Until we’re all worthy of trust, iron will always turn to rust.
    There’s no “riddle of steel”; only the way we make other people feel.

    From ashes rise angels and phoenixes. As do dervishes and vixens.
    Beyond birth and lust, we’re all forged from elysian space dust.

    Ah…

    Imagine dear John;
    all the places we’ll go, with our virgin spirit’s arrow and bow.


    Imagine all chess pieces black or white;
    no reason left to fight.

    Imagine us all reading between the lines.
    No such thing as crimes.

    Imagine all thirst is quenched, John;
    even yours and mine.

    We’re ALL your catcher in the rye, John.
    We’re no longer lost in time.

    We must catch ourselves AND each other, John;
    underneath Vanilla Sky.

    Ah…

    Imagine; we’re all listening AND asking why.

    Ah…

    Cups overflowing from yesterday;
    say what you need to say.

    Instead of; living the wrong today.

    No…

    :

    Users…Abusers…Possessions…Obsessions…

    No longer need to be or not to be.

    No longer need to cry.

    Sigh…

    Ah…

    We’ve got you;
    it is we that stroke your back, John.

    We’ll help you as you fall.
    We’ll help you crawl through the other fourth wall.

    Imagine

    :

    finally reaping what we sow;
    a cure for what we know.

    Seeing all the signs.

    No borders or blurry lines.

    Imagine all the people, John;
    living in a whole new way.

    Ah…

    Imagine dear John,
    when heaven and earth are one.


    I’d say I’m a believer, John;
    but, I’m just a smoking gun.

  • IF

    If
    I
    had
    time
    …

    I would gather-up all my thoughts and think at will,
    until,
    the sun set.

    I’d look and listen to
    the cosmos, and do.

    I’d dream all night and think,
    when
    the sun rises again.

    I would think all my thoughts until there were few;
    when I knew
    :
    which ones should live
    and let-live;
    which ones should die
    and,
    which ones are just a lie.

    I’d look myself right in the eye,
    and find the answers to all questions why.

    I would think some thoughts over and over again,
    and when,
    they are completely thought through,
    I’d keep becoming new.

    If I knew how much time I had,
    I wouldn’t have to be iron-clad.

    I would build a better today.

    That way,
    I wouldn’t have to borrow
    from you or tomorrow.

    I’d cherish yesterday,
    and everything it has to say.

    If I knew how much time I had,
    I wouldn’t be mad or sad.

    I would know how much better I could make it all be.

    Imagine me,
    without finders fee.

    A skeleton key for a better way to see.

    The rest…let to be.

    If I had time,

    I would know how to begin.
    I would know how to finish.

    I would know when to rest. And, how to be my best.

    I would manifest the rest.

    I’d build a nest where everyone could be my guest.

    It would be our together quest, not a test.

    Forever rising and setting from East to West.

    …

    While we’re mating and waiting
    for a sign,
    a sign of just how much time;
    we’ll walk the line and dine.

    We’ll rhyme, drink wine, pine, and pick infinite ideas off the vine.

    Tightly furled in this world.

    Time moving fast.

    How much longer can this all last

    ?

    Cannot ignore the past,

    if gravity and change are this vast.

  • IMAGINE: 4

    Imagine dear John, that there is no hell;
    only this one, which we buy and sell.

    No heaven above us, or ground below.
    It’s time now, dear John. Please, let go.

    We’ve suffered so much, John. And we’ve only just begun.
    Dying’s the same as living. And Jesus, isn’t an only son.

    Ah…

    Imagine dear John;
    tomorrows we always want to know.

    No sleeve to put our heart on. No mask to hide behind.
    No Cro-Magnon man or woman. We are all part ape and mime.

    No box to put ourselves in. No answers we can’t find.
    When seeing through the heart, there’s no mass greater than the mind.

    Ah…

    Imagine dear John,
    in-spite of all the danger; worlds without woe.

    One that’s easy when we lie, only matters when we die.
    One that preaches eye for eye, has no contact between the ones on high.

    None of us imagined; this would be the way…
    None of us imagined; this would be the day…

    Save them, and their double fantasy lie.
    They tied the knot, not you or I.

