Subjective Perspective

Hope

Garden of Secrets

In your garden of secrets,
I bathed in a pond of sins
Where water’s murmur lured me into
The anarchy of remembering
All of passion’s promises
That lay buried beneath your fertile soil

As redwood trees sprang up,
You climbed them and sought shelter
From the harsh light of knowing
That many tears had watered their roots
And forgotten lover’s wicked whispers
Had blown through their leaves
Like shimmering tambourines

Fountains of pearls rained down
Upon the scarlet canopy,
And rivers of ecstasy
Flowed through the landscape
Of thought’s paradise

Mingling among love’s crimson roses,
And lust’s night-blooming jasmine,
Echoes of siren’s songs floated like
Butterflies on a tailwind,
And the dreams of innocent children
Grew like cobalt morning glory
Entwining and flowering on rock walls
Covered in lush layers of deep forest green

It was there that I discovered
The treasures of your heart
They were revealed in your cries
For I heard them call to me,
Like ancient voices rising up
From the bursting bubbles
Surfacing on the river of time
Each one piercing my heart
Like darts thrown from an unseen hand
And landing squarely on their mark

As I wandered through a forest of whispering trees,
I heard your snickers, sobs and moans
They led me to an imaginarium
Where I slipped into your dream’s stronghold
Only to find that it had been plundered
By the barbarians who had been enticed
By the hope of stealing your reluctant stories

So I left empty-handed, feeling like a fool
But hoping that one day, you’d ask me to return,
And that perhaps you’d even invite me in,
Press your lips to my ear and confess
All of your tales of Symphonia

ambient_1 © 2010

Slipping Into Darkness

I ran the circumference of the earth
To get away from you
I tried drugs and alcohol
To avoid confronting you
I tried religion,
That worked for a while
But you were always there,
Looking right at me
With those ice cold eyes
And menacing stare

You knew every move before I made it
You read my mind
You were everything that I feared
Running; always running away,
But right back into you

You were there waiting for me
In every hiding place that I’d find
Grinning and laughing
Taunting me, pointing and aiming,
You always hit your mark
Unloading and reloading
Into my bullet-riddled heart

Your eyes always sought mine
But I couldn’t look back
So I’d run and run
Until I was out of breath
It brought me closer and closer
To the sleep of death
Lying in wait
You’d ambush and attack
The fear that always brought you back
You knew me all too well
I couldn’t escape
Your plots and schemes
For my untimely fate

Each night I’d try to stay awake
But surrendering
Slowly… slowly
Slipping into darkness
Knowing that you’d be there
Lurking in the shadow
Of unconsciousness
My silent stalker;
Tireless and ready,
Always ready
For the chase…


ambient_1 © 2009

Fan Dancer

Interplanetary

Sunflower

The Dark Side of the Moonchild

She reflects gentle pearl colored light,
Illuminating my shadowy path through
A dark wilderness of isolation
I can see her; she is there
But way out of reach
The blood in my veins
Ebbs and Flows like a tide
Turned by the waxing
And waning of her smile
She is my moonchild
Beautiful, powerful
And very fragile

Luna, goddess of night,
Weaver of magic dreams,
And caster of enchanting spells
When her jack-o’-lantern light is full
I am restless; there is a tidal wave in my heart
And a battle raging in my brain
I can feel her heat
And she incites me to insanity
“I like crazy,” she whispers

My greedy neurotic eyes become psychotic
As I tear at my own flesh for wanting
Pull at my hair for needing
Run full speed into the dark maze of
Lost and forgotten souls
Until I drop…
Only to
Stop
The endless
Screams of banshees
Lurking in the recesses of my soul

When she is crescent
Her dark side is midnight blue
I am the court jester
I am her fool
Juggling, stumbling
Performing tricks
She is my sad queen
Trapped in the majesty
Of her own imagination

I wish I were her knight,
Come to offer her the key to my heart;
The key to freedom.
But alas, I am only a fool,
Tripping over his own words,
Fumbling for the right tone,
Hoping to see her smile again,
Showering me in mother of pearl raindrops
And bathing me in the light of her celestial beauty
I pray that it never be eclipsed


ambient-1 © 2010

The Adoration of Luna

Last night,
I opened the memoirs of Eros.
As I read through it,
Her name appeared on every page
In whispers, in screams,
In cries of exaltation.
My hands trembled
But I held it steady.

Words, like crazed animals, leapt off the page
And sniffed me, licked me, bit me.
Droplets of blood,
Mingling with perspiration,
Rolled down my face and arms.

