posted on September 29, 2010 at 9:21 pm

the age of reason

aurora what you doing here…..?

washed up on a faraway beach

lady, is this illyria?

the random nature of our thoughts

clusters of ideas occur

i lived thru biblical times

the procession of kings

a heralding of hollywood trumpets

keep on rocking me ptolemy

when i first heard some of my music

reminds me of my hometown

the deserts the oases the pounding headaches

night

stars burn cold beneath the glass

3 kings of orient R

prophets seers and sages

dont forget mages

sons of amazing queens

the sons of enchantresses

the scion of intellectual privelege

following yonder star

in the tent of a remarkable man

by the shores of the deadest sea

under a pink pink pink moon

love speaks again in winged words like little birds

the women approach

the men in prayer

the crew set up the gear

fender scimitar

i am a dark face in a sandstorm

the kings favourite concubine is tall and white

with rings on her fingers with bells on her toes

yeah we smoke opiated hashish as the evening cools

i drift on the currents of vivid brittle dreams

the plains are flooded by the sound of sweet feedback

the tribes exodus to the sound of rock operas

daniel in the lions den of iniquity

man the angel wants to free

the seraphic music those strange otherworldly sounds

the angel appears in a burst of silver gloria

nebuchanezzar  walks to work

imagine his spring day in babylonia

imagine the ziggurats the gardens

those temple whores n priestesses

imagine his fancy coiled beard

imagine the women he’s fucking dating

imagine his alien imagination

bad dreams though

what does it all mean?

what do all these kings dream of symbolism?

christ comes forth with aphrodite on his arm

he is such a handsome cat what a heartthrob

in his robes of love

with his les paul miracle

with his resurrection shuffle

on the sea of galilee

his own private junk from china

languid in a decked out cabin

his i-box is pumping bolan n beethoven

the bass throbs through my keel

my sail fills

my anchor away

my english fields like a gentle sea

john paul george and judas

the gig in joppa

jesus he sure can sing

a choir begins in the sky

a churning swirling organ grinds under the voices

the disc on tent

lose consciousness

i dissipate in the ether

music from the sinking titanic lingers in the icy air

herod nods beneath the palms holds poor baby in his arms

the monarch is all out of it

sleepiness sets in

a haze fills the far east

sacrifice in the wilderness

a fork in the knives

thigh will be done as art in heaven

hands slide down your stomach

a ram caught in a thicket the stupid thing

we were supposed to be on ten minutes ago

we wander instead for centuries

9 Responses to “shutter speed the bleeding leaves”

  1. avatar
    Karen | 29 September 2010 at 10:30 pm #

    love it
    may I splather
    no words can decribe those words

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    BROKEN TOYS AND HEROS | 29 September 2010 at 11:38 pm #

    SK-

    Any reference or quotes from P=A makes my everyday. Oh how i wish i could pick ur mind for a bit about all that is P=A. from NCA,i get a glimpse of what was ocuring during that significant time period, what i call the “end into a new beginning” for the church. No1 or nothing comes close musically, spiritually, or hypnotically to that masterpiece. It is the Wall, the White Album, Joshua Tree, and so forth. I can only thank u and ur mates- one million thanks, for composing the masterpiece of my ( and probably so many other followers ) life to experience at any time of my/our choice. Hell- im putting it on right now just so my little princess,Kristina, will smile and sing “u r a pair of socks to me” and than she giggles because she now is in on the joke that its PARADOX !!!!! than she says to me-“Again daddy”, look at my avatar- how can u say no to that smile?

    Have a Great Day !!!!
    As Always,
    BrokenToysAndHeros
    Darrin K.

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    evilren | 30 September 2010 at 1:34 am #

    man, this is so otherworldly. I remember in my writing class in college we
    would elaborate on each other’s prose, but sometimes, ya know, I just wanted
    to go with the flow and leave something good alone; I will do that here. The
    minutes become centuries.

  4. avatar
    andy | 30 September 2010 at 2:46 am #

    oh yeah….andy likes this one!

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    Tanya | 30 September 2010 at 5:32 am #

    Thigh will be done as art in heaven…such humour! The Beatles in the bible….cool, amusing! Interesting prev comment on your neck – good observation – yours is not the neck of a 56 yr old; must be all that pure living & organic faire 🙂

  6. avatar
    Jonny Hollywood | 30 September 2010 at 5:59 am #

    more like a heralding of jonny hollywood’s trumpets, it’s all in my mind…

  7. avatar
    hellbound heart | 30 September 2010 at 7:18 am #

    i had sensory illusions of sandalwood, myrrh, rose oil, musk………heady and intoxicating…..

    love always……

  8. avatar
    princey | 30 September 2010 at 8:07 pm #

    Me like very much, and haircut too 🙂

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    ethereal butterfly | 30 September 2010 at 9:25 pm #

    Oh my… I do love it when you have references to sailing… Happydaze


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