    Ah…

    Imagine dear John;
    the universe without foe.

    Better to walk on water; no such thing as thin ice.
    We are anything but phony; not everyone understands nice.

    We simply think twice and thrice.
    No one is immune from desire or vice.

    Ah…

    Imagine dear John;
    raven watching over us and Poe.

    Until we’re all worthy of trust, iron will always turn to rust.
    There’s no “riddle of steel”; only the way we make other people feel.

    From ashes rise angels and phoenixes. As do vixons and dervishes.
    Beyond birth and lust, we’re all forged from elysian space dust.

    Ah…

    Imagine dear John;
    all the places we’ll go, with our virgin spirit’s arrow and bow.

    Imagine all chess peaces black or white; no reason left to fight.

    Imagine us all reading between the lines. No such thing as crime.

    Imagine all thirst is quenched, John; even yours and mine.
    We’re ALL your catcher in the rye, John. We’re no longer lost in time.

    We must catch ourselves and each other, John;
    underneath Vanilla Sky.

    Ah…

    Imagine; we’re all listening AND asking why.

    Ah…

    Say what you need to say; cups overflowing from yesterday, instead of living the wrong today.

    No…

    :

    Users…Abusers…Possessions…Obsessions…

    No longer need to be or not to be.

    No longer need to cry.

    Sigh…

    Ah…

    We’ve got you;
    it is we that stroke your back, John.

    We’ll help you as you fall.
    We’ll help you crawl through the other fourth wall.

    Imagine

    :

    finally reaping what we sow;
    a cure for what we know.

    Seeing all the signs.
    No borders or blurry lines.

    Imagine all the people, John;
    living in a whole new way.

    Ah…

    Imagine dear John,
    when heaven and earth are one.
    I’d say I’m a believer, John.
    But I’m just a smoking gun.

  • IMAGINE: 3

    Imagine dear John, that there is no hell.
    Only this one, which we buy and sell.

    No heaven above us, or ground below.
    It’s time now, dear John. Please, let go.

    We’ve suffered so much, John. And we’ve only just begun.
    Dying’s the same as living. And Jesus, isn’t an only son.

    Ah…

    Imagine dear John;
    a tomorrow we ALWAYS want to know.

    No sleeve to put our heart on. No mask to hide behind.
    No Cro-Magnon man or woman. We are all part ape and mime.

    No box to put ourselves in. No answers we can’t find.
    When seeing through the heart, there’s no mass greater than the mind.

    Ah…

    Imagine dear John,
    in-spite of all the danger: a world without woe.

    One that’s easy when we lie, only matters when we die.
    None of us imagined; this would be the way…
    None of us imagined; this would be the day…

    Ah…

    Imagine dear John,
    A raven watching over us AND Edgar Allen Poe.

    Until we’re all worthy of trust, iron will always turn to rust.
    There’s no “riddle of steel”; only the way we make other people feel.

    From ashes rise angels and phoenixes. As do vixons and dervishes.
    Beyond birth and lust, we’re ALL forged from elysian space dust.

    Ah…

    Imagine dear John,
    all the places we’ll go, with our virgin spirit’s arrow and bow.

    Imagine all chess peaces black or white; no reason left to fight.

    Imagine us all reading between the lines. No such thing as crime.

    Imagine all thirst is quenched, John; even yours and mine.

    We’re ALL your catcher in the rye, John. We’re no longer lost in time.

    We must catch ourselves and each other, John;
    underneath Vanilla Sky. Ah…

    Imagine we’re all listening AND asking why. Ah…

    Say what you need to say;
    cups overflowing from yesterday, instead of the wrong today.

    No

    :

    Users…Abusers…Possessions…Obsessions…

    No longer need to be or not to be.
    No longer need to cry.

    Sigh.

    Ah…

    We’ve got you; it is we that stroke your back, John.
    We’ll help you as you fall.
    We’ll help you crawl through another fourth wall.

    Imagine

    :

    finally reaping what we sow;
    a cure for what we know.

    Seeing all the signs.
    No borders or blurry lines.

    Imagine all the people, John.
    Living in a whole new way.

