The Sea Inside My Mind

Welcome to a strange place. Thoughts ebb and flow through my mind like the tides. Sometimes a little thing will catch my attention and provide hours of enjoyment. Other times I have to sit and think for hours, days, perhaps even months before I "get" the message from a thing. Rodney and Jenn must think I'm crazy, but they are both too nice to say it to me directly. So, with out further delay... ::clearing throat::

Welcome to my mind... those shiny bits and pieces of stuff that caught my attention. check out the links, lyrics, or stories contained herein.

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Lyrics

Most of these Lyrics are to and for Rodney.

Clumsy

by Soul Coughing

Throw away the radio suitcase/
That keeps you awake/
Hide the telephone in case you wake/
Realize that sometimes you're just not okay/
You level off but it's not alright now/
You need to understand/
There's nothing strange about this/
You need to know your friends/
I'll be waving my hand, watching you drown/
Watching you scream/
Quiet or loud/

Maybe you should sleep/
Maybe you just need a friend/
As clumsy as you've been/
There's no one laughing/
You will be safe in here/

Throw away this very old shoelace/
That tripped you again/
Try and shrug it off/
It's only skin now/
You need to understand/
There's nothing fake about this/
You need to let me in/
I'm watching you/

The Wood Song

The thin horizon of a plan is almost clear,
my friends and I have had a tough time
bruising our brains hard up against change;
all the old dogs and the magician

Now we're in the boat in two-by-twos,
only our hearts that we have as a tool we could use
and the very close quarters are hard to get used to;
love weighs the hull down with it's weight

And the wood is tired, and the wood is old,
but we'll make it fine, if the weather holds.
But if the weather holds, we'll have missed the point;
that's where I need to go.

No way construction of this tricky plan
was built by other than a greater hand
with a love that passes all our understanding
watching closely over the journey

But what it takes to cross the great divide
seems more that all the courage I can muster up inside.
Do we get to have some answers when we reach the other side?
The prize is always worth the rocky ride

And the wood is tired, and the wood is old,
but we'll make it fine, if the weather holds.
But if the weather holds, we'll have missed the point;
that's where I need to go.

Sometimes I ask to sneak a closer look;
skip to the final chapter of the book
and then maybe steer us clear of some of the pain it took
to get us where we are this far.

But the question drowns in it's futility,
and even I have got to laugh at me.
No one gets to miss the storm of what will be
just holding on for the ride.

And the wood is tired, and the wood is old,
but we'll make it fine, if the weather holds.
But if the weather holds, we'll have missed the point;
that's where I need to go.

Ghost

There's a letter on the desktop that I dug out of a drawer;
The last truce we ever came to in our adolescent war.
And I start to feel the fever from the warm air through the screen.
You come regular like seasons shadowing my dreams.

The Mississippi's mighty, but it starts in Minnesota
at a place where you could walk across with five steps down.
And I guess that's how you started--like a pinprick to my heart,
and at this point you rush right through me and I start to drown.

And there's not enough room in this world for my pain.
Signals cross and love gets lost and time past makes it plain,
of all my demon spirits I need you the most.
I'm in love with your ghost

Dark and dangerous like a secret, it's whispered in a hush.
When I wake the things I dreamt about you last night make me blush.
And you kiss me like a lover, and you sting me like a viper,
I go follow to the river, play your memory like the piper.

And I feel it like a sickness how this love is killing me.
But I'd walk into the fingers of your fire willingly.
And dance the edge of sanity--I've never been this close.
I'm in love with your ghost

Oh, unknowing captor, you'll never know how much you pierce my spirit
I can't touch you--can you hear it?
A cry to be free, or I'm forever under lock and key as you pass through me.

Now I see your face before me; I would launch a thousand ships
to bring your heart back to my island as the sand beneath me slips.
As I burn up in your presence and I know now how it feels
to be weakened like Achilles with you always at my heels.

