Saturday, December 26, 2009
Sunday, December 06, 2009
In the Garden of Your Secrets
In your garden
Of secrets
I bathed
In the pond
Of sins
Where water’s murmur
Lulled me in
To the comfort
Of forgetting
All of passion’s
Promises
That lay
Buried beneath
Your
Fertile soil
Redwoods
Of regret
Sprung up
You climbed them
And sought
The shelter
Of their shade
From the light
Of knowing
That many tears
Had watered
Their roots
And forgotten
Lover’s
Wicked whispers
Had blown
Through their leaves
Like shimmering
Tambourines
Jingling
Fountains
Of gladness
Rained down upon
The scarlet
Canopy
And rivers
Of ecstasy
Flowed through
The mystery
ambient_1 © 2009
Of secrets
I bathed
In the pond
Of sins
Where water’s murmur
Lulled me in
To the comfort
Of forgetting
All of passion’s
Promises
That lay
Buried beneath
Your
Fertile soil
Redwoods
Of regret
Sprung up
You climbed them
And sought
The shelter
Of their shade
From the light
Of knowing
That many tears
Had watered
Their roots
And forgotten
Lover’s
Wicked whispers
Had blown
Through their leaves
Like shimmering
Tambourines
Jingling
Fountains
Of gladness
Rained down upon
The scarlet
Canopy
And rivers
Of ecstasy
Flowed through
The mystery
ambient_1 © 2009
Friday, December 04, 2009
Saturday, November 28, 2009
Buried Beneath the Mountain
On the open market place of language, all words have a price.
Speech is not free – the more money you spend, the more of it you can buy.
Money is a demagogue that shouts down truth
And swears like a drunken sailor.
While nuance is swept under the carpet,
And reason is ridiculed like a naïve schoolgirl.
Fictitious “facts” touted by fraudulent fools,
Fill our minds as a mountain of currency manufactures consent.
Lead us not through a rose-colored world of unquestioned acquiescence
But deliver us from those who find comfort in being told what to do.
For thou art the power and the poison of minds and souls.
Words, sentences, paragraphs, and pages; spilling from the mouths
Of well-paid puppets, hollering hyperbolic nonsense,
As they shoot straight at the viscera and penetrate the core of rational thought.
More, more, more, the crowd exclaims!
Inflame us, Intoxicate us; make us forget our suicidal mindlessness
For we are asleep but we dare not dream
For our visions are Trojan horses implanted by the servants of money
And thus, we laughingly hurl headlong toward the coming catastrophe.
I’ve been saving my money so that I could purchase some pretty prose.
I need to hear words that cast out fear and make things clear,
Because I fear that we are lost and our prophets have been bought and sold
And thus, they lead us further away from truth;
While hope is buried beneath the mountain,
And there is no faith left to move it.
Robert Allan © 2009
Speech is not free – the more money you spend, the more of it you can buy.
Money is a demagogue that shouts down truth
And swears like a drunken sailor.
While nuance is swept under the carpet,
And reason is ridiculed like a naïve schoolgirl.
Fictitious “facts” touted by fraudulent fools,
Fill our minds as a mountain of currency manufactures consent.
Lead us not through a rose-colored world of unquestioned acquiescence
But deliver us from those who find comfort in being told what to do.
For thou art the power and the poison of minds and souls.
Words, sentences, paragraphs, and pages; spilling from the mouths
Of well-paid puppets, hollering hyperbolic nonsense,
As they shoot straight at the viscera and penetrate the core of rational thought.
More, more, more, the crowd exclaims!
Inflame us, Intoxicate us; make us forget our suicidal mindlessness
For we are asleep but we dare not dream
For our visions are Trojan horses implanted by the servants of money
And thus, we laughingly hurl headlong toward the coming catastrophe.
I’ve been saving my money so that I could purchase some pretty prose.
I need to hear words that cast out fear and make things clear,
Because I fear that we are lost and our prophets have been bought and sold
And thus, they lead us further away from truth;
While hope is buried beneath the mountain,
And there is no faith left to move it.
Robert Allan © 2009
Friday, November 27, 2009
Saturday, November 14, 2009
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Saturday, September 19, 2009
Monday, September 14, 2009
Serpentine
Caught in the throes
Of passionate
Thought
This abyss
Of emptiness
Swallows me
The labyrinth
Of Loneliness
Leaves me wanting
Needing
Reaching
For slippery fish
Hands grasping
For smoky silhouettes
Shadows, Illusions
Reflections of my fears
Dancing, merging
Calling me
Leading me to
The edge of sanity
This line is mine
I straddle it; erase it
Balance on its
S shape of time
Serpentine queen
You are divine
And I am a
Wanderer
Lost in the
Fields of
Prussian blue
Dreams
Spun
By
Your
Magical hands
Creating the
Universe
In the image
Of gods
And goddesses
Of erotic
Transcendence
Filling my senses
With wild fantasies
And penetrating
Emotion…
ambient-1 © 2009
Of passionate
Thought
This abyss
Of emptiness
Swallows me
The labyrinth
Of Loneliness
Leaves me wanting
Needing
Reaching
For slippery fish
Hands grasping
For smoky silhouettes
Shadows, Illusions
Reflections of my fears
Dancing, merging
Calling me
Leading me to
The edge of sanity
This line is mine
I straddle it; erase it
Balance on its
S shape of time
Serpentine queen
You are divine
And I am a
Wanderer
Lost in the
Fields of
Prussian blue
Dreams
Spun
By
Your
Magical hands
Creating the
Universe
In the image
Of gods
And goddesses
Of erotic
Transcendence
Filling my senses
With wild fantasies
And penetrating
Emotion…
ambient-1 © 2009
Saturday, September 12, 2009
Back Into The Sea Of Dreaming...