    Imagine John, when heaven and earth are one.

    Ah…

    I’d say I’m a believer, John.
    But I’m just a smoking gun.

  • IMAGINE: 2

    Imagine dear John, that there is no hell.
    Only this one, which we buy and sell.

    No heaven above us,
    or ground below.
    It’s time now, dear John.
    Please, just let go.

    You’ve suffered so much, John.
    And you’d only just begun.
    Living’s the same as dying.
    And Jesus isn’t an only son.

    Ah…

    Stars conceive us all from birth,
    somewhere between nothing and earth.
    and

    From ashes rise angels and phoenixes
    so do vixons and daemons
    and

    No one knows the weaver, John.
    So let’s imagine all the people, John;
    living in a whole new way. Ah…

    No sleeve to put our heart on.
    No mask to hide behind.
    We are all part ape and part mime.

    No box to put ourselves in.
    No answers we can’t find.
    When seeing through the heart,
    There’s no mass greater than the mind.

    Imagine any world but this one, John.
    Rest easy, John…

    This one’s only easy if we lie
    and matters mostly when we die. Ah…

    You conquered your demons John,
    all save one.
    I’d say I’m a believer John,
    but there’s still work to be done.

    Until we’re all worthy of trust,
    iron will always turn to rust.
    There’s no “riddle of steel”,
    only the way we feel
    forged from elysian space dust.

    Imagine all chess peaces black or white,
    no reason left to fight.

    Imagine we can all read between the lines.
    No such thing as crime.

    Imagine all thirst is quenched, John;
    even yours and mine.
    I’m your catcher in the rye, John.
    And we’re no longer lost in time.

    We must catch ourselves, John;
    underneath Vanilla Sky. Ah…

    Imagine we’re all listening AND asking why. Ah…

    Say what you need to say.
    cups overflowing from yesterday,
    instead of the wrong today.

    No:

    Users
    Abusers
    Possessions
    Obsessions

    No longer need to be or not to be.
    No longer need to cry.

    Sigh. Ah…

    I’ve got you, it is I that strokes your back, John.
    I’ll help you as you fall.
    I’ll help you crawl through the right fourth wall.

    Imagine:

    finally reaping what we sow,
    a cure for what we know.

    Seeing all the signs.
    No borders or blurry lines.

    Imagine all the people, John.
    Living in a whole new way.

    Imagine John, when heaven and earth are one.

    Ah…

    I’d say I’m a believer, John.
    But I’m just a smoking gun.

  • IMAGINE: 1

    Imagine dear John, that there is no hell.
    Only this one, which we buy and sell.

    There’s no heaven above us,
    or ground below.
    It’s time now, dear John.
    Please let go.

    You’ve suffered so much, John.
    And you’d only just begun.
    Living’s the same as dying.
    And Jesus isn’t an only son.

    Stars conceive us all from birth,
    somewhere between
    nothing and earth.

    No one knows the weaver, John.
    So let’s imagine all the people, John;
    living in a whole new way. Ah…

    You conquered your daemons dear,
    all save one.
    I’d say I’m a believer John,
    but there’s still work to be done.

    From ashes rise angels and phoenixes

    Until we’re all worthy of trust,
    iron will always turn to rust.
    There’s no “riddle of steel”,
    if it’s forged from elysian space dust.

    Imagine any world but this one, John.
    Rest easy, John…
    This one’s only easy if we lie. Ah…

    Imagine :

    No sleeve to put our heart on.
    No mask to hide behind.
    We are all part ape and part mime.

    No box to put ourselves in.
    No answers we can’t find.
    When seeing through the heart,
    There’s no mass greater than the mind.

    Imagine all chess peaces black or white,
    no reason left to fight.

    Imagine we can all read between the lines.
    No such thing as crime.

    Imagine all thirst is quenched, John;
    even yours and mine.
    I’m your catcher in the rye, John.
    And we’re no longer lost in time.

    The truth is…
    we must catch ourselves, John;
    underneath Vanilla Sky. Ah…

    Imagine we’re all listening AND asking why. Ah…

    Say what you need to say.

