quantum11's blog: "phantom psalmz"

Wherever You Go

Sons of the tide of the music inside
we forgot we all have to go
chorus of feelings in a single image
still, there are many now who know
that it is all, based on faith
I know there is no other way
are we born to learn love. .then pain, and feel lost?
My loneliness won't leave me alone today.
Are we just  souls, along for the ride
remembered  images of love inside
entertaining angels who play music to angels
no loss on the other side!
Just give me my music so I can forget
who I was, for a little bit
just give us our song, it's where we  belong
we believe we can understand it.
no need for before,  another closed door
 no going back, this  I know-
I can say "I love you" if you listen to me
I'm with you . .wherever you go.


Wind over the Wasteland

Leaps of trial and error
transforming to a singular blind jump
of faith...
maybe if we wait
or lead it off a little bit
we won't have to
try too hard to relate to it
higher vibration control
the lower ones inside infinite soul
These lives surely must be
on autopilot within present infinity
it all comes down to timing
polarity from the pole
of the contact journal.
Electric...sympathetic
amphoric, prehistoric
wind over the wasteland
at night.

Writer's Block

Try everything you do, is high profile
every move you make is watched
every step you take is revealing your style
every act you make is mocked.
Writers don't do anything different
we've done it for so long . .
now there's money with everything in it.
Then comes the day,   we take it all away
where do actors of the script go anyhow?
They wait patiently for the day
when we bring it all back...
lock stock and barrel we will lack.
You see we took the bargaining table
we took away the fly by night fable...
we took away the horse and stable
and we are stealing  your dish and cable
so don't look under the rug for the missing key...
you knew all along...it was me...
now it's my turn... to be.

Trust

Trust a machine for the end of your dream
to a nightmare just beginning
when will we learn, it's love that counts
not if you are losing or winning.
Trust not the system if it won't apply
the next time you are owed your due
if "man made it. . man can change it"
one person would matter,  if that person was you!
It takes years to build, seconds to destroy
are you building on sadness. .
or a rock of joy?
Trust is one thing, they always say
that will make your tomorrow
or ruin your today!
"Trust" is not a precursor to "must"
But in this life..
They are synonymous.

47 Tucanae

Those veiws with overtones in Religion
fly in the face of,  us with a vision
expanding universes. . primeval atomic
we find we are not alone.
Are these views now so drastic?

The epiphany of  island expansion
smoking gun on the the mantle of the mansion
nothing that is . .is as it was
transgression from the world of means.

A spinning neutron star
the music of a millisecond pulsar
singing us a song from afar
from millions of light years away
a place where we all belong.

Those of us with authentic vision
fly in the face. . of those rooted in Religion
smoking gun on the mantle of expression
nothing that was, is as it seems
relation from the world of dreams.