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The Lagoons of Bahrish N'Atarre
Golden beams on yet another world
The swamps are energetic, alive
I tap the thrumming life-power
Listening for the thread that speaks
It's a perfect day in ATI's garden
The horizon's haze too is alive
Do shining towers of an alien Utopia
Lie hidden in it's misty depths?
I sense the bright coded instructions
Of languages made visible in my mind
Communications, life talking to itself
It's as the chittering of insect beings
Another day, another blaze of life
Variations on a theme, yet unique
I know that I already exist here
And this is not the world I seek
Master of the Universe, I turn
And begin to weave the strands
Of the spell that will send me
To the next word in living verse
Ahk lamen, vellitulan parhlas nitoll
11-12-2004
The Towers of Lunacy
Arriving in the dark was different
My eyes adapted to the darkness
But my mind had a little trouble
Adapting to the sight before me
The shining towers weren't so bad
I had seen others shine nearly as well
But these were illuminated by the Moon
Literally, and in more ways than one
High above, clouds of motes swarmed
Collecting glowing matter from the Moon
It formed an glittering arch in the sky
A white rainbow ending in the city
The towers were made of this Moon-glow
That's why they shone so brightly
Not moon dust but the glow itself
That's what this city was made of
And the Moon didn't like it at all
I could see it in his facial grimaces
Shouts of outrage were bellowed
But not a sound could be heard
As I watched this madness proceed
I saw a mote shooting towards me
It got larger, trailing silver specks
I hoped I didn't resemble a moon
The mote arrived before me and stopped
As large as me, it was humanoid
Glowing white, large eyes, pointed ears
It showed me a very nasty smile
It said "Oh my, a human, imagine that
Are you sure that you want to be here?
Better leave now, while you still can
Even better, let me help you along"
Eyes blazing, he thrust his palm at me
I saw diamond-sharp claws sparkling
I fell, tumbling out of that realm
Echos of his wicked laughter all around me
11-13-2004
Shortcuts are Rough
Brainshattering screams of sheer energy assault me
But I love it; energy levels like the surface of a lake
Support me and lift me up to where I can see the stars
Shooting forth beams of light that pierce my spirit
As I rise and fall on the waves of supporting energy
Words of supreme wisdom instruct me and are gone
Again I ride the demon as it tries to escape; hang on!
We buck and weave in tune to the current of my mind
The demon SCREAMS and I scream too, note for note
Together we sing the same tone, but with different words
Now it's another story. Time asserts itself but fails
It's just a yardstick and I laugh at it's failure
Billions of years mean nothing to a Master of Reality
A book of years, lives lived living more lives alive
I forget the way back, knowing that ATI will keep me
It's a safe universe and so I can relax and flow now
The music provides the sense of other worlds for me
I take the reins and seek to ride the demon to my dream
It is tame now and I start to weave the spell again
I pick the world of my desire and pin it down in my mind
Blue sky first, the royal blue skies of my youth
Green grass beneath, supporting a world of bright promise
It appears around me, memories provide the details needed
I land on hands and knees, just where I want to be at last!
11-20-2004
To Change the Past
Now here I am, in the lost land of my fondest dreams
The glorious United States, Midwest, May of 1970
9 months after the Summer of Love, reality gives birth
To a dream, the fantastic Ghost Revolution of The Mind
I walk a few feet and I am standing on the roadside, smiling
My hair has grown long in the time I've been travelling
A nearby sign says "Route 66" and "St. Louis - 31 miles"
Could it be more perfect? Nothing is really lost after all
The cars fly by without slowing, faces blurred as they stare
But I'm looking for someone else; do I really exist for them?
In the distance I see a funky bug-eyed vehicle coming closer
Smiling even more, I stick my thumb out; my friends slow and stop
And it's Hey man, jump in the back, where are you going?
Two guys and three girls, smoke and music drifting inside
I say San Francisco, where else and they laugh because they know
Where else indeed? The place to be for the Meeting of the Planes
I tell them that I teach Metaphysics and I'm looking for a job
Not far from the truth except for the job part, but that's ok
I'm looking for something and so are they; they provide the ride
My reality-creation will get them through the bad lands ahead
12-03-2004
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