First Pass #4, 4 L317

"Write a page in responce to this question: In what significant ways do you think Donne's "The Bait" is similar to Marlowe's "The Passionate Shepherd"? In what significant ways do you think Donne's version differs from Marlowe's?"

From:
Poem lyrics of The Bait by John Donne.

Come live with me, and be my love,
And we will some new pleasures prove
Of golden sands, and crystal brooks,
With silken lines, and silver hooks.

There will the river whispering run
Warm'd by thy eyes, more than the sun;
And there the 'enamour'd fish will stay,
Begging themselves they may betray.

When thou wilt swim in that live bath,
Each fish, which every channel hath,
Will amorously to thee swim,
Gladder to catch thee, than thou him.

If thou, to be so seen, be'st loth,
By sun or moon, thou dark'nest both,
And if myself have leave to see,
I need not their light having thee.

Let others freeze with angling reeds,
And cut their legs with shells and weeds,
Or treacherously poor fish beset,
With strangling snare, or windowy net.

Let coarse bold hands from slimy nest
The bedded fish in banks out-wrest;
Or curious traitors, sleeve-silk flies,
Bewitch poor fishes' wand'ring eyes.

For thee, thou need'st no such deceit,
For thou thyself art thine own bait:
That fish, that is not catch'd thereby,
Alas, is wiser far than I.

From:

The Passionate Shepherd to His Love
Christopher Marlowe

Come live with me and be my love, 
And we will all the pleasures prove 
That valleys, groves, hills, and fields, 
Woods or steepy mountain yields. 

And we will sit upon the rocks, 
Seeing the shepherds feed their flocks, 
By shallow rivers to whose falls 
Melodious birds sing madrigals. 

And I will make thee beds of roses 
And a thousand fragrant posies, 
A cap of flowers, and a kirtle 
Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle; 

A gown made of the finest wool 
Which from our pretty lambs we pull; 
Fair lined slippers for the cold, 
With buckles of th purest gold; 

A belt of straw and ivy buds, 
With coral clasps and amber studs: 
And if these pleasures may thee move, 
Come live with me and be my love. 

The shepherds' swains shall dance and sing 
For thy delight each May morning: 
If these delights thy mind may move, 
Then live with me and be my love.

The Passionate Shepherd to His Love
Christopher Marlowe

On Similarities

When Heart’s snare be set, ‘twould lend ease if Bait
Be placed with care, perched upon a fine thread;
     Enticement to open to Love.
Tales of Nature’s pleasantries given;
A Beautiful Archetype; Mother’s Love
     A simple desire for life lived.
Blooms & grasses, Gifts from sea and mount too,
Chances to ‘all the pleasures prove’
     Dancing life’s ‘valleys, groves, and hills.’
And when fishes swim, eye caught by Light,
Helpless flock, driven near to such a sight,
     By simple radiant Beauty.

 

On Dis-Similarities

One question stands firm. Who be setting Bait?
Driftwood with Christ inside conjures sweet vistas,
     Of Life before the poles be known.
While God’s Gift, rolling hills and valley, sits
Awestruck, caught by Eve’s enchanting Beauty;
     Her fair hair and eye, the True Bait.
Mr. Marlow’s will may well be fruitful
So too Donne’s open embrace of Goddess
     The inherent dichotomy.
Whether Ying or Yang moves the first chess piece,
There be only One Desire, behold;
     Eternal Bliss; Divine Union.

 

From:

A Love Song from Beyond

OH! My Dulcet Darling, what Love!
In your eye, the Brightest Star Shines,
through your smile, the Radiant Moon.
OH! To gaze at such Beauty!!

When close to you, a spark doth break,
the air's no match for our Love Charge.
In our Union, the All in One!
OH! Your Glory brings tears of Joy!

With you around, The World seems to Be
So much Warmer and Free; just See
Your touch, What Bliss, sends the mind off
Ecstacy no lozenge hopes to match.

