Sunday, 6 July 2014

Dreams....

Still Dreamin....


Strange Dreams....


Only When I'm Dreaming....



All a Dream.....




Don't Like to Dream....




Secret Dreams.......




Talkin in my Sleep....




Thursday, 3 April 2014

Bliss Carman and Richard Hovey - Songs from Vagabondia

Vagabondia

Off with the fetters
That chafe and restrain!
Off with the chain!
Here Art and Letters,
Music and wine,
And Myrtle and Wanda,
The winsome witches,
Blithely combine.
Here are true riches,
Here is Golconda,
Here are the Indies,
Here we are free,
Free as the wind is,
Free as the sea,
Free!

Houp-la!

What have we
To do with the way
Of the Pharisee?
We go or we stay
At our own sweet will;
We think as we say,
And we say or keep still
At our own sweet will,
At our own sweet will.

Here we are free,
To be good or bad,
Sane or mad,
Merry or grim
As the mood may be,—
Free as the whim
Of a spook on a spree,—
Free to be oddities,
Not mere commodities,
Stupid and salable,
Wholly available,
Ranged upon shelves;
Each with his puny form
In the same uniform,
Cramped and disabled;
We are not labelled,
We are ourselves.

Here is the real,
Here is the ideal;
Laughable hardship
Met and forgot,
Glory of bardship
World's bloom and world's blot;
The shock and the jostle,
The mock and the push,
But hearts like the throstle
A-joy in the bush;
Wits that would merrily
Laugh away wrong,
Throats that would verily
Melt Hell in Song.

What though the dimes be
Elusive as rhymes be,
And Bessie, with finger
Uplifted, is warning
That breakfast next morning
(A subject she's scorning)
Is mighty uncertain!
What care we? Linger
A moment to kiss—
No time's amiss
To a vagabond's ardor—
Then finish the larder
And pull down the curtain.

Unless ere the kiss come,
Black Richard or Bliss come,
Or Tom with a flagon,
Or Karl with a jag on—
Then up and after
The joy of the night
With the hounds of laughter
To follow the flight
Of the fox-foot hours
That double and run
Through brakes and bowers
Of folly and fun.

With the comrade heart
For a moment's play,
And the comrade heart
For a heavier day,
And the comrade heart
Forever and aye.

For the joy of wine
Is not for long;
And the joy of song
Is a dream of shine;
But the comrade heart
Shall outlast art
And a woman's love
The fame thereof.

But wine for a sign
Of the love we bring!
And song for an oath
That Love is king!
And both, and both
For his worshipping!

Then up and away
Till the break of day,
With a heart that's merry,
And a Tom-and-Jerry,
And a derry-down-derry—
What's that you say,
You highly respectable
Buyers and sellers?
We should be decenter?
Not as we please inter
Custom, frugality,
Use and morality
In the delectable
Depths of wine-cellars?

Midnights of revel,
And noondays of song!
Is it so wrong?
Go to the Devil!

I tell you that we,
While you are smirking
And lying and shirking
Life's duty of duties,
Honest sincerity,
We are in verity
Free!
Free to rejoice
In blisses and beauties!
Free as the voice
Of the wind as it passes!
Free as the bird
In the weft of the grasses!
Free as the word
Of the sun to the sea—
Free!

Friday, 31 January 2014

"Resume"


I got my first false kiss
from cold indifferent ignorance
but she quickly pulled away
and ran upstairs.
So I drew a hot bath
Like a roman suicide
but no blood in the water
only gentle virgin's tears.

I got my first real kiss
from unexpected big heart bliss
leaping over boundaries
clutching tight, kissing right
whispered teachings in the car
I almost learned
but couldn’t quite.

I lost my virginity
to an enormous rolling sea
of acceptance and affection
pulling me in her direction
and just begging for five seconds
of my hurried ecstasy.
Oh I tried my best to love her
but my heart could never cover
the ugly sharp disdain
of my hated haughty mind.

How come they only love you
when your serotonin's high?
How come they only see you
when you fit in, when you hide?
How come they never love you
when your just your lonely self?
Because you only love them

when you try.

Saturday, 4 January 2014

"King Charlamine, the Dumbass"


King Charlamine, the dumbass.
First of his name
I wear the crown that starts the reign
of King Charlamine, the dumbass,
walking in the rain
I hear the echo of the shame
of King Charlamine, the dumbass,
speaking to himself
of cold lost memories and what else
belongs to Charlamine, the dumbass,
Imagined golden crown
and his sceptre hanging down
down to dead days, the dumbass,
holding on so tight
won't give in without a fight
so he squeals and so he slaps
runs away until collapse
but King Charlamine, the dumbass
can't be killed so easily,
beneath his burning bodhi tree
he realizes emptiness
so when you swing you always miss,
King Charlamine, the dumbass,
with nothing much to say
so he pours out every day
down the drain of pages white
with a coward's meek delight
its King Charlamine, the dumbass
with his fingers in his ass
dreaming of a loving lass
can't be learned and can't be taught
always sold but never bought
is King Charlamine, the dumbass
pretending not to care
till he weeps and tears his hair,
in the bucket of despair
you will always find him there,
face reflected in the slops
madly laughing till he drops
and fades away....
To return another day
and continue on the reign
of the poor tormented brain

of King Charlamine, the dumbass.

Sunday, 22 December 2013

The Favorite Instrumentals


David Axelrod- Terri's Tune

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HDTYbki8-tg


Lonnie Liston Smith- Desert Nights




Misled Children- Track 2




Stringtronics- Mindbender :Tropicalia





Donkey Kong- Stickerbrush Symphony




Ramsey Lewis- Legacy




Madlib- Fallin




MF Doom- Orris Root Powder




Arthur Verocai- Sylvia




Lonnie Liston Smith- Bridge Through Time




XXYYXX- About You




Mike Oldfield- Ommadawn




Pharaoh Sanders- Freedom




Kool and the Gang- Summer Madness



Bob James- El Verano



Lonnie Liston Smith- Bright Moments



Zero Seven- Polaris



Madlib- Distant Land