How long must I wait?
I am sitting here
With my
Mind swirling;
My body anticipating
Her return
What spell has she cast?
I claw the walls
And pace;
I look for
Any trace
Of her
She is a cruel lover
And my
Need is great;
I want to
Devour her,
shower her with kisses
The more she taunts me
The more
I need to
Take her
And
Desecrate
Her
Imprison her
And liberate her
From the isolation
And misery
That enslaves her
Last night,
I prayed at the alter
Of her desire;
I opened Pandora’s box
And bid all of its secrets to flee
Such is my urgency
In the shadow of my dream
She came to me
Arms and legs open
She said I am the queen
Of your sandcastle
I took her there…
Ravenously
As the tides rose
Our passion melted
Back into the sea
Of dreaming…
ambient-1 © 2009
I am sitting here
With my
Mind swirling;
My body anticipating
Her return
What spell has she cast?
I claw the walls
And pace;
I look for
Any trace
Of her
She is a cruel lover
And my
Need is great;
I want to
Devour her,
shower her with kisses
The more she taunts me
The more
I need to
Take her
And
Desecrate
Her
Imprison her
And liberate her
From the isolation
And misery
That enslaves her
Last night,
I prayed at the alter
Of her desire;
I opened Pandora’s box
And bid all of its secrets to flee
Such is my urgency
In the shadow of my dream
She came to me
Arms and legs open
She said I am the queen
Of your sandcastle
I took her there…
Ravenously
As the tides rose
Our passion melted
Back into the sea
Of dreaming…
ambient-1 © 2009
Sunday, August 02, 2009
Saturday, August 01, 2009
Sunday, May 31, 2009
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
To Be Continued...
Speak to me
Not of heaven
Nor of life
Hereafter
Rather,
Stay with me
Here,
In this moment
On earth
And linger
For we
Are as divine
As any
Heavenly host
The key
To the kingdom
Nothing
Is more beautiful
Than this
Dreaming existence
Into universal bliss
Planets and stars
Spinning infinitely
Unwinding possibility
Beating, pumping
Spiraling currents
Whirlpool universe
Exploding outward
Pulling us inward,
Toward the heart center
Expanding, contracting
With each new breath;
The give and take
Of life and death
This eternal moment
Is cosmic osmosis
As we die to the ego
And are reborn
In the spirit
Of love and passion
To be continued…
ambient_1 © 2009
Not of heaven
Nor of life
Hereafter
Rather,
Stay with me
Here,
In this moment
On earth
And linger
For we
Are as divine
As any
Heavenly host
The key
To the kingdom
Nothing
Is more beautiful
Than this
Dreaming existence
Into universal bliss
Planets and stars
Spinning infinitely
Unwinding possibility
Beating, pumping
Spiraling currents
Whirlpool universe
Exploding outward
Pulling us inward,
Toward the heart center
Expanding, contracting
With each new breath;
The give and take
Of life and death
This eternal moment
Is cosmic osmosis
As we die to the ego
And are reborn
In the spirit
Of love and passion
To be continued…
ambient_1 © 2009
Monday, April 20, 2009
Sunday, April 19, 2009
Saturday, April 04, 2009
If Only For A Minute...
You are not old
You are ageless and timeless
There are no such things as secrets
Our thoughts are part of a web
Of consciousness that any of us
Can hear if we will only listen
I am listening and searching for
That which my mind cannot find
In order or rational thought
I dance to the murmur
Of moonlight on the still lake
Sing to the sky of wonder
Pray at the alter of Venus
Tend the garden of earthly delights
Bare myself naked and unashamed
Feast upon the beauty that is you
Revel in the mystery of your
Unspoken truth
I Sense the solitude
Behind the shadows and light
Of your black and white image
I long to share it or break it
If only for a minute…
Robert Allan © 2009
You are ageless and timeless
There are no such things as secrets
Our thoughts are part of a web
Of consciousness that any of us
Can hear if we will only listen
I am listening and searching for
That which my mind cannot find
In order or rational thought
I dance to the murmur
Of moonlight on the still lake
Sing to the sky of wonder
Pray at the alter of Venus
Tend the garden of earthly delights
Bare myself naked and unashamed
Feast upon the beauty that is you
Revel in the mystery of your
Unspoken truth
I Sense the solitude
Behind the shadows and light
Of your black and white image
I long to share it or break it
If only for a minute…
Robert Allan © 2009
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Saturday, February 28, 2009
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
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