When two as One come together
A meeting of the Sky and Sea
Earthly spaciousness unbounded
This Life Gift, a bridge 'tween the poles.

Upon your leaving, my Beloved One,
The Heart sheds a single tear; OH!
A Pang! And at ONcE a Blesing;
Our Love, next time, that much stronger!


&



Shiva to Devi

Come, Dear Devi, and be my Love
And in Eden We shall reside
Shepherd & Staff & Flock in One
All pleasures consumed in our Bliss

When temp split doth grace entwined path
Lovers set adrift in the Sea
Their only guard, a memory
Though apart, treading the same Ground

Then ONcE more, Your blessed face is seen
And our Heart again beats as One
One Soul, two forms, a Love between
Not just ours, but for All we meet

So, Radiant Beauty, come, yes
Come too Your Love & let's be free
OH! We'll groove to Eternity,
'Till nothing's left of 'you' & 'me'

rumaging through Writings

<>
Under the wing of an Angel
Flutters the hymns of Peace & Love
Never before so strong!
Helpless to resist; Pushed upon a wave
Action according to Heart
Thought frozen & waiting

Apon the wing of an Angel
Joy flows so free-
Ever after, Love will Live!
Eager to accept, flying among Stars
Action according to...
Thought free & willing





<>
THis memory of you
of that Love that was ours
of your face after dark
Laying so close to mine
holds both Now
Suspended
Salvation
& @ ONcE
Despair

The choice is ours
Walking the line
will it be Light Now?
or a retrace trought the dark?

This Memory of you
Well, it's a door
I've thrown it wide to the Sun!!
Shinning & so full of Energy!!
It fills & sustains me,
'Till I See Your Blessed face once more
& we transcend all convention
Lifted in Love
Too Bask in Rays of Glory.



<>
Upon emergence
From a Deep Hole
A Long Slumbering Climb
Out of Darkness,
I found You
An Angel from above
to free my Spirit.
You came calling
pulling me to the World,
And with Y/Our Love
I Awake
Too Eternity.


<>
Look into differences
One thinks as a distance between
you & me
a vine or a tree
a bird or a bee
Just Look & See
That which Flows,
Uniting all those,
A Oneness beyond time
So too, the divided mind



<>

Too himSelf

Existential carousel spins,
Gazing at Donne's Trees while sitting in Dunn's Wood
Wrapped in a metaphysical
Double vision; Gracious, Gracious indeed!!
Multiple One?

When a Heart enthralled, calls on the Love of the Ages; Unexpected results.
Quote'th Donne: "Perfection is in unity:" Pan-amore and OneLove?
Mind boggleing

























Focus your sight, and remove all filters
Mind distorts 'till turned to unity
Deny ego
LOVE
Share your gifts with joy
Seek growth; expand
Forever; where
Time becomes still.
This is the end of man
Basking in LIGHT, Bliss for Eternity

Babe of the East,
EyE wide to the Sun,
Venture too the Bright Shore,
Illuminati Educata.
But who has the Love
too venture too the darkest depths?
Earth's Stomata,
Thrown Wide to the Sky!
BREATH- BREATH- BREATH-

an alienmail from mesa momsa

YOU KNOW YOU ARE LIVING IN 2008 when...

1. You accidentally enter your password on the microwave.

2. You haven't played Solitaire with real cards in years.

3. You have a list of 15 phone numbers to reach your family of 3.

4. You e-mail the person who works at the desk next to you.

5. Your reason for not staying in touch with friends and family is that they don't have e-mail addresses.

6. You pull up in your own driveway and use your cell phone to see if anyone is home to help you carry in the groceries.

7. Every commercial on television has a web site at the bottom of the screen.

8. Leaving the house without your cell phone, which you didn't have the first 20 or 30 (or 60) years of your life, is now a cause for panic and you turn around to go and get it.

