It's not easy leaving you behind me
Without you, Babe, I lost my song to sing
No pleasure bring my heart as much elation
I've had too much to dream

I've tried to fall in love on other pillows
But there's no match for sweetness I have seen
No lips can lift me to the stars we climbed to
I've had too much to dream

I took you to many far off places
England...France...the palace of the queen
We've climbed the Eiffel Tower
'Heard Big  Ben toll the hour....
But no one else can make it so serene

Those memories will hold the center focus
New fantasies can never make the scene
Without you there's just nothing to imagine
I've had too much to dream

The pretty one smiled
So we danced for awhile
But her eyes were a tough wall to pass
Then I danced with another
Who was somebody's mother
And I ran away pretty fast

When I found a young babe
They were good lines I gave
And I thought my ship came in at last
But she teased and confused me
And finally refused me
When a guy in the band made a pass

SO I TOOK AN OLD MEMORY TO HEAVEN
SOME NIGHTS THAT'S THE HAND YOU ARE GIVEN
SHE FORGAVE MY LATE CALL
AND WE HAD US A BALL
WHEN I TOOK AN OLD MEMORY TO HEAVEN

My pride got knocked out
But there wasn't a doubt
My fantasy seemed mighty real
When I crossed that old bridge
It was something to dig...
I fell again head over heals

CHORUS

bridge:  My father once said like a very wise man
               You can survive it if you take what's at hand

CHORUS

I want to smile like the sunrise

sleep in the heavens like the high moon

be cradled aligned with the stars

and rise like a proud head of a woman

that turn the neck

of a stubborn man


I want to be the apple

shinning beside my consort

run for miles to the closest rainbow

reach out to the struggles of nature

and embrace the rain

where I am baptized in holy evaporation


I want to heal

a broken childs heart

after and abuse

after an attack

and make them feel found

and whole again


I want to run with the wild

and fly

with Roman and Greek mythology

where fantasys crown me queen

and they are my dream

cause it never dies

whatever is young in my mind


when crumbled

I want to succeed

when fallen

I want to stand back up

and look at the world

and hold on to it tightly

because it is all I got

to survive.


And the world smells good.

© S.T. Rebel of Eden

getting high while critiquing
my peers' papers as homework
I feel like a jack ***
knit picking and clawing
getting hung up on single word choice
I wonder if they'll read it in my voice
and think what a pretentious ****.
he thinks he knows everything.
when really
I read my own work and feel
it's full of holes
letting the light shine through
revealing me for a fraud

a fraud

Others have tried to please me,
They failed, because, deep down
They were trying to please themselves.

You don't try.
You just do.

Before you, I fed on happiness scraps.
They tasted good
but I was starving,
I gobbled up and pleaded; give me more,
I tried to be deserving.

But you and I...We don't need to give, or take, or bargain,
Ever-friend, always-love,
We are happy just to hold each others hopes, and hearts, and secret dreams.
There are no conditions, no expectations
Our lives are both complex and impossible, simple and limitless.

I will pour myself into you, fill the aching places of need
You will never, ever let me beg, or cringe, or weep, or plead.

Recycled noise
eyes litter the floor
Consciousness murmurs day by day
We don't know where home is and
we're okay with that
It'll be okay
Our feet are cold
Our body awake
Our mind rested and ready to lapse into memory waves
Signs of anchored wisdom and prophecy
A black screen of mindfulness on my hands
blue shells clatter to the floor
The heat of the weapon warms my feet
We aren't tired, are we?
Our heads are too heavy
We risk stretching our legs
And the blood rushes back in
We're tempted to bathe
We're tempted to relay our dreams
It is hard to deny these
Yet it isn't
Our writing becomes large when we have this joy
we have no struggle
no shortage of peace

It's funny how little I remember
from that hill top day in December
there is an image of a white dress
but you told me over and over
It was a cream colored cardigan
my mind spinning lies to
feed my emotion
leaves me supposin' that
nothing ever last anyway
so what does it matter
why keep on searching
there's no single person who could
withstand it
that force that pulls
and snatches every thing
I'll wing it alone
I'll wint it alone

Plan A: there is none as such;
though unflinching ego makes
complex calculations, concludes,
reassures it is best laid for sure.

Plan B, hence has no actual relevance
A mountain river, life is, it rushes
the way the cryptic GPS message directs.
If you ask how it works, try to understand
the intricate organic correlations, involving factors
that  even a super computer can't process
but your mind would, somehow easily tell you
in a clear voice, if only you are ready to  listen.

Every best laid plan is merely a wish
the more profound is spoken as a prayer
words addressed to the voice inside, that listens and acts
fulfillment then, is an emotional construct
you need the scent of that flower to inspire life.

Who says the cosmic plan is mysterious?
One who walks the karma path right, even when eyes closed
knows how to reach where one is headed to.
The truth this: one leads oneself, so keep the inner eyes open.

Subtle wishes that bring smile on the face of thy neighbor
are much more meaningful than selfish desires

brown, black and white
pebbles of...
dirt scattering across.
the kitchen floor,
liquid silver...
call it Mercury,
watch it bolt from room to room.

bullets...
maybe twenty,
down the hallway.
past the stairs.
one more step.
maybe twenty...
pebbles
of
brown,
and
black and white
dirt.

red... moldable clay
and
you'll feel home.
and
you'll feel
***** as a bullet
shooting through
your eye socket.

Mercury takes morning
by storm, spreads out
and stretches...
stretches so far moons
are consumed,
as is the day,
and soon.

it will be you.