Saturday, November 22, 2008
Backround...
Ok, I'm gonna give a little bit of backround on
Dreamsongs. It all started in 1986 when I met
a guy named Skatz and started a band....
Reign is another thing altogether, but out of
it I began to write what I called lyrical ballads,
(yeah someone else thought up the term before
me, but I didn't know that...) I then started just
calling them all Dreamsongs....
Passages began with the discovery of the band
Rush by me in 1986, and I wrote the title piece
(as it would become first....) The poem itself does
not appear for quite awhile. Out of that one poem
Passages, came the whole Book, then two, then
three then seven.....all tied together by my life
experiences.....
I was heavy into drugs and alcohol back then,
and living in someone's basement and jobless,
smoking cigarettes (i quit those things!) and
drinking 2 liter bottles of coke.
While writing these poems, I wrote a rock
opera for Reign, which we played all around
Long Island....
Anyway, it is almost twenty years later, and
out of the rock opera has come a series of books
and these dreamsongs...
This was ME in 1990, all I felt, went through
in the past, and thought of for the future, It was
a bleak, terrifying view of the world, and I have
only survived by the skin of my teeth and the
mighty hand of God....
There is more to come....much, much, more.
Dreamsongs. It all started in 1986 when I met
a guy named Skatz and started a band....
Reign is another thing altogether, but out of
it I began to write what I called lyrical ballads,
(yeah someone else thought up the term before
me, but I didn't know that...) I then started just
calling them all Dreamsongs....
Passages began with the discovery of the band
Rush by me in 1986, and I wrote the title piece
(as it would become first....) The poem itself does
not appear for quite awhile. Out of that one poem
Passages, came the whole Book, then two, then
three then seven.....all tied together by my life
experiences.....
I was heavy into drugs and alcohol back then,
and living in someone's basement and jobless,
smoking cigarettes (i quit those things!) and
drinking 2 liter bottles of coke.
While writing these poems, I wrote a rock
opera for Reign, which we played all around
Long Island....
Anyway, it is almost twenty years later, and
out of the rock opera has come a series of books
and these dreamsongs...
This was ME in 1990, all I felt, went through
in the past, and thought of for the future, It was
a bleak, terrifying view of the world, and I have
only survived by the skin of my teeth and the
mighty hand of God....
There is more to come....much, much, more.
(Passages:Part III) First Passage
i. symptoms
There are wounds that
never need an explanation,
borne in time till
dawn comes to illumination.
Naked feelings given over
to blanket ridicule;
playing cat and mouse
with some poor dreaming fool.
And those scattered feelings
give me no precendent
to acknowledge what’s
inside my head.
Reality swears
I didn’t hallucinate!
Can anybody love me
or is it a bit too late?
Do you suppose there
is any consolation in a world
that drives us to so much isolation?
I wonder if I’m dreaming
what I can’t understand,
or is it just a symptom
of what you think I am?
In and out
the mind slips
and cannot focus.
Given nothing
but your
trinkets and tokens,
left with just
the promises
you’ve broken.
Given nothing
but the empty words
you’ve spoken.
Leaving symptoms ...
There are times the mind
holds in fascination,
left in doubt when
dawn comes to realization.
Shattered meanings to those
who really give a damn.
Playing cat and mouse
with another foolish man.
And these scattered feelings
give me no precedent
to acknowledge what’s
inside my head.
Reality swears
I didn’t hallucinate!
Can anybody love you
or is it just a bit too late?
Do you suppose there is
any consolation in a world
that gives us no consideration?
I wonder if I’m dreaming
what I can’t understand,
or is it just a symptom
of what you think I am?
ii. shades of grey
There’s a lot of shit goin’ on in my life
cause nothing is ever black and white.
Just shades of grey everywhere:
when you least expect it, they appear.
To weaken the spirit day after day
and if you try to break through you’ll be too late.
Still I don’t know why they have to be there,
I want to have faith but nobody cares.
These subtle shades can get in the way
and they aren’t concerned with what you say,
you just cannot make them go away
cause they’re always around day after day:
you can’t get away from those shades of grey.
There’s a lot of shit goin’ on in my head,
searchin’ for something better left dead.
Like a ticking bomb with a short fuse,
try to beat it and you’re gonna lose.