10. You get up in the morning and go on line before getting your coffee.

11. You start tilting your head sideways to smile. : )

12 You're reading this and nodding and laughing.

13. Even worse, you know exactly to whom you are going to forward this message.

14. You are too busy to notice there was no #9 on this list.

15. You actually scrolled back up to check that there wasn't a #9 on this list

AND NOW YOU ARE LAUGHING at yourself.

Go on, forward this to your friends. You know you want to.

Fuel to Feed the Fire & Water to Keep it in Che-queue

"Compare Donne's rendition of Ovid's Amores in 'Elegy XIX' with Marlowe's translation. In what ways are the two versions similar? In what ways are they different?"


From:

ELEGY XIX.

TO HIS MISTRESS GOING TO BED

By John Donne

Come, madam, come, all rest my powers defy,

Until I labor, I in labor lie.

The foe oft-times having the foe in sight,

Is tired with standing though he never fight.

Off with that girdle, like heaven's zone glistering,

But a far fairer world encompassing.

Unpin that spangled breastplate which you wear,

That th' eyes of busy fools may be stopped there.

Unlace yourself, for that harmonious chime

Tells me from you that now it is bed time.

Off with that happy busk, which I envy,

That still can be, and still can stand so nigh.

Your gown, going off, such beauteous state reveals,

as when from flowry meads th' hill's shadow steals.

Off with that wiry coronet and show

The hairy diadem which on you doth grow:

Now off with those shoes, and then safely tread

In this love's hallowed temple, this soft bed.

In such white robes, heaven's angels used to be

Received by men; thou, Angel, bring'st with thee

A heaven like Mahomet's Paradise; and though

Ill spirits walk in white, we easily know

By this these angels from an evil sprite:

Those set our hairs on end, but these our flesh upright.

License my roving hands, and let them go

Before, behind, between, above, below.

O my America! my new-found-land,

My kingdom, safeliest when with one man manned,

My mine of precious stones, my empery,

How blest am I in this discovering thee!

To enter in these bonds is to be free;

Then where my hand is set, my seal shall be.

Full nakedness! All joys are due to thee,

As souls unbodied, bodies unclothed must be

To taste whole joys. Gems which you women use

Are like Atlanta's balls, cast in men's views,

That when a fool's eye lighteth on a gem,

His earthly soul may covet theirs, not them.

Like pictures, or like books' gay coverings made

For lay-men, are all women thus arrayed;

Themselves are mystic books, which only we

(Whom their imputed grace will dignify)

Must see revealed. Then, since that I may know,

As liberally as to a midwife, show

Thyself: cast all, yea, this white linen hence,

There is no penance due to innocence.

To teach thee, I am naked first; why than,

what needst thou have more covering than a man?

1669

From:


In summers heate and mid-time of the day
To rest my limbes upon a bed I lay,
One window shut, the other open stood,
Which gave such light as twinkles in a wood,
Like twilight glimpse at setting of the Sunne,
Or night being past, and yet not day begunne.
Such light to shamefast maidens must be showne,
Where they may sport, and seeme to be unknowne.
Then came Corinna in a long loose gowne,
Her white neck hid with tresses hanging downe,
Resembling fayre Semiramis going to bed,
Or Layis of a thousand lovers sped.
I snatcht her gowne: being thin, the harme was small,
Yet strived she to be covered therewithall.
And striving thus as one that would be cast,
Betrayde her selfe, and yeelded at the last.
Starke naked as she stood before mine eye,
Not one wen in her body could I spie.
What armes and shoulders did I touch and see,
How apt her breasts were to be prest by me.
How smooth a belly under her wast saw I,
How large a legge, and what a lustie thigh?
To leave the rest, all liked me passing well,
I clinged her naked body, downe she fell,
Judge you the rest, being tirde she bad me kisse;
Jove send me more such after-noones as this.

written before 1593
printed posthumously c.1602

to follow:

 