And my bitter pill to swallow is this silence that I keep
that poisons me, I can't swim free, the river is too deep.
Though I'm baptized by your touch, I am no worse at most.
I'm in love with your ghost

I Am Stretched On Your Grave

I am stretched on your grave
and will lie there forever
if your hands were in mine
I'd be sure we'd not sever
my apple tree my brightness
it's time we were together
for I smell of the earth
and am worn by the weather

when my family thinks
that I'm safe in my bed
from night until morning
I am stretched at your head
calling out to the air
with tears hot and wild
my grief for the girl
that I loved as a child

do you remember
the night we were lost
in the shade of the blackthorn
and the chill of the frost
thanks be to Jesus
we did what was right
and your maiden head still
is your pillar of light

the priests and the friars
approach me in dread
because I still love you
my love and you're dead
I still would be your shelter
through rain and through storm
and with you in your cold grave
I cannot sleep warm

so I'm stretched on your grave
and will lie there forever
if you hands were in mine
I'd be sure we'd not sever
my apple tree my brightness
it's time we were together
for I smell of the earth
and am worn by the weather

Shadowboxer

Once my lover, now my friend
What a cruel thing to pretend
What a cunning way to condescend
Once my lover, and now my friend
Oh, you creep up like the clouds

And you set my soul at ease
Then you let your love abound
And you bring me to my knees
Oh, its evil, babe, the way you let your
grace enrapture me
When well you know, I'd be insane -
to ever let that dirty game recapture me

You made me a shadowboxer, baby
I wanna be ready for what you do
I been swinging all around me
'Cause I don't know when you're
gonna make your move

Oh, your gaze is dangereous
And you fill your space so sweet
If I let you get too close
You'll set your spell on me
So darlin' I just wanna say
Just in case I don't come through
I was on to every play
I just wanted you

But, oh, it's so evil, my love, the way you've
no reverence to my concern
So I'll be sure to stay wary of you, love,
to save the pain of
Once my flame and twice my burn

You made me a shadowboxer, baby
I wanna be ready for what you do
I been swinging all around me
'Cause I don't know when you're
gonna make your move

Other Stuff

Opposites Attract

we

are

Perfectly Flawed                               Strangely Familiar

Gently Savage                                      Exceptionally Normal

Liberally Selfish                                                          Clearly Confused

Imprudently Modest                                                                           Elegantly Wasted

Helplessly Protective                                                                                        Oddly Even

Profanely Blessed                                                                           Outdatedly Modern

Bridging the Divide

Youthfully Mature                                                                 Safely Insecure

Calmly Anxious                                                           Intimately Exposed

Unselfishly Possessive                                         Stupidly Clever

Dangerously Harmless                                      Differently Similar

Cautiously Madcap                    Sensibly light- Headed

Irrationally Sane                  Different Twins

but

invariably always

us.

"On the day when the weight deadens on your shoulders and you stumble, may
the clay dance to balance you. And when your eyes freeze behind the gray
window and the ghost of loss gets in to you, may a flock of colors, indigo,
red, green, and azure blue come to awaken in you a meadow of delight. When
the canvas frays in the curach of thought and a stain of ocean blackens
beneath you, may there come across the waters a path of yellow moonlight to
bring you safely home.
May the nourishment of the earth be yours, may the clarity of the light be
yours, may the fluency of the oceans be yours, may the protection of the
ancestors be yours. And so may a slow wind work these words of love around
you, an invisible cloak to mind your life."

Our Friend, Robert, the Dancer

" There are three people accursed: Those who work against the Laws of Nature without concern, those who know nothing of the Mighty Ones and who do not seek to learn, and those who know much and do not share their knowledge with any others."

Prayer for the Year 2000

Believe it or else, beauty and truth fans, it's time for a prayer

for YOU. A prayer to end all prayers. A prayer for everything you've

never asked for before, because you weren't sure you deserved it. A

special, no-nonsense, hype-free prayer exclusively for you--in the most

unselfish tone of voice I've ever mustered.

Ready?

I am starting to pray right now to the God of Gods, the God

beyond all Gods, the Girlfriend of God, the Teacher of God, the Goddess who

invented God, and what I pray is:

Oh Goddess Who Never Kills But Only Changes:

I pray that my exuberant, suave, and accidental words might move

You to unleash ferocious blessings on all the beauty and truth fans

who've tuned in.

I pray that You'll grant them what they don't even know they

want. Not just the boons they think they need but everything they've been

afraid to even imagine or wish for. Oh Goddess, You Wealthy Anarchist

Burning Heaven to the Ground:

The divine chameleons out there in sacred space don't even know they're

crazy. Please use Your blinding magic to help them see they're

all wildly creative geniuses too big for their own bodies.

Guide them to realize that they're all completely different from

what they think they are and more exciting than they can possibly

imagine.

