posted on May 4, 2011 at 8:56 pm

silent vicious unfathomable

on the road to underwater damascus

i dream of dry land before earth drowned

i access the collective unconscious accidentally one day

although it lies there waiting for you all

down in the bottom of your minds lake

oh i was diving

diving after some illusive thing

holding my breath in that murky descent

gargantuan cavern never penetrated by light

air in my lungs starting to congeal

the blood becomes green

the surface now so far away oh years and years

i am changing i say to the murk

been under under under so long

underwater under hypnosis

i float and drift like pieces of wood

i have forgotten whatever i it was i was chasing

as the depths open up and swallow me whole

inside my wet suit inside my man suit

inside my strong suit

my goggles full of my liquid eyes

my mind full of oceanic lies

neptunes palace in those seas skies

as we fall and rise

as we fall and rise

 

 

17 Responses to “in marine seraglio”

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    Heather daydream | 4 May 2011 at 11:35 pm #

    ..and your photography is gorgeous. It feels like a privilege to be seeing them develop – no pun intended – it is like watching old silver nitrate images revealed in the liquid developer though

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    Anonymous | 5 May 2011 at 12:19 am #

    and then – at the door to a damascun palace lined in pink anemones searching too for their lives — not drowned but adapted and flowing with tides, a sound is heard as a serpent rises from his depths to above to suddenly understand the flow stagnated beneath currents has cost him in love, hidden beneath was a monster until the sun hit his soul and he changed in that moment to a great bird that could fly in the skies

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    Anonymous | 5 May 2011 at 12:33 am #

    i was going to write a ps attached to the last re a vision… a bird’s vision, which is their grace, that is – but the thought isn’t complete and then later would become redundant once found, and everything is eventually found, but sometimes it’s not time… too many notes (still); isn’t that what the king proclaimed?

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    BROKEN TOYS AND HEROS | 5 May 2011 at 1:04 am #

    Excellent opening stanza to the next great Church or solo masterpiece, very descriptive in natural aura. I sense a pre- chorus in “as we fall and rise as we fall and rise”…

    Are you treating us to something special beyond the greatness of your poetry and blogsite, one can only ponder, wonder, wander, and pray…

    AsAlways,
    Darrin K.

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      BROKEN TOYS AND HEROS | 5 May 2011 at 7:40 pm #

      To those who wondered how my second visit to the building, 708 Church st. went yesterday on my ‘ghost hunt’. I found or heard nothing unusual and I explored the entire building. When I decided to give up and head for home I ran in to an elderly gentleman who began the conversation with me. He has been a psychiatrist in his office, in this building for nearly 50 years. And after I reviewed my encounter. With him, he chuckled and said “I wouldn’t share that with to many people, they will think your…crazy” and he began to laugh. Embarrassed – I began to walk away, but he called me back and shared with me some of his encounters on nights he worked late or arrived early in the morning. He recalls ng figures distant down the long hallways and often children laughing in the halls as if they were playing, also late at night. He said that most of the offices are so small that people used to line the hallways waiting for. Ba.ll sorts of medical appointments . But he offered up this advice, to not go looking for anything in the dark like he tried many years ago to no avail. Because one day years later, 2 voices were having a heated conversation outside his office door and he saw shadows thru the tilted glass plane, when he got up from him chair to investigate, there was no one or nothinthere, and as he closed his door back into his office a ‘ voice’ clearly told him to ” mind his own”.

      AsAlways,
      Darrin K.

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    eekie | 5 May 2011 at 2:17 am #

    The blogs over the past several days have been among your best in months. Looks like someone’s mojo is back.

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    Kristine | 5 May 2011 at 4:42 am #

    There are plenty of delights to be had in the shadow city of that subterranean drowned world.

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    Dutchpierre | 5 May 2011 at 8:59 am #

    Reminds me of Alastair Reynolds- a scottish sci fi writer living in Holland
    A man with taste ha

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    Once | 6 May 2011 at 12:27 am #

    Confessing that I had to look up “seraglio”. Well played – fits here. This works on 2 levels for me (although it may not have been intended that way) – as a literal drowning, and also as a metaphor for being submerged in ignorance. Effective & chilling.

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    DavidP | 6 May 2011 at 12:38 am #

    rise up now
    out of blurred subconscious
    moving with direction and purpose
    connecting with the clear collective
    with awakened consciousness
    gain some hip-gnosis
    your mind, ears and eyes full of the truth
    truths no longer invisible & always wanted to see
    beethoven awaits
    with his lightening face
    at the threshold to the temple of music
    in a higher place
    angels can fall
    and demons can rise
    to heavenly skies
    “to a new sunrise”
    “one day – doubtless, cloudless, bright…”
    rise up
    take action
    concerned not with triumph,
    or defeat
    nor earthly death
    but lo, progress is not made in a straight line

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      . | 7 May 2011 at 2:22 am #

      good line…

      “progress is not made in a straight line”

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    davem | 6 May 2011 at 6:26 am #

    I have endured a week without space. It’s suffocating.
    I’m really looking forward to reading your last 3 blogs at my leisure on Saturday.
    Love you.
    x

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    davem | 6 May 2011 at 6:29 am #

    JP is heading your way in May.
    He has a couple of dates at the Opera House.
    I lurve Spiritualized. We have some blighty dates later in the year!

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    Cocoamo | 6 May 2011 at 11:31 am #

    Just glanced over at the Random quote from your Mother…how delightful! Bless your little cotton socks. It’s nice to think of you, peaceful and content rather than a tortured soul. May your kitten stretch, close its little furry eyelids, cuddle against you and purr.

    Your Friend in Pennsylvania
    (Now in Cocoa Beach)

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    Karen | 6 May 2011 at 4:59 pm #

    Loved it
    & got the jackfrost CD ( Thanks) had a quick listen last night need a longer listen later
    been a working on the chain gang
    got to go bake a cake now

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    hellbound heart | 6 May 2011 at 9:35 pm #

    stunning

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    Freddie | 6 May 2011 at 11:18 pm #

    I think I’m going to just stop diving for it and let it find me.


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