On Similarity

Two striking examples of amore,
                Love, not season bound.
Two enamored hearts seek a respite fine,
                to "in labor lie."
The Sun offers much Light, so too in Night,
                the Radiant Moon;
'Such Light to maidens must be shown.'
When man be wooed, to woo, to will he do
                go, fore search for Love;
Like wise gardener, preparing a Spring bed,
                that bloom'd May be sped;
'Unsheathe yourSelf, Dear Seed, and show your glow,
                that I long to Know.
Why stay hid in subterrain home?
Come, Come, Come, The Day is calling,
                let modesty fall;
And show yourSelf to me Dear Flower, OH!
                Your Beauty, it shines!'
Two Lovers, to two Lovers, imbue Love
                with word, eye, and hand.
"To leave the rest, all liked me well"

 

to flow-ow:

On Dis-Similarity

Will be well, and will seen in multiform
                swells from a deep well.
Marlow's will, overt street dances, brings Joy,
                but needs slight of hand.
For Citadel sieged draws bridge withdrawing,
                no entry for brute;
Tho she may be fighting, stays mute.
Untempered will mars and lowers fine Love;
                Love, a two way street.
'On the other hand,' nay, just hair breadth gone,
                sits and woos True Love.
Be a Bird free on the wing, yet flown Home
                to lay in Love's nest,
less Beautiful than One that's caught?
Seems to me 'tis only more Beautiful,
                Freedom Her Halo.
Donne's will may well lead to the same fast goal,
                but left to mind's EyE.
Does polar or equator Love bring
                more Happiness True?
Mark: Season and Eternity

B300labquestions4

 

“What is the relationship between plesiomorphic and apomorphic conditions?”

1)      As a lineage develops, characteristics are passed down from previous generations, called plesiomorphic or ancestral traits, which act as the basis for novel mutations called apomorphic or derived characteristics.

 

“What is the relationship between ingroup and outgroup?”

 

2)      When performing cladistic investigations, a primary group of organisms is studied; these are referred to as the ingroup of the study. As a comparative measurement, paraphyletic group(s) are also studied; these are referred to as the outgroup of the study.

 

“What is the relationship between character and character states?”

 

3)      A character is some identifying trait, a morphological feature, of an organism or group of organisms. Character states refer to the totality of homologous/analogous characters present in a population.

 

“What is the relationship between homology and homoplasy?”

 

4)      Similar to plesiomorphy and apomorphy, homology refers to shared trait(s) among an ingroup that was/were part of the lineages development. Homoplasy, then, points to traits that, while similar, develop independently between two, or more, ingroups.

 

“What is a transformation series?”

 

5)      A transformation series is, basically, a cladogram. It attempts to systematize the evolutionary process in a linear, time based, fashion, showing the relationship between ancestral and derived traits.

 

“What is the primary procedure for determining the polarity of character states?”

 

6)      The primary procedure for determining polarity is comparing ingroup traits to those of a paraphyletic outgroup.

 

“What is a character x taxon matrix?”

 

7)      These matrices help determine phylogeny. They list several traits applicable to the in and out groups, i.e. vascular configuration, stem and leaf development, etc. They then list the morphological state demonstrated by each of the taxa being studied. They help develop the most parsimonious cladogram.

             the first from a new string via mesa momsa:


4, 8, 14, 6, 2, 9, 11, 7, 13, 5



(4)                        Oligo String

(8)       A sitting silence; the chair spins
(14)    EyE spy a cluster funk of objects; friendship with chaos.
(6)      What is an 'A' upside down?
(2)      gnikaB
(9)      adoS; And hammer headstands, what Fun!
(11)   A blinking Light says: 'Data in, Data send'
(7)      Waves bouncing abouncing, yeah
(13)   From Mercury cork-screw-ed in the socket; Fluorescence
(5)      What does it All mean?