And make it immoral, illegal, irrelevant, unpatriotic and totally

 tasteless for them to be in love with anyone or anything that's

no good for them.

Oh Goddess You Sly Universal Virus with No Fucking Opinion:

I beg that You help all the personal growth-addicts that are

reading this prayer to be disciplined enough to go crazy in the name of

creation not destruction.

I pray that You teach them the difference between

self-destructive self-control and liberating self-control.

Awaken in them the power to do the half-right thing when it's

impossible to do the totally right thing. Arouse the Wild Woman within

them--even if they're men.

Give them bigger, better, more original sins and wilder, wetter,

more interesting problems.

And oh Goddess You Pregnant Criminal Who Scorns All Mediocre

Longing: Inspire all the original sinners out there to love their enemies

in case their friends turn out to be jerks.

Provoke them to throw away things that make them believe they're

better than everyone else.

Show them how much fun it is to brag about what they can't do and

don't have.

Most of all, brainwash them with Your freedom, so that they never

love their own pain more than anyone else's pain.

Oh Goddess, you Psychedelic Mushroom Cloud at the Center of All

Our Brains: These budding Demeters and Innanas and Buddhas and Christs

deserve everything they need and much much more.

Please arrange for a racehorse to be named after them, or a

boulevard or river or thousand-year-old storm on another planet.

Help them win the battle against time, and learn to talk the

language of the most scientific angels, and master the zen of temper

tantrums, and get a fabulous mommy and daddy in their next incarnation.

Teach them to push their own buttons and unbreak their own hearts

and right their own wrongs and sing their own songs and be their own

wives and save their own lives.

Bless them with lucid dreams while they're wide awake and solar

energy-operated sex toys that work in the dark and a vacuum

cleaner for their magic carpet and a knack for avoiding other people's hells

and a secret admirer who's not a psychotic stalker and a thousand masks

that all fit their face perfectly and their own 900 number so that

everyone has to pay to talk to them.

Oh Goddess, you Dumb Fast Infinitely Wide River of Electricity,

You Smart Slow Smoldering Lump of Angel Fat Left Over from the Big

Bang, You Ghostly Snake Who Loves Inventive Tragedy and Sophisticated

Superstition, You Cool Furnace That Incinerates the Props of Our

Nightmares Much Too Slowly, You Creator of Happy Purgatories

Where Impeccably Unironic Apocalypse Salesmen Preach Christian Satanism

and Rosicrucian Baseball Players from the Middle Ages Dream

Politically Cracked Dreams That Reveal the News in More Exact Metaphors Than

Any Newspaper:

I pray that You provide all the global village idiots that are

reading this prayer with a license to bend all laws, rules, and

traditions that keep them apart from the things they love.

Show them how to purge themselves of the wishy-washy wishes that

keep them distracted from their divine desires.

And teach them that they can have anything they want if they'll

only ask for it in an unselfish tone of voice.

Oh Goddess Who Gives Us So Much Love and Pain Together That Our

Morality is Always on the Verge of Collapsing:

I beg You to cast a spell to nullify all bad spells that have

ever been cast on all the beautiful love geniuses out there.

Remove, banish, annihilate, and laugh into oblivion any jinx that

has clung to them no matter how long they've suffered from it, and

even if they've grown accustomed or addicted to its ugly companionship.

Conjure an aura of protection around them so that they will

receive an early warning if they're ever about to act in such a way that

would attract another hex or plague or voodoo into their lives.

And now, dear God of Gods, God Beyond All Gods, Sister Lover of

God, Mother of God, Goddess who invented God:

I bring this prayer to a close, trusting that in these mysterious

moments You have impregnated the dream glands of all the beauty

and truth fans out there with the most compassionate lust and smartest love

You can imagine.

And if there is anything I've forgotten which will help their

cause,

please flash it into my imagination in the coming days and months

and decades, and motivate me to perform any tricks or carry out any

project that will encourage an abundant flow of sweaty creativity to flow

through them, inspiring them to become more wildly disciplined,

erotically feminist, aggressively sensitive, demonically

compassionate, ironically sincere, lyrically logical, insanely poise,

orgiastically lucid, macho feminist.

Amen. Awomen. Ommmmmmm and halle-fucking-lujah.

There you have it, beauty and truth fans. A personalized prayer

just for you. A prayer that'll probably come true simply because you

didn't even ask for it.

You may now kiss yourself on your own lips."

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