Till you become enamoured with the pain,
a victim of traps again and again.
Of promises broken and running scared:
you want to have faith but no one cares.
Try movin’ through these shades of grey,
the line on your face start showin’ your age.
Life becomes a game you don’t want to play
and you just cannot make them go away:
you can’t get away from those shades of grey.
I see this shit happen and I can’t get away,
the whole world so blinded by shades of grey.
Though I try to show them, they don’t see –
always trying to second guess me.
As if they know what I’m feeling inside,
till there’s nothin’ left that hasn’t died.
Nothing to give and nothing to share
you want to believe, but no one cares.
I keep movin’ through these shades of grey
knowin’ that I’m never gonna stay.
When life becomes a game I don’t want to play
surrounded completely, they won’t go away,
you can’t get away from those shades of grey.
iii. the love inside
There is no sorrow
there are no tears,
that have not haunted me
these many years.
If there is hope within me
I don’t know where,
for it does not help me
lose these nightmares.
The shadows linger
they don’t disappear,
and I’m left here standing
with just the tears.
The love inside
can take you there:
To a place of wonder
or deep despair.
The street of dreams
can lead you anywhere.
The love inside
can take you there.
Love has it’s reasons
or so they say,
it can last forever
or just a day.
But can you tell me
just how to know,
if I should keep holding on
or let it go?
iv. elusions (ii)
Emotions can be buried for years –
hiding behind our doubts and fears,
waiting to step out into the unknown
the only alternative to being alone.
But exposed to attention we often find
the lights too strong and makes us blind.
So we hide behind our secrets
and close them up inside of our heads,
far away from all inspection
and the fear of rejection.
Hiding away behind our scars,
locking them up inside of our hearts
far away from all inspection
and the fear of rejection.
It’s not a question of guilt
for people will do as they will.
It’s not a question of blame
for it’s too easy to give that a name.
It’s more a question of doubt,
not knowing what they are all about
and if there’s a reason for the pain
it’s easy to say it was all a game.
But that’s a high price to have to pay
to those who have only turned away.
Emotions can tear the soul apart –
reality can wound the toughest heart.
Making it hard to draw conclusions
and easy to become disillusioned.
When exposed to attention we often find
that the effort wasn’t worth the time.
So we hide behind our secrets
and close them up inside our heads,
far away from all inspection
and the fear of rejection.
Hiding away behind our scars,
locking them up inside of our hearts
far away from all inspection
and the fear of rejection.
It’s not a question of guilt
for people will do what they will.
It’s not a question of blame
for it’s too easy to give that a name.
It’s more a question of regret –
not knowing if it’s over yet.
And if there’s a reason for the pain
it’s easy to say it was all a game.
But that’s a high price to have to pay
to those who will only turn away.
Leaving no solutions,
only elusions, only elusions ...
Leaving no resolution,
only elusions, only elusions ...
There are wounds that
never need an explanation,
borne in time till
dawn comes to illumination.
Naked feelings given over
to blanket ridicule;
playing cat and mouse
with some poor dreaming fool.
And those scattered feelings
give me no precendent
to acknowledge what’s
inside my head.
Reality swears
I didn’t hallucinate!
Can anybody love me
or is it a bit too late?
Do you suppose there
is any consolation in a world
that drives us to so much isolation?
I wonder if I’m dreaming
what I can’t understand,
or is it just a symptom
of what you think I am?
In and out
the mind slips
and cannot focus.
Given nothing
but your
trinkets and tokens,
left with just
the promises
you’ve broken.
Given nothing
but the empty words
you’ve spoken.
Leaving symptoms ...
There are times the mind
holds in fascination,
left in doubt when
dawn comes to realization.
Shattered meanings to those
who really give a damn.
Playing cat and mouse
with another foolish man.
And these scattered feelings
give me no precedent
to acknowledge what’s
inside my head.
Reality swears
I didn’t hallucinate!
Can anybody love you
or is it just a bit too late?
Do you suppose there is
any consolation in a world
that gives us no consideration?
I wonder if I’m dreaming
what I can’t understand,
or is it just a symptom
of what you think I am?
ii. shades of grey
There’s a lot of shit goin’ on in my life
cause nothing is ever black and white.