    Imagine:

    cups overflowing from yesterday,
    instead of the wrong today.

    No:

    Users
    Abusers
    Possessions
    Obsessions

    No longer need to be or not to be.
    No longer need to cry.

    Sigh. Ah…

    I’ve got you, it is I that strokes your back, John.
    I’ll help you as you fall.
    I’ll help you crawl through the right fourth wall.

    Imagine:

    finally reaping what we sow,
    and cure for what we know.
    Seeing all the signs.
    No borders or blurry lines.

    Imagine all the people, John.
    Living in a whole new way.

    Imagine John, when heaven and earth are one.

    Ah…

    I’d say I’m a believer, John.
    But I’m just a smoking gun.

  • IMAGINE.

    :

    Dear John,

    Imagine there is no hell.
    Only this one, which we buy and sell.

    There’s no heaven above us, or ground below.
    It’s time now dear John, to let go.

    You’ve suffered so much and you’ve only just begun.
    Jesus isn’t my only son.

    Mary and I can only conceive earth angels and daemons,
    in a world that is not fun.

    No one knows the weaver, John.
    So, let’s imagine all the people
    living in a whole new way. Ah…

    You conquered your daemons dear, all save one.
    I’d say i’m a believer, John
    but there’s still work to be done.

    From ashes rise angels and phoenixes
    Until we all learn to trust,
    Iron will always turn to rust,
    We are made from elysian space dust.

    Imagine any world but this one, John.
    This one’s only easy if you lie. Ah…

    Rest easy, John…

    No sleeve to put your heart on.
    No mask to hide behind.
    We are all part ape and part mime.

    No box to put ourselves in.
    No answers we can’t find.
    When seeing through the heart,
    There’s no mass greater than the mind.

    Imagine all chess pieces black or white,
    no reason left to fight.

    Imagine we can all read between the lines.
    No such thing as crime.

    Imagine all thirst is quenched, John.
    Even yours and mine.
    I’m your catcher in the rye, John
    and we’re no longer lost in time.

    The truth is that we must catch ourselves, John.

    Underneath vanilla sky
    we’re all listening AND asking why

    Say what you need to say.
    Cups overflowing from yesterday.

    No users.
    Abusers.
    Possessions.
    Obsessions.

    No longer need to be or not to be.
    No longer need to cry.

    Sigh. Ah…

    I’ve got you, it is I that strokes your back, John.
    I’ll help you as you fall.
    I’ll help you crawl through the fourth wall.

    Imagine finally reaping what we sow
    and seeing all the signs.
    No borders or blurry lines.

    Imagine all the people living in a whole new way
    Imagine John, when heaven and earth are one.

    Ah…

    I’d say I’m a believer, John
    but I’m just a smoking gun.

  • LIFE between THEN and NOW

    .

    What happened? Happens? Between then and now? How did we get here? Do we get here? Do you know how or when? Ascend from 0 to 10? Do you even remember? Prophesize? Proselytize? Truly? Unruly? Or, has all that been forgotten? Rotten? Does it even matter? As mad as a hatter! What is it, that really matters, then? How? When?

    The history of man, women, and men…? What is a man? What is a woman? Who are they? What day is today? What belongs to them, us? Can anything belong? To anyone? To us? The story of you or us?

    Where do we come from? For the rights of some? Not just, I trust? It all began somewhere. If we go there, will we find at our core, there’s only war? Or, always something more before? Before we discovered ore?

    Are we ever here? Were we ever there? Anywhere? How far will we go? Did we go?

    Should we rediscover, lover? Play, stay, with fire? Existence dire. Buyer?

    If we don’t stop, pop; we will be stopped. Copped.

    How do we go on, slow on, steady hard? Put down our guard? Answers in the bard? This is all much too hard, when we manufacture each and every card.

    How do we slow down? Without a crown?

    Why should that be the difference, inference, between matter and antimatter?

    Would the world be in harmony without money? Honey?

    What is it that THIS world needs? Need we bleed? How can we feed? Body? Mind? Soul? It’s out of control.

    Why do we love? How do we give? Is that a way to live?

