#dragon
Wǔxíng Category: Water (水)
5-xx
A thick, curved sliver of the waxing gibbous climbs high,
Illuminating the heavy inkstone and the scholar's desk.
The mountain stream swells with the spring thaw,
Rushing past the bamboo gate and the smooth river stones.
Inside the courtyard, a round moon cake rests on jade,
Its sweet lotus center holding the promise of the full circle.
A white mist coils gracefully along the outer wall,
As the rising tide pools in the stone basins below.
The dark ink flows across the paper like a rising river,
Tracing the steady growth of the silver sky above us.
You began as a slender crescent, a sharp arc of light in the dark,
Carrying the ancient magic of the celestial dragon into my world.
Now we watch the night sky pull more brightness into the void,
Mirroring the way our lives are fusing together day by day.
Let the world wonder at the mystery of the sovereign spirit and the man,
I only see the fierce devotion that guides your steps to my side.
The light is expanding, and we are moving toward the full crest.
The crescent moon's early silver arc has given way to mass,
A heavy lantern of light reflecting on the water's surface.
The brush strokes grow bolder on the clean silk parchment,
Recording the moon's steady march toward absolute completeness.
The mountain winds grow quiet against the custom timber beams,
Leaving the central courtyard protected, warm, and still.
The white dragon rests her pearled coils near the wooden bench,
Her scales catching the brilliant gleam of the waxing sky.
The darkness yields as the silver canopy claims the night,
And in this rising radiance, your true spirit is laid bare.
You wonder how a simple keeper of ink and stone stands firm,
Unshaken by the wild, shifting currents of a dragon’s soul.
The sky does not fear the changing weight of its own light,
It simply holds the stars until the circle is made whole again.
I welcome the sharp, fierce edges just as I love the brilliant crest,
And if your steps falter in the shadow, my arms are already there.
The morning breaks bright upon the water, as my heart is bound to yours.
刘嘉文
© 2026 Liujiawen2024. All Rights
5d ago
May 29, 2026 at 2:07 PM UTC
Wǔxíng Category: Water (水)
5-xx
A vibrant blue wing twitches on a branch of green,
Disturbing the heavy moisture of the morning air.
A thousand leagues away, the deep ocean swells,
Where dark currents churn beneath a rising gale.
The ancient cedar catches the first pale light,
As gray mist rolls over the jagged mountain ridge.
The rain begins its slow and steady rhythmic fall,
Soaking the quiet soil where the roots run deep.
The same vibrant motion awakens within my depths,
Not as the frantic tremor of a modern fear,
But as a gentle guiding pulse across the vast divide.
The ancient ones have breathed upon the sapphire wing,
Stirring the silent air to connect two distant paths,
Bending the invisible tethers of an old and sacred map.
I did not seek this sudden unlocking of the gate,
Nor did I know the lineage had prepared this fertile ground,
Yet the auspicious rhythm signals that a destiny has arrived.
The mist rises thick above the crashing waterfall,
Catching the hidden spectrum of the afternoon sun.
A white form moves through the gray and heavy clouds,
Weaving in silent circles through the shifting sky.
Her iridescent scales catch the faint and broken light,
Gliding with ancient grace across the open waves.
No flame escapes the smooth and powerful jaw,
Only the cool condensation of a gathering storm.
It was a simple happenstance of art upon a gallery wall,
A single glance where the ancestral winds finally converged,
Revealing the sovereign dragon who protects our shared blood.
Her presence brings no fire or destruction to the field,
Unlike the scarred and hoary legends of the harsh West,
She commands the quiet, protective peace of the East.
The internal whispers quiet as she coils around my thoughts,
Guarding the new channels where the emotional currents run,
Proving that the past is never broken, only waiting to speak.
The mountain pool overflows its smooth stone lip,
Sending a clear, unhurried thread through the dark moss.