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Too Dear Mother

Dear Mother, Maker of this Birth:
  So much Love for a wee little seed; 'Let it Grow' you said,
   Your Warm Heart, a sappling fed;
   What Love!
      A fall sprout suckl'd on Gaia's Fount'
   Absorbing Rays and Rains Given from without
    Your sap, watch him grow; branching
  All ways; pan-foliate. let me be your Silverstein
    Tree Love, from Gaia

Love, all words fail me.
left to swirl, twirl, Fly Free, yeah?
A Harvest of Stars

Consumed By Light

(Sunset Love)


Walking among Giants
I marvel at your splender,
Balance and Beauty,
Infinite Cycles,
Repeat, spinning, Repeat, Together.
Your Power calls me
Draws my EyE to the Expanse Above;
Connecting, eye See Y/Our Heart
Mighty and True
Light Expanding
expanding
Expanding

Walking among Giants
EyE found Y/Our Heart,
Rays of Love and Power
Flowing to the Center
Light EXpanding, EXPanding,
LIGHT EXPANDING...
Your Breath sweeps over;
Consumed by Bliss
Consumed by Light

Indian Summer, the ice melts;
A frozen Heart bursts forth in Spring's Bounty.
The Sun Sends down Loving Rays,
And warm winds blow from tropical Seas;
A Centric Jungle.
The Cycle Spins,
and the young buds poke out their heads,
and Smile;
Eve' tho Frost may come, Bliss Now.

i find myself at a resting spot on the road to essay-dom, so i'll take some time and post the as it is now here.

The assignment is

"Based upon our study of Jonson and Herrick, what would you argue to be the fundemental features of early seventeenth-century British poetry?"

The source material is the assigned text: Seventeenth-Century British Poetry, 1603-1660 (Norton Critical Edition) 

[the linked version of Herrick's Pillar of Fame doesn't include the two lines that illustrated the referenced point, the missing lines being: "To his book's end this last line he'd have placed: Jocund his Muse was; but his life was chaste."  ] (how seemingly a-typically of Monsieur Herrick)

... anyway;

please feel free to critique


here goes...

The early seventeenth-century was an epoch of extensive and dramatic change in consciousness and culture, and the British poets of that era (as in all others) worked to channel the cosmic flux and trans-morph it into brilliant black & white paintings. Although these wordsmith artists’ pallet was quite diverse in both shade and hue; ranging from Herrick’s lily whites and rose reds,[1] to Jonson’s Earthy tones of brown and green;[2] ‘twould be too great a task to summarize all here and now, so three I’ll focus on, and with them in hand, proposition thee. I hold that:  Classical forms, metaphysicality, and a hunger to live life at the highest peaks possible, were the foremost influences on the late Renaissance poets.

Classical Form:

                Someone once said ‘the stairway to heaven is built of luminescent blocks of wood’ or something like that, I can’t say for sure; but the ‘neo-classical’ poets of our era of study seem, to me, to be applying for the post of divine carpenter; their resume being a long list of light inspired, and heavily read, creative endeavors.[3]^,[4],[5]

                Jonson calls us back to Dante’s blueprintist, Master Virgil, with his focused attention on conformity to conventional edicts and advice.[6] He seems to be playing the role of cartographer; sailing the social seas, stopping to build the occasional light house, and drawing his best interpretation of the bright path.

                Herrick, rather antithetically, extolled the carefree, Ovidian, lusty wantonness of the Greek and Roman elite; awash in Bacchus’ beatific vision[7] and inspired to capture the moment in Pindarcan splendor, if not refined by Elizabethan modesty[8]. These two poets appear to exemplify Aristotleian dualism, which may lead one to perceive the path as forked, or, if united, of two directions; but I hold that this would be to err in deduction. If we travel back in Greek history (or for that matter, Indian history) nigh fifty years before Plato’s coming, we may find Sophia’s Love manifest as a unidirectional, unified yellow brick road.

