Monday, September 30, 2024

THESE SOULS TOO ARE US (2013)

Lyrics by Matthew Brown

Set to music by Barra Brown


Breaking Into

 

You and I

You and I

Are not the same

You and I

 

Two paths behind

strange to find colored blue....

<pause>

An ocean that crept between

How did I lose my way?

A darkness that welled unseen

When did you lose your name?

 

Can we ever change again?

Will we ever change again?

Can we ever change again?

Ever change again...

 

You and I

You and I

Were not insane

You and I

 

These paths ahead

Absent dead, shadowed through....

<pause>

Hours and years unceasing stream

How can you find your way?

Light perchance to glimpse again

When will I find my name?

 

Can we ever change again?

Will we ever change again?

Can we ever change again?

Ever change again..



Helicopter

 

<clapping>

 

hovering

hovering

 

though clouds do drift by

though winds blister

 

cold depths known

always new

sadnesses chilled

ever into

 

<clapping>

 

hovering

hovering

hovering

hovering

 

i remain

barefoot and battered

crimson ice

pass for shoes

yet alive

is the light

 

<clapping>

 

crazy eyes

crazy eyes

crazy eyes

crazy eyes

 

above

yet below

these crazy eyes

sapphires blue

 

hovering

hovering

hovering

hovering

 

<clapping>

 

above while below

 

<clapping...  fades>

 

 

Two Souls

 

<Chorus I>

Two lives benign

Two souls aligned

 

These sisters

Now

Mothering

Mothering

 

<Chorus II>

Two sons cousin

Two paths herein

 

Those sisters

Then

Mothers sing

Mothers sing

 

Veiled notes

Echoing

Echoing

In this Spring

 

Born as one

Fated two

But Warmth

Of Womb

 

In this Spring

The Dawn

Ablaze

In their Spring.

 


 

Chrysalis 

 

Blankets and bedding

My soiled sneakers on fire 

Burning through the threads

Of a chrysalis 

 

Condos of cardboard

My pinots on fire

Burning through the glass 

Of a chrysalis 

 

Doctors and pill drugs

My boiled livers on fire

Burning through the flesh

Of a chrysalis 

 

Mopeds moustaches

My jolly egos on fire 

Burning through the cells

Of a chrysalis 

 

Why can't we see... this... shell? 

This stage ever declining

 

Why can't we be... more... well?

Well we can be

What we can see

 

Why can't we aim... for... more? 

This veil it is deciding 

 

Why can't we claim... a... core?

And escape out

Through the thin surrounds

 

To be in sane 

Meaning within sane? 

 

Why form membranes 

When they all contain?

 

Our souls....    

Our souls.....   

These souls....  

 

Hidden away 

 

In a chrysalis 

In our chrysalis 

In your chrysalis 

In my chrysalis 

 

just break through

 

 

Wednesday, May 8, 2024

Suffering Champions

What fire doesn’t burn more hotly confined

Winds of regret yet to be engorging it

What storm doesn’t rage more earnestly depressed 

Tears of neglect undammed 

Is this entropic prison but imagined?

Questions like keys unlock pathways out

Were she brave enough and foolish enough to leave


The brink is sought by the injured 

What else but war summons sleepless demons

Writing furiously to let their battles be known 

Blind repulsion he would sacrifice all

To crown himself one lonely champion  

Suffering none for all suffering is his 

Drumbeating dreams of some moments’ glories 

Propelling violently fleeting ignorance of limitation 


Are these energies siphoned vainly

Or these chains our bitter roots 

Must growth follow fire and storm

No sea bottomless or dive unending

Each new discovered contour of their soul’s map 

Treasured guide through deserts of desire 

Dawn’s promise what victory never can gain 


Only time and relentless questions

Asked answered asked anew and again

For these champions of suffering who decide

and desire to suffer Champions

Sunday, April 21, 2024

Phase

 Phase


When quickly quiet the frost awakens each curvature 

ablaze with tiny twinkling comets and stars

Heaven’s fleeting melt sparks these somber souls 

To laugh and seed the nebulae of Spring 


While traces of solitary igloos persist in shadow

Neither glistening bud or cool crevasse alone 

But together coalesce these ebbing dances

Whose steps we slowly learn resemble love 



(Written after dinner with A. Yale and R. Teal on 3/7/24)