The white dragon descends to rest upon the bank,
Her pearlescent form mirroring the surface of the quiet stream.
No wind disturbs the valley where the bamboo bends,
And the heavy rain softens into a gentle, enduring mist.
The wide river opens its arms to meet the tide,
Where the fluid elements dissolve into a single plain.
What began as a distant promise now flows with constant grace,
A pristine spring that wells up from the roots of the land,
Where the ancestral ripple matures into an everlasting bond.
I stand at the edge of the expanse, watching the vast tides rise,
Unable to fully fathom the immense distance we have traveled,
As the ancient stone is permanently worn away by the dark water.
The shield of her sovereign love surrounds this newly opened space,
An unassailable sanctuary forged by hands we cannot see.
The long journey is answered, leaving only the peace of the abyss,
Where her presence keeps watch, and the anchored heart is finally still.
刘嘉文
© 2026 Liujiawen2024. All Rights
May 25
May 25, 2026 at 10:23 AM UTC
**** does as **** was...
Through aspire, and an eye
The total of a wish, has a mightier thus
Come here in the keep, well to know lye
Secrets in love, you should know:
Pains in the sky, remember to live well
Time is ours, like a light I owe
The role of the misery in the river, is a hell
We never saw your smile, when the irony we describe
Silver has my imagination, gold has my discretion
Suppose a fish found out, a shiny shell in the silence
Wasn't a sin in our lap, until a purpose in a stare, an ovulation?
May 19
May 19, 2026 at 6:39 PM UTC
There once was a Prince, beautiful and true
Terrorizing his land, a winged serpent flew
The Prince rode out, to conquer the beast
It said to him, "Thou canst not defeat me!"
Yet still he fought, the monster to slay
For peace and hope, whilst his kingdom did pray
He strove with might, yet the beast flew free
It said to him, "Thou art not stronger than me!"
Still he did persevere, still he fought on
For mayhap he would win the fight with the dawn
The price of his kingdom, he'd pay 'til free
The beast said to him, "Death cometh 'pon thee!"
Then he did exhale, breath forged in Hell-fire
And naught remained of the Prince, save his empire
May 5
May 5, 2026 at 10:54 AM UTC
Wǔxíng Category: Earth (土)
3-xx
A spirit sits caged, a dragon’s heart held in quiet rest,
Within a fragile shell, a work of art from her own hand.
Dormant she lies, yet power radiates from the white stone,
A woman of alabaster, separate from the world’s noise.
Unknowing of the force within, her form is obscured by history,
Pure and benevolent, a gentle soul beneath the surface.
Yet hidden depths remain, a story untold and guarded,
A wounded heart, protective and untrusting of the start.
Within the white dragon, she weeps a silent and hidden tear,
A woman broken and shattered year after year behind her walls.
She is non-confrontational, avoiding the fire of the world's sting,
Choosing to hide her marrow beneath a veil of silent stone.
The dragon spirit is the refuge she forged to guard her peace,
A sanctuary built to endure the cost of being used by others.
She is the masterpiece and the prisoner of her own design,
Awaiting a witness who can see the truth behind the mask,
Before the weight of the cage pulls her deeper into the earth.
An old scholar approaches, a curious and steady mind,
Seeking the vision within the brushstrokes she leaves behind.
He watches her movement, the rhythmic pace of her hand,
And sees the dragon stirring where others see only the stone.
Purposeful and unique, a spark ignites within the darkness,
As he recognizes the spirit emerging through the flow of ink.
He does not look at the shell, but at the force that dwells within,
Finding a kindred truth in the calligraphy of her wounded soul.
Through the white dragon, the scholar finds a sweet surprise,
But gives her a wide and gentle space to breathe and grow.
He does not desire to lead her, but to walk as a patient partner,
Wiping away the tears of woe and the fog of old frustrations.
With a steady hand, he clears the glass of her confusion,
Allowing her to see the world from a vantage point of peace.
