posted on May 2, 2012 at 9:51 pm

a raven arrived with scraps of food for him twice a day

either time or fire will consume us

driven by some insane god to this mountain top

hounded day and night by my thundering head

wondering what became of my people so far ago

je-hovah don’t care about a harem n drugs man

the chosen ones got no choice but to fuckin’ rejoice man

meanwhile a slave from knossus fucked w’ the bosses bigtime

he stuck in his trident and pulled out a devil

he threw in his net ….oh…. did he catch a fish!?

baby i’m sorry i been out crush in empires

the pyres are burning n turning men into white ash

i had a dream to conquer some etruscan town

turned out it was just a dream and my luck ran out

there was no one left aground

there was nothing to be found

all the mounds became one big mound

but the voice that rages in my mind

demands the hands of all the fans of egyptian Ra

my marble floor is cold upon your hands and knees

but deep in your bower i have relinquished all power he agrees

my skin is like paper it tells all of the stories of all of my days

i have fought against the fiends who worship Tash

who is like a giant rotting vulture

or the child swallowing monster that is Aberron

but what was i saying?

a thousand voices proffer a thousand lines

my hold on the lord surely golden but my head disinclines

i knew a charioteer who had no fear now he’s got no frontier

and that boy from thrace with the pretty face ..god put ‘im in ‘is place

and charlemagne proud n vain a real frankish king

fighting for christ but christ wanted peace …what a stupid frankish thing…!

oh my baby i must catch a train to bethlehem alaska

i must fly by swan to thebes nebraska

didn’t i meet you once in tyrus omaha ?

i was selling snakes to pharaoh n you were workin’ behind a bar

i said i didn’t know you as we’re introduced afar

its raining softly in the promised land

threats and promises look the same from where i’m watching

high on this rock above the red seas

how the dead seize upon my shades children shaken me down

now i fume and i rant to the plants and the spume

i am heston turned and then redouble burns

satan you mother now look what you done

coming along and inventing your fun

and your fun is not good no

no your fun is no good

give me a wish then or plague me no longer

the sea is my baby now she would receive me with joy

hell i’m just a lonely prophet boy





22 Responses to “‘e lied ya…!”

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    Scott Coan | 2 May 2012 at 10:42 pm #

    Allegories of ancient history superimposed over the American frontier where mountains meet the seas. Man, I think it’s time to come down.

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    Melissa Geriah | 2 May 2012 at 10:43 pm #

    Love this one.

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    colette | 2 May 2012 at 11:17 pm #

    Maths I can’t do: mother+fun=? (a, good; b, bad; c, don’t know; d, a wish or three). Can anthropology explain things? ‘Playfulness in animals is a sign of intelligence’.But they forgot to mention that intelligence can equal loneliness therefore intelligence is tapped again and again in search of playmate unless by then it’s sapped. My simple reply, Elijah,may he rain down upon dew.

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    Chris | 2 May 2012 at 11:21 pm #

    The Raven is my totem….hmmm….yeah, the prophets were lonely at times…

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    Childerici regis | 2 May 2012 at 11:25 pm #

    But then, Charlemagne’s daddy was a usurping bastard. Ok, I know he got the pope to say he should be made king in place of the actual, Merovingian, king – but what’s it got to do with the pope? Clovis, Merovingian king of the Franks in the 5th and 6th centuries & an out n out bad bastard certainly wouldn’t have let himself be deposed by the pope. And if Charlemagne’s pappy should never have been king, none of the Carolingians should’ve been king. And I always found it weird how Charlemagne didn’t want his adult daughters to leave home…

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    Chris | 2 May 2012 at 11:26 pm #

    God said to the Raven,’Feed that paisley-minded dude, Elijah, and curse him with too much compassion and too much insight.’

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    Adam | 2 May 2012 at 11:43 pm #

    Nice shot, SK.

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    Chris | 2 May 2012 at 11:46 pm #


    Swirling font of salty balm
    Sea of tears of joy
    Stinging bath of cleansing delight
    Source and origin of life
    Stealer of souls
    We contemplate its expanse
    In fear
    And longing…

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    BROKEN TOYS AND HEROS | 3 May 2012 at 12:16 am #

    Excellent Excellent Excellent !!!!!


  10. avatar
    Boriah | 3 May 2012 at 4:18 am #

    Elijah Wood!!!!
    Cheers over and over.

  11. avatar
    Steven Krut | 3 May 2012 at 3:00 pm #

    That’s a really good photo.

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    Chris | 3 May 2012 at 4:05 pm #

    ‘The Time Being is, in a sense, the most trying time of all.’ W.H. Auden

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    Chris | 3 May 2012 at 4:06 pm #

    ‘Therefore, see without looking, hear without listening,
    breathe without asking:
    The Inevitable is what will seem to happen to you purely by chance;
    The Real is what will strike you as really absurd;
    Unless you are certain you are dreaming,
    it is certainly a dream of your own;
    Unless you exclaim — “There must be some mistake” —
    you must be mistaken.

    W.H. Auden

  14. avatar
    Once | 4 May 2012 at 4:18 am #

    “Sunday nights are a darkened pit of insomnia, nervousness, heartburn, nausea, fear and regret. Every single week. Come to think of it, weeknights have now become this as well.

    Not last night, though. I slept well, and had happy dreams. Family and friends around me, singing. Soaring over impossibly blue oceans with the brightest white swells. Taking up arms in the mud of society, and clearing riots by way of explanation. Giving blood for firemen. Encouraging children and hugging kittens. Skiing through snowy streets in black and white, ensuring that homes are safe.

    These are the things I care about.

    In the wee hours of the morning, I dreamed that I knew a boy whose thoughts could be read. He’d float to the ceiling at night, and the thoughts would appear (in red) on a white wall, in cursive, difficult to read. At first I thought he must be possessed by a demon, but when I slowed down the scroll of words, and read them, I realized he was merely confused, unsure, and had a lot of love inside. I had to stop my own thoughts from appearing after that. I’d learned how to think out loud, but I didn’t think others would understand.”

    Me – from my article in progress…

    Work has turned bad, but I soldier on…

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    Chris | 4 May 2012 at 6:11 pm #

    Just read an article where you once came off stage, spat out some chewing gum…and 2 people rushed to pick it up and souvenir it….fame must be surreal some times!

  16. avatar
    Anonymous | 7 May 2012 at 5:13 pm #

    Poetry is the language in which man explores his own amazement. ~Christopher Fry

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    Chris | 18 May 2012 at 11:59 am #

    It’s a weird thing…this life…this Time Being. I have tried to learn to live well for the past 53 years, and now I find myself trying to learn how to die well when it comes. ‘The examined life’ I suppose…’The Time Being’ is helping me in this important journey…thanks, Steve.

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    Chris | 19 June 2012 at 12:12 am #

    It’s a razor in the mind
    It’s a virus in the heart
    It’s a thorn in the side
    It’s a flaw in the glass
    It’s a nightmare in the day
    It’s a cold dream at night
    It’s a spear through the memory
    It’s a cloud out of sight
    It’s a still small voice
    It’s a scream and a shout
    It’s a madness that infects
    It’s an illness in part
    It’s a joy beyond measure
    It’s a sadness that bites
    It’s an all or nothing choice
    It’s a puzzle…a fright
    It’s you and it’s me
    It’s all those before
    It’s the truth
    It is love
    It’s the whole
    It’s the score
    It’s the music of the spheres
    It’s the cosmic connection
    It’s the heart of the matter
    It’s bold revelation
    It’s the ground of all being
    It’s the omega benediction.

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