                While I see Jonson and Herrick as self opposed swashbucklers; in the shadows, Donne sits in Lady Anne’s anti-chamber reading Heraclitus, exploring the cycle of thesis/antithesis-synthesis.[9]

 

Metaphysicality:

The turn of the sixteenth into the seventeenth century saw a resurgence of interest in the metaphysical and mystical study of life via internal dialogue and meditative practice. I find the introduction to these bards presented in class rather interesting; that of a dichotomous branching tree grown from a deep Spencerian root; bearing branches of neo-classical and metaphysical study. Well, if this be so, are the leaves born of one branch contrary to those of the other? I would argue that the wooden edifice of seventeenth century mysticism is more accurately described as dialectical, rather than dichotomatic.

                Let us look to our friend, the nine volt battery, for a bit of elaboration. That splendid mixture of chemistry and ingenuity plays host to two posts; one we’ll call plus, the other naught. Now, both hold a charge, and a desire to realize their potential, but some gap resists their union. Then a hand, wise to both construction and application techniques, builds a conductive bridge between the poles, and a spark is had. As I see it, Herrick is the plus, Jonson is the naught, Donne is the hand, and Divine Union, the spark. Raunchy Robert filled himself with all the Joy and pleasure he could; tying ribbons,[10] calling out the youth to play,[11] to seize the day,[12] and to celebrate those that came before;[13] Bereft Ben emptied himself of ‘lower’ substance in the hopes of divine in-flow;[14]^,[15] and Jovial John gathered wire[16] after wire[17] after wire;[18] each a golden filament. So, as the plus calls the naught,[19]^,[20],[21] the naught calls electricians,[22]^,[23] and the hand sings the praises of the spark.[24]^,[25]

Living as Mountaineers:

                It seems that these cunning linguists had all donned their ice picks and carabiners for a journeying up the luminous mount. When browsing for a hand-hold to aid this metaphor, it helps to remember that the words and works people use and create don’t, necessarily, represent the internal stimulating state of affairs. For instance: Master Jonson, it seems, would like us to view him as a humble, renounced, saintly figure. Though humble and angelic, I feel that Jonson was simply a lover for whom words failed to describe his love;[26] and when words fail the poet, they’re left to do what can be done.[27] Herrick, too, may have been as good a play actor as any of Shakespeare’s compatriots.[28]

                So, as with all mountaineering expeditions, there are many routes one can take to the summit, but regardless of the pitch of assent, and the number of bends traversed, there seems to be only one end (beginning?); where Earth meets Sky. I’ve not climbed any mountains, Everest, K2, and the like, but it seems to me that trips to the summit oft start in the fertile valley; where flocks are tended by alert eyes, and flowers fill the spring air with ambrosial fragrances[29]. And then, depending on the angle of reflection and the amount of refraction within the diversely cut prisms, different accounts are communicated when the party sojourns back at base camp.[30]^,[31],[32]

                If Love (though sometimes bitter[33]) brings feelings of being on top of the world, and the shadow of the valley brings fear of winter starvation; where then is the blest place to build house and home? Jonson seems to have chosen the pub and play-house, quietly enjoying the delights of the orchard,[34] and bravely transcending personal strife,[35]^,[36] all the while trying to live the adage: ‘the pen is mightier than the sword’ with biting satire no dog could match. [37] Maybe though, wishing he had packed more afternoon high-land picnics.[38]  Then there’s Herrick; what a fellow! He keeps one guessing, that’s for sure![39]^,[40],[41] He seems to have been more a cragsman in his youth,[42] familiar with many peaks[43] but more inclined to retire a country farmer[44] (with his wife?); comfortable in the shade of  trees grown in ages past.[45]

Back to the Future!!  WOWO,
back from the 1600's and the flux capacitor is still...well, doing what ever flux capacitors do i suppose...(fluxing?)