He recognizes the kindred spirit behind the alabaster wall,
Providing the quiet stability she needs to stay afloat,
Becoming the mirror that reflects the power she has long forgot.
The inner dragon punishes him for the sins of a thousand pasts,
Lashing through the silence with the fire of her tangled heart.
He accepts the pain as a noble deed, a guiding seed of light,
Persisting through the fever while she tries to drive him away.
The more he loves, the more the spirit lashes in her confusion,
Unable to reconcile the kindness with the scars she carries.
He comforts the woman with a touch that she embraces too much,
Remaining steady as the bedrock while the transition takes hold.
Through the white dragon, he finds a love that transcends her masks,
A devotion that recognizes the soul beneath each changing form.
Though she remains unsure at times, retreating behind her walls,
He feels the mutual pulse of a bond that needs no outward name.
He has found his center by seeing through the alabaster shell,
Knowing the woman and the spirit as two halves of a singular truth.
Whatever disguise she takes, whatever fox or shadow she becomes,
His gaze will remain fixed on the light he found within the stone,
For he has seen her essence, and he will never look away.
刘嘉文
© 2026 Liujiawen2024. All Rights Reserved
Apr 9
Apr 9, 2026 at 9:32 AM UTC
The fields of snow white and deep scarlet moved with the tender airs of spring, his eyes with the melting gold colours of citrine looked only at mine, and I held the quiet strength of his features near to mine with my hands, the lustre of this fervent glance as the sun was my Cedric, with whom I could only be with under the blushing skies for so long
before the veil of night fell and the light of the moon roams the earth with his werewulf steps in of the dark hours, he murmurs to my ears, “I cannot be the mortal one for your affection, I may only whisper stories in my heart at the sight of your beauty” to which I replied, “So tell me one to make these hours of us last a little longer”, a butterfly touched his sharp cheek before it flew away as he began to say, ”I will tell you the story of the hero of the shapeshifter wolves, her tale begins as this:
“The dark woods surrounded Zaria as she walked to the elder wolf, the shining amber eyes were following her steps as she closed her own to mentally attempt to erase the rushing feeling of tenseness in her body. The wolves collectively spoke to her, “Fear not, for the elder trusts in you”. Upon reaching the old, grey wolf that spoke to her, “My dearest one, you must retrieve a crystal of light to purify this forest, go to the portal leading to the human world and only return when you have retrieved it”, she had then taken an internal deep breath and bowed to him with her reply, “I will not dismay you”. She shape-shifted into her human form and walked to the portal, holding herself steady as she entered through the shining white light. The portal path proved to be heavy-winded as her body landed upon the hard, cold snow, she heaved herself upwards with the thought, “I suppose I will start walking till I find a refuge for the night”. And so she began her trek under the cold winds as the journey grew longer and longer, her consciousness slowly began to fade until she finally fell to the ground. Only upon awakening did she feel the air that was like a warm embrace, but her inner wolf instincts sensed that there was danger, and her body felt tight as she realised the ropes held her back from moving. Quietly, she scanned her surroundings for a way of escape, only to be dismayed by a highly simplistic tent setting with only a cooking *** wood for a fire and some strange items in jars surrounding her. Zaria could hear the resounding of an occurring argument outside, it was the voice of a young witch speaking to an older one, “A shapeshifter wolf, mother? Do you wish for the cosmic spirits to show their wrath upon us?” to which the older one replied, “Worry not, my dear Alesia, of things that do concern you”. Then they both entered the tent as Zaria swiftly feigned death, the elder witch said to her younger, “I will retire to my bed now, do not tamper with anything”.
The night fell as the apprentice Alesia, who arose in stealth from her bed, murmured to Zaria, “Worry not, I will help you escape, my friend”, as she performed her magic to untie the ropes and gave Zaria a teleportation potion, who then found herself disappearing until she was falling from the clouds. Instinctively, she shape-shifted back into a wolf while hearing the deafening sound of a soaring dragon that grabbed her in it’s clutches, but to her blessed fortune, she caught a glimpse of a glimmering, bright crystal in the centre of the dragon’s chest.