I read the sacred rituals:

Luna on her hands and knees,
Luna the equestrian Goddess,
Luna the lascivious whore
Luna the submissive slave
And Luna the merciless master.

All these manifestations of her
Had me fumbling for the next page:
I was like a child peeking through a keyhole.
She was standing over her subject,
Leg over his shoulder, tufts of hair in one fist,
Riding crop in the other.

She pressed his face into her holy of holies,
And gave him another welt on his haunch.
When he brought her to the edge,
Each hit was fiercer than the last,
Her eyes were closed, head back
Each tug, plunged his face deeper into her sanctum

He was her appaloosa,
She rode him to the brink of death
And her pleasure was intensified by
The Strength of his devotion.
Would he die for her?
Could he please her If he did?

ambient-1 © 2010

British Mueseum

Nocturnal Submission

The long deep sleep
Of a weary mind
Brought you
Dancing into
My bedchamber
At midnight

Silhouetting
The blue
Moonlight
Streaming in
Through my
Open window

You were the
Gypsy snake charmer
Receiving gifts
Of flesh fruit
And nocturnal
Emissions

Drawing down the moon,
You performed
The sacred ritual
Of fertility
And Filled your chalice
With milkbone and cream

I was the axis mundi
And you were the
Sky and earth
Rotating around me with
Hypnotic incantations,
Whispered revelations

Spinning and spinning…

The scent of musk
And breath, wet
With sticky sex
And damiana,
Raised the kundalini and
Penetrated the thin veil of sleep

All busy in the moonlight;
I watched scarlet smoke
Dance in its beams;
As it emerged and converged
Spirit and flesh
Became one

ambient-1 © 2010

The Inn at the Seventh Ray

Garden of Angels

Come out of your cocoon little butterfly
It's time to be beautiful and free
To see the world with joyous eyes
Dance upon the flowers
Bathe in the sunlight
And float upon gentle whispers

I’ll entice you with poppies, daisies, and dandelions
You can rest upon my hand and flutter
While I blow-dry the morning dew from your gossamer
Kiss you with cloudless skies
And enfold you in Prussian blue hues
Of happiness and laughter

Live forever in this garden of angels
And skip upon the daffodils of my heart
I created this place for you to be carefree
And frolic in eternal beauty, knowing
That you will always be truly loved

ambient-1 © 2010

Elevation

Only In You

I have waited
So long for you
You are the fire
Of truth; my path
Back to the kingdom
Of love’s desire
I enter your temple
With reverence
And offerings
Of mind, body,
And soul

I surrender
My weapon
With love,
And devotion
Only in you
Do I see
Myself
Only in
Your heart
Do I long to be
Only in you
Do I see
The other
Part of
Me

You are
Starlight
Floating in
The dark night
I am a
Solitary ship
Searching
For you
Through
The black
Loneliness
Of time

I fly at
Light speed
To dock
In your harbor
And join
With you

Together
We are
One

Through My Third Eye

Landscape

The wind-blown
Sands scatter
Across the
Sun-cracked
Landscape

A cloudless,
Pastel sky
Hovers
Over a
Sleepy
Matron

A black crow
Pecks at the
Stony ground
And one lonely,
Decrepit tree
Cracks the
Silence
And falters,
As the waterless,
Rock-ridden
Earth
Reclaims
A timeworn
Cradle

ambient-1 © 2009

VIDI

Boulevard of Broken Dreams

l fell asleep on a bus stop bench and I immediately started dreaming…

I found myself standing on the median strip of a busy boulevard.

Naked; I tried to shield my shame.

People screamed, “Put some clothes on asshole!” at me.
Women scoffed, children laughed and pointed.
Cars motorcycles and buses rushed by, moving in two directions.

I tried to shield my shame but they ridiculed this even more.

Their laughter was psychotic and my humiliation complete.
I hid the book behind me lest someone see it.

Some drawings fell out.
A lizard man yelled, “Hey look! He fancies himself an artist!”

The crowd laughed psychotically.

The Hyena woman snatched the book from me and held it up
for the gathering-snarling-drooling crowd to view and make fun of.

I felt so angry that I couldn’t breathe.

I tried to scream FUCK YOU!
But nothing came out.

I felt like I was glowing florescent in a black and white world.

In the next moment, I awoke to the bus arriving and I staggered aboard as though nothing had happened.

I put my straight face back on and rode the bus to my stop.

It was just another day in the life of an ordinary man.


ambient-1 © 2009