HAHHAHAHHHA

oohhhh...

anywhos..

sitting in the forest there came the Song of an Eagle;
a quiet 'EeEEAk-EEE...EEeeEaK-EEaE' 
which i took to mean 'You've been tagged'

:-)


it says not to tag those that have been tagged; but, given the scale to which this is flow-ting around, that is rendered rather...

...but here goes...

Eva  Adrianus   traswxyz  david1976 

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QUESTIONS:
What is your idea of perfect happiness?
What is your greatest fear?
Which historical figure do you most identify with?
Which living person do you most admire?
What is the trait you most deplore in yourself?
What is the trait you most deplore in others?
What is your greatest extravagance?
What is your favorite journey?
What do you consider the most overrated virtue?
On what occasion do you lie?
Which living person do you most despise?
Which words or phrases do you most overuse?
What is your greatest regret?
What or who is the greatest love of your life?
Which talent would you most like to have?
What is your current state of mind?
If you could change one thing about your family, what would it be?
What do you consider your greatest achievement?
If you were to die and come back as a person or thing, what do you think it would be?
If you could choose what to come back as, what would it be?
What is your most treasured possession?
What do you regard as the lowest depth of misery?
Where would you like to live?
What is your favorite occupation?
What is your most marked characteristic?
What is the quality you most like in a man?
What is the quality you most like in a woman?
What do you most value in your friends?
Who are your favorite writers?
Who are your heroes in real life?
What are your favorite names?
What is it that you most dislike?
How would you like to die?
What is your motto?

but Here & Now is relaxing time, so answers to come shortly enough




:-)

tho 'separated' by vast distances
cultures springing not far divergent in the flux,
send messages down the ages
writ in stone and potted hue
telling of the rising tide
the swollowing sea
a flood
of Co-  ...um -Mmm-  -Passion




"And to wait for a flood

Is to wait for life"







oooooooooooooooooooooooooooohhhhh...........





to drink of...






im racing the gazelles

silly gazelles, they'll tire if they keep running like that--

or,

fast and steady?

whatcha think Yertle?




AHAHAHAHAHAH!!! 

:-)

ek nibandhi janmadin upahAr se mera mitron


I can't free myself of the suspicion
for your motives on your mission
some people live for the rules
I live for exceptions
can't take part in the deception
but I know just how it feels
to wanna blow the world away
just to get to what is real
it won't work cuz
everybody grinds to a halt now and then
everybody's game gets salt then again
no matter what the papers say, they're normal as they come
bodyguards, ball of wax, the hide behind the gun
they get a panic pulse when they are so far from home
to me that is the reason to continue to roam
exhilaration mix with the people skunk blazing
checking out the shows that are sadly unamazing

Hostile apostle, who are you following
negative energy that you're swallowing
some coked out malcontent
who's soul is up for rent
victim of lost soul, hostile apostle

Unlimited in time and space and nearest universal
light is what we're reachin for, it's not rehearsal
follow this around, follow this hustle
makin use of everything, movin' all your muscle

Angry human leads impressionable boy
to skulls and piercings and will to destroy
all of your heroes speak nothing to me
one emotion, one tempo, and no real feeling

In this field we are the presence of the thoughts you're missin'
keepin' positive intact from all the people dissin'
open your eyes, look at who you're kissin'
if you can't hear it people, just listen

Hostile apostle, who are you following
negative energy that you're swallowing
some coked out malcontent
who's soul is up for rent
victim of lost soul, hostile apostle

Angry human leads impressionable boy
to skulls and piercings and will to destroy
all of your heroes speak nothing to me
you don't have to be a prick just to be heavy

Chaingin' all the time we changin' all the same
change in this life and this eternal flame
warm in the sun, refresh in the breeze
glow in the stars, blossom in the trees
livin' through life in infinite extent
spread undivided, operate unspent
no high, no low, no great, no small
build and bound, connect and equal all

czech it out


moose be a blessing!!!


hmmmm....


<thinking 'bout phytochromes dancing in the sunlight>