Just shades of grey everywhere:
when you least expect it, they appear.
To weaken the spirit day after day
and if you try to break through you’ll be too late.
Still I don’t know why they have to be there,
I want to have faith but nobody cares.
These subtle shades can get in the way
and they aren’t concerned with what you say,
you just cannot make them go away
cause they’re always around day after day:
you can’t get away from those shades of grey.
There’s a lot of shit goin’ on in my head,
searchin’ for something better left dead.
Like a ticking bomb with a short fuse,
try to beat it and you’re gonna lose.
Till you become enamoured with the pain,
a victim of traps again and again.
Of promises broken and running scared:
you want to have faith but no one cares.
Try movin’ through these shades of grey,
the line on your face start showin’ your age.
Life becomes a game you don’t want to play
and you just cannot make them go away:
you can’t get away from those shades of grey.
I see this shit happen and I can’t get away,
the whole world so blinded by shades of grey.
Though I try to show them, they don’t see –
always trying to second guess me.
As if they know what I’m feeling inside,
till there’s nothin’ left that hasn’t died.
Nothing to give and nothing to share
you want to believe, but no one cares.
I keep movin’ through these shades of grey
knowin’ that I’m never gonna stay.
When life becomes a game I don’t want to play
surrounded completely, they won’t go away,
you can’t get away from those shades of grey.
iii. the love inside
There is no sorrow
there are no tears,
that have not haunted me
these many years.
If there is hope within me
I don’t know where,
for it does not help me
lose these nightmares.
The shadows linger
they don’t disappear,
and I’m left here standing
with just the tears.
The love inside
can take you there:
To a place of wonder
or deep despair.
The street of dreams
can lead you anywhere.
The love inside
can take you there.
Love has it’s reasons
or so they say,
it can last forever
or just a day.
But can you tell me
just how to know,
if I should keep holding on
or let it go?
iv. elusions (ii)
Emotions can be buried for years –
hiding behind our doubts and fears,
waiting to step out into the unknown
the only alternative to being alone.
But exposed to attention we often find
the lights too strong and makes us blind.
So we hide behind our secrets
and close them up inside of our heads,
far away from all inspection
and the fear of rejection.
Hiding away behind our scars,
locking them up inside of our hearts
far away from all inspection
and the fear of rejection.
It’s not a question of guilt
for people will do as they will.
It’s not a question of blame
for it’s too easy to give that a name.
It’s more a question of doubt,
not knowing what they are all about
and if there’s a reason for the pain
it’s easy to say it was all a game.
But that’s a high price to have to pay
to those who have only turned away.
Emotions can tear the soul apart –
reality can wound the toughest heart.
Making it hard to draw conclusions
and easy to become disillusioned.
When exposed to attention we often find
that the effort wasn’t worth the time.
So we hide behind our secrets
and close them up inside our heads,
far away from all inspection
and the fear of rejection.
Hiding away behind our scars,
locking them up inside of our hearts
far away from all inspection
and the fear of rejection.
It’s not a question of guilt
for people will do what they will.
It’s not a question of blame
for it’s too easy to give that a name.
It’s more a question of regret –
not knowing if it’s over yet.
And if there’s a reason for the pain
it’s easy to say it was all a game.
But that’s a high price to have to pay
to those who will only turn away.
Leaving no solutions,
only elusions, only elusions ...
Leaving no resolution,
only elusions, only elusions ...
Friday, November 21, 2008
shadow of the dragon
For those interested: I will be posting more poetry in the next day or so, continuing
the "Passages" Saga, and if you like my writing, I have the first Chapter of a book I have
written called "The Shadow of the Dragon" a story from a series I am developing called
"The Promise of Azoth." Originally this site was about the book, but I changed directions
here and decided to put out some of my poetry. The link is here to my my space account,
feel free to visit and post comments. Thanks, Grindael.....
the "Passages" Saga, and if you like my writing, I have the first Chapter of a book I have
written called "The Shadow of the Dragon" a story from a series I am developing called
"The Promise of Azoth." Originally this site was about the book, but I changed directions
here and decided to put out some of my poetry. The link is here to my my space account,
feel free to visit and post comments. Thanks, Grindael.....
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