Not long after, the monster landed where it’s cave lied, and as the draconic beast slept, our female wolf was finally able to sneak out of it’s grip and took violent claw swipes at it’s chest, it soon awakened as she managed to dodge the flames and take the crystal in her thick jaws, she kept sprinting until she saw a magical site with a mage standing near the ruins, he smiled and said, “I could sense that you are in need of my help” to which she replied, “yes, I need to return home”. And the mage began his spell as Zaria returned to her refuge in the dark woods, the elder wolf came to her, “I am grateful for your return, the journey must have taken it’s toll on you, you may rest for now as the woods will now return to their former pure glory”.
The elder took the crystal from her and placed the solid, clear material inside the earth as the surroundings began to transform from deathly dim to the brightest iridescence, for the land of the wolves has risen once more.”
As Cedric ended the story, I clung to him longer until the dusk arrived, he said to me, “I must leave now, before the arrival of the night”, and he smiled before swiftly disappearing, I then drove my car to the cabin by the beach, where I then slept soundly before awakening to watch the sunrise over the ocean, for he will soon arrive as my dawn of love.
Jan 29
Jan 29, 2026 at 9:53 AM UTC
White shining sparkles
Mountains of white form a maze
Dragon breath glistens
Jan 28
Jan 28, 2026 at 3:06 AM UTC
Maybe I do
Look at the past
Through pink filters
But I can't help to feel
I was happier back when
There was still dragon to slay
Dec 15, 2025
Dec 15, 2025 at 9:55 AM UTC
He hunts in the Spine
The woods erupt warmth and light
The deer bolts, affright
A blue stone? No – dragon’s egg
She, Saphira Bjartskular.
Jul 19, 2025
Jul 19, 2025 at 3:47 PM UTC
"Do you remember there used to be a couple
who they played those dragon games with.
Heather and Ray. They came down
from North Wales and stayed in a B&B.
His hair was even longer than Geoff's but he was very polite.
She didn't say a thing all weekend.
Anyway, they'd just gone to bed in their room
when there was a knock on the door. They
thought it was the landlady but it turned out
to be the chap who'd had the room before them.
He'd come back for his drugs. He said they were
hidden behind the toilet. Well, they didn't
want to upset him so they let him in
and he got his drugs and that was the end of that."
Jul 11, 2025
Jul 11, 2025 at 4:38 PM UTC
I wanted to be more than a king, not a God
I wanted to rule more than the world, not the universe
I wanted to marry the prettiest, not a princess
I wanted to ride more than a horse, not a dragon
I wanted to be more than free, not an eagle
I wanted more than treasure, not life
I wanted to be more than a lover, not a poet
I wanted to be more than hot, perhaps the amaterasu...
May 27, 2025
May 27, 2025 at 9:39 AM UTC
Tonight, in your gentle arms, the stars themselves seem near.
There are countless words I cradle but dare not let tumble yet.
One by one, I will give them: my heart, my vows, my endless song.
I promise you this night and every morning yet to come:
To weave a thousand stories before the waking light breaks,
Each thread spun from dreams we dared to whisper in secret.
When the noon sun crowns the fields, my voice will rise for you.
I shall sing of your laughter, your soul, and the hope you give,
Every note stitched with longing, a prayer etched in gold.
When the day retreats to dusk and the skies are dyed in rose,
I will kneel before twilight, offer poems at your feet,
And craft verses from the softest sighs you breathe into me.
And when the stars dare to sleep and the world turns solemn gray,
My love, I will love you still, fierce and shining in the dark,
Cradling your spirit in my arms until morning’s call.
O, how it tears at me — to ever see your bright tears fall!
My heart would break a thousandfold before I let you weep.
I will be the shore where every sorrow drowns and fades.
Against the fiercest storms, against every cruel shadow cast,
I will stand, I will roar, I will be your unshaken shield.
No wind nor blade shall find you while I draw breath and sword.
For you, my Sol, I will build a hundred castles of light,
Spired with dreams, walled by hope, and roofed with starlit vows,
Each hall echoing only your laughter, your courage, your name.
I shall guard these gates with my own two hands, blood and bone.
No thief, no fear, no fading time shall breach our endless keep.
A stalwart knight I become, so long as you are mine to love.
We will ride the wings of griffins, fierce and bright as suns,
Dance with dragons across clouds, weaving rainbows in our wake,
Till even the heavens, jealous, bow to our boundless flight.
My tales shall be our tapestry: endless gardens where we roam.
We will be kings and queens of worlds no sorrow dares to tread,
Living forever in the legends whispered by grateful winds.
Through each season's turning, through the waning of the stars,
Through broken years, through gilded days, through sorrow and delight,
Our hearts will carve a river that no darkness can consume.
Tonight, it is very clear: I was made to love you thus.
The skies, the earth, the sea themselves conspired to make you mine.
And every thread of fate stitched my soul closer to yours.
Sometimes words falter, sometimes even brave hands tremble;
Forgive me if ever I falter — for I am mortal still.
But my spirit will rise again to your name, unbroken.
For you lift me higher than the tallest dream has dared to go,
You steady my steps through the wild tempests of doubt and night.
Beside you, I am invincible, invulnerable, infinite.
I have always needed you — no fortress without your flame.
You are the ink to my stories, the light to my early dawns,
The sigh that shapes the universe into something beautiful.
I am the man who shall fight for your honor, your dreams, your smile.
Not for glory, not for fame — but for the very breath you take.
To see you shining is my one and only sacred cause.
Like a knight sprung from the misted ballads of ancient lore,
I will kneel before the gods, defy them if they say "despair,"
And steal you away to a castle spun from purest wonder.
There, where rivers sing and mountains bow to your golden laugh,
We shall raise banners not of conquest, but of gentle love,
And every petal and cloud shall carry our vows forever.
So let the world turn as it must — we have no fear of its song.
We did it all for love — each choice, each prayer, each battlefield.
For the glory of love, we became legends in each other's arms.
May 25, 2025
May 25, 2025 at 8:02 PM UTC
a princess locked up high
guarding close by is a mighty dragon
imagine what a knight might do
risking his life to protect you
armor is shiny and silver
his bravery thrilled her
spurring his horse
the dragon's skin is coarse
as he swings his sword
out poured blood
there was a loud thud
he shrugged, tongue-in-cheek
the knight does it again
as if it's been done before
oh what love they have in store
outpours his deep affection
they are in the right direction
Mar 31, 2025
Mar 31, 2025 at 4:15 AM UTC
We frolic and laugh, for the dragon sleeps.
We glory in the pleasure of this short summer,
the cool of the brook and the still warming sun,
for the dragon does still sleep.
We will not give good attention to the dark,
though it sits not so far away. We play at peace,
for the dragon does still sleep.
We shall not quieten, for he more than slumbers,
his sleep is the sleep of the near dead,
though he may yet rise and torment us once more.
We will not wait on that future fear.
We will rather frolic in the warmth of sun and laughter,
for the Tamar dragon does still sleep.
And we know a Champion
who is a slayer of all our dragons.
Mar 15, 2025
Mar 15, 2025 at 2:28 PM UTC
Drowsy afternoon
Rainbow rolls across meadow
Ancient vision springs
Gaining altitude
Oneness whispers to all things
Now in me find peace
Drift on fragrant breeze
Roses and lavender bloom
Encouraged by rain
Active wild blossoms
Matter unfolds energy
Space and time unbound
Dec 29, 2024
Dec 29, 2024 at 6:11 AM UTC
Son of Dragon, born of Woman
Free to roam, in kings' ears whispering
Mighty kingdoms thus rose, and fell
But Son of Man, exiled and chained
In wisdom Dragon saw his end
His arm in might deceived to save
Corrupted the seed to remain
One King over all men on earth
Thus all flesh drowned yet his seed lives
For seed to father not of flesh
And Dragon in Abyss' depths bound
Awaits the End for Man's judgement
Son of Dragon, wise as father
Knowing Man as he knows himself
His kingdom from his kingdom rose
From ashes yet again to ashes
His eighth and last kingdom now reigns
Over all earth but least glorious
A constant decline from the first
This last an unseen mired wreck
Son of Dragon wise but not wise
As creature imperfect and flawed
All men bow but his kingdom falls
Against He who binds his father
Son of Man, weak but he's to rule
From dungeon's depths raised above kings
For his Father's sceptre he holds
And upon the dragon he rides
When kingdom by Man ruled as right
Gold's free and peace its currency
Without wars nor bribes kings subdued
A glimpse of that ordained to be
Son of Dragon schemes as End nears
Tempts Man he's now King of all earth
And stars bow and all heavens too
And Sons as brothers reign in Peace
The Dragon's Year, this year has come
Son of Man hears Son of Dragon
Peace tempts, and brothers sit to rule
And Mother's name is Babylon
Nov 9, 2024
Nov 9, 2024 at 11:25 PM UTC
It is I who slew the dragon
And I who must be king
The burden of a crown
Is what that night did bring
A knight who was triumphant
And stood on solid ground
Piercing the monster through the heart
Until it made no sound
But in the court of whispers
They laugh behind their hands
For the throne I won with valor,
Is built on shifting sands
It was I who slew the dragon,
And faced the beast alone
The king of fools they call me
But it is I who claimed the throne
Oct 16, 2024
Oct 16, 2024 at 9:23 AM UTC
IGNITE THE HEART OF THE FOREST FIRE
DO NOT COMPLAIN WHEN LACED W ASH
DESTROY THE CONFIDENCE OF THE PRINCE
EXPECT THE DRAGON’S FLAME TO BE RASH
UNLOCK THE B*TCH TO TAKE OUT THE TRASH
DO NOT DISRESPECT ME AGAIN
Jan 24, 2024
Jan 24, 2024 at 9:08 AM UTC
scent carries the strongest memories
and when i smell the smoke of
a distant wildfire
i remember you
i hear sirens
and remember the song of you calling to me
– tempting me with your promise –
but by the name that would have crashed me into the rocks
had i let it live
i taste salt and blood
whiskey and water
ash
and lust
i had thought my palate cleansed
yet the flavor remains in my throat
when i dream about you, i often wake unsure whether i am drenched in my own sweat or yours
sometimes i can still feel the strength of your hands
around my neck
around my thighs
sometimes i can still feel your body along with my own
i wonder if you still think about me when you touch yourself
scent carries the strongest memories
and when i smell the smoke of a
distant wildfire
i remember you
Aug 23, 2023
Aug 23, 2023 at 11:29 AM UTC
How, I thought,
Had I ever dreamt
Alone
Once upon a time,
When I knew not his
Fire
Free from embrace,
Assimilated by
Solitude
To revel in
Egyptian cottons
Desolate
--
How he burns me
From the inside
Out
I crave him, so,
My sleeping
Dragon
The heat in his belly
And beneath his
Skin
And I wake him
When the need
Arises
To fill me once more
With his morning
Light
Jul 22, 2023
Jul 22, 2023 at 8:31 AM UTC
In our love for the wind and all that passes,
Each smote of self, a wisp of loss and absence,
Like the snow pendulous slips over last grasses,
In the glow of the lamppost and unholding fences:
So too the thousand-grains of breath
Blow through our bodies’ incandescence,
And in the starlit-smoke from the dragon's mouth
On wings of filth swirl the bone-edge of death.