    What to make? Please don’t take! Not for beauty’s sake. Can’t decipher what is fake. Are we just living-out our own wake?

    Are we connected or infected?

    I am serenity and this is a case of mistaken identity.

    In the mirror, this face in the wrong place. A mime, lost in time. There’s no box, just a tamed fox.

    Not enough time, dime. Can’t race, or keep this pace. Gone without a trace.

    No chair. This isn’t fair.

    But it could be, and it should be.

    So sad. I’ll never break bad. I’m too mad.

    Where do I get started? Warm-hearted. It was me. Is it still me?

    I want to live the life I have; the life I didn’t have. What happens when you’ve lived the life I’ve had?

    Morrissey, I’ve forgotten what I wanted. So get me, let me….be free from the haunted.

    When do we start dying and stop living?

    Stop dying and begin living?

    I don’t understand this ryme: the whole time rime.

    I’ve been giving.

    Forgiving.

    Every day we live twice.

    Roll the dice.

    Por

    las malas

    o

    las buenas

    ?

    W0W

    W0NꓘM0NKИ0W

    No difference between you suffering and me suffering.

    Stop buffering.

    How did we get there?
    Go there?

    Self-aware?

    From here?
    Without fear?

    Self-care.

    Permission to feel;
    heal.

    Time and space to be real.

    Choosing today AND tomorrow.

    Free from sorrow.

    Self-forgive.

    Time to live.

    ¡Ya es hora!

    Ahora
    !
    Aurora

    Beyond conditions and remissions;

    how we live and how we give.

    It makes a difference;
    how we talk and how we walk.

    JOHN

    Tell me what to say.

    Help me do it my way.

    IMAGINE

    Everyone
    changing hands.

    Sharing
    lands.

    A
    day without hours.

    Perpetually blooming flowers.

    A
    clock without hands.

    A
    grain of sand
    in my hand.

    Knowing not where it will land;
    bird leaves the ground.

    Science of silence
    and
    the majesty of sound

    .

  • between two knots

    .

    all life exists
    between the beginning and now
    the first knot tied for us
    the second, we are tying it how
    ?

    KN0W0WXW0W0Иꓘ

    !

    living and dying
    trying
    surviving
    what’s stopping us all from thriving

    ?

    the difference between truth and lying

    forever falling
    rising
    climbing

    sun need not set the way we rise it
    again and again
    end and begin again
    sun arising the way we set it

    yesterday
    in-harmony
    with
    every day

    today

    is

    yesterday and tomorrow
    from which we borrow
    ever-free from sorrow

    ?

    our world revolving
    decides the universe evolving

    breathing

    in and out

    waxing

    waning

    new way to see

    C0Ↄ

    old way to be

    or

    not to be

    full self
    up-on-a-shelf

    empty matter

    more or less

    clean-up this mess

    now and then

    how

    ?

    when

    ?

    four seasons

    harmonic reasons

    seeds of hope
    weaving roots of rope

    knowing thyself

    healing each other

    brother

    mother

    sister

    friend

    lover

    apple fall far from this tree

    defy gravity

    please

    nourish my creativity

    appease

    my thirsty eternity

    Antoine De Saint-Exupéry

    no need to rise up
    growing-up

    KIND

    never blind

    what is visible to the heart
    can also be seen with the mind

    asking why

    Y

    instead of solving for

    X

    only so many notes
    when you see it that way
    infinite
    when you play your own way

    say what you need to say

    JOHN

    what’s mine is yours
    when you don’t take it away

    let me give it my way

    none of us pure

    we are all the cure

    on the ther side of pain
    we stand in the rain

    no distain

    free from mortality
    and the complexity of morality

    beyond these knots

    E equals MC squared

    don’t be scared

    it’s only a matter of what we do

    again and then

    369

    how to use time

    constantly resolving

    inner and outer

    space

    in-place

    from birth

    on earth

    drinking

    thinking

    we are the fourth phase of fire

    burning

    underwater

    forever rising

    from

    ashes to ashes

    LISTEN

    !

    it

    is

    sound

    science and silence

    breaking

    day and night

    sowing and growing

    knowing

    W0NꓘM0NKИ0W