Mar 18, 2023
Mar 18, 2023 at 9:20 PM UTC
There is a magic dragon
That my father and I know
It circles me then glides back to him
No matter where we go.
Inside this invisible little beast,
Part of my dad does stay
Immortalized, by magic art
please never go away.
Upon these words dragon's wings hang
ontop the lonley wind,
supported- gliding endlessly
Through life's chaos its spinned.
With every spin circling back,
To the begninng, till each end....
Each time another battlecry -
This Heavy heart's hardened.
May I be rendered, in truths light
When deception's shadow's tall,
& may that dragon help me find
A way back through it all.
Mar 15, 2023
Mar 15, 2023 at 12:21 AM UTC
"My cousin's out fighting dragons, and what do I get? Guard duty."
i get it, there's nothing to me
but you don't need to grind it in either
i see nothing in me already
"You hear that? I swear, there's something out there. In the dark."
and I look good in person
but i think nothing of my shimmer
i don't expect people to like me
it's all opposite
"Only burglars and vampires creep around after dark.
So which are you?"
I've expected people to beat me
It's what i've known
and have to watch for
"Gotta keep my eyes open.
**** dragons could swoop down at any time."
so no, i'm not what you seem to think
i am
or yes, I don't know
you'll listen to your own opinions about me
over anything I have to say:
"Watch the skies, traveler.”
Oct 23, 2022
Oct 23, 2022 at 2:31 AM UTC
The day begins with a friendly voice,
a companion unobtrusive
plays that song that's so elusive
and the magic music makes the morning mood.
A rider hits the open road,
there is magic at his fingers
for the spirit ever lingers,
undemanding contact in his solitude.
Invisible airwaves crackle with life.
Bright antenna bristle with the energy.
Emotional feedback on timeless wavelength.
Bearing a gift beyond price, almost free.
A familiar song plays,
and he starts thinking to himself:
It was a long, long time ago, wasn’t it?
I can still remember how that music used to make me smile.
And I knew if I had my chance
that I could make those people dance,
and maybe they'd be happy for a while.
But February made me shiver
with every paper I'd deliver,
bad news on the doorstep
I couldn't take one more step.
I can't remember if I cried
when I read about their widowed brides,
but something touched me deep inside
The day the music died.
I see the bad moon a-rising.
I see trouble on the way.
I see earthquakes and lightnin'.
I see bad times today.
There's a bad moon on the rise.
So bye-bye, Miss American Pie.
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry.
And them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
singin', "This'll be the day that I die,
this'll be the day that I die."
They’re modern-day warriors
mean, mean stride.
Today's Tom Sawyers
mean, mean pride.
Though their minds are not for rent.
Don't put them down as arrogant
their reserve, a quiet defense
riding out the day's events.
And what you say about their company
is what you say about society.
Catch the mist, catch the myth
catch the mystery, catch the drift...
“Who are you?”
The tap drips,
the rider finishes his whiskey,
“I've looked under chairs,
I've looked under tables,
I've tried to find the key
To fifty million fables.
They call me The Seeker.
I've been searching low and high.
I won't get to get what I'm after
'til the day I die.”
They look at each other, then back at him,
“Who? Whaddya here for?"
He turns his glass upside down,
slams it on the bar
and says on his way out,
“I like smoke and lightnin'
heavy metal thunder
racing with the wind
and the feeling that I'm under.”
He gets his motor runnin',
heads out on the highway,
looking for adventure
in whatever comes his way.
Yeah, darlin' gonna make it happen.
Take the world in a loving embrace.
Fire all of your guns at once
And explode into space.
Like a true nature's child
we were born,
born to be wild.
We can climb so high,
“I never wanna die.”
Company, always on the run
destiny is a rising sun.
Oh,
he was born, 6 gun in his hand.
Behind a gun,
he'll make his final stand.
That's why they call him
bad company,
and he can't deny.
Bad company
'til the day he dies.
Screams break the silence,
waking from the dead of night.
Vengeance is boiling,
he's returned to **** the light.
Then when he's found who he's looking for
listen in awe and you'll hear him
bark at the moon.
Years spent in torment,
buried in a nameless grave.
Now he has risen,
miracles would have to save
those that the beast is looking for.
Listen in awe and you'll hear him
bark at the moon.
It's all the same, only the names will change.
Every day, it seems we're wastin' away.
Another place where the faces are so cold.
He'd drive all night just to get back home.
He’s a cowboy.
On a steel horse he rides.
He’s wanted dead or alive,
wanted dead or alive.
In the day he sweats it out on the streets
of a runaway American dream,
at night he rides through the mansions of glory
in suicide machines
sprung from cages on Highway 9.
Chrome wheeled, fuel-injected, and steppin' out over the line,
oh, baby this town rips the bones from your back
it's a death trap, it's a suicide rap
he gotta get out while he’s young.
Time keeps on slippin', slippin', slippin'
Into the future.
He wanna fly like an eagle,
to the sea,
fly like an eagle, let his spirit carry him.
he wants to fly like an eagle
'til he’s free,
oh Lord, through the revolution.
But a storm is threatening
The Seeker’s very life today,
“If I don't get some shelter
I'm gonna fade away.
War, children!
It's just a shot away.
War, children!
It's just a shot away.
See the fire is sweepin'
our streets today,
it burns like a red coal carpet
and a mad bull lost its way.”
Out there in the fields
they fight for their meals,
they get their back into their living,
“We don't need to fight
to prove we’re right,
we don't need to be forgiven.”
The seeker feels around for his honesty,
“So, so you think you can tell
heaven from hell?
Blue skies from pain?
Can you tell a green field
from a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?
Did they get you to trade
your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
Did you exchange
a walk-on part in the war
for a leading role in a cage?”
“There must be some kinda way outta here.”
Said The Seeker to his radio,
“There's too much confusion
I can't get no relief.
Businessmen, they drink my wine,
plowmen dig my earth,
none will level on the line
nobody of it is worth.”
Invisible airwaves crackle with life.
Bright antenna bristle with the energy.
Emotional feedback on timeless wavelength.
Bearing a gift beyond price, almost free.
“No reason to get excited.”
The radio, it kindly spoke,
“There are many here among us
who feel that life is but a joke.
But, uh, but you and I, we've been through that
and this is not our fate,
so let us stop talkin' falsely now
the hour's getting late.”
But he knows
that we'll be fighting in the streets
with our children at our feet.
And the morals that they worship will be gone.
And the men who spurred us on
sit in judgment of all wrong,
They decide and the shotgun sings the song.
We'll tip our hats to the new constitution,
take a bow for the new revolution,
smile and grin at the change all around,
pick up our pens and poems,
Just like yesterday,
then we'll get on our knees and pray
that we don't get fooled again.
After this thought, he promises himself,
and any who’s listening,
“Well, I won't back down.
No, I won't back down.
You can stand me up at the gates of hell,
but I won't back down.”
Carry on, my wayward son,
there'll be peace when you are done.
Lay your weary head to rest,
don't you cry no more.
Once he rose above the noise and confusion
just to get a glimpse beyond this illusion.
He was soaring ever higher
but he flew too high.
Though his eyes could see, he still was a blind man.
Though his mind could think, he still was a mad man.
He hears the voices when we’re dreaming,
he can hear them say:
“Carry on, my wayward son!”
He hears! riding off he says,
“Don't stop me now,
don't stop me.
'Cause I'm fighting for my country, fighting for my love.
I'm a shooting star leaping through the sky,
Like a tiger defying the laws of gravity.
I'm a peaceful man who must fight
so I'm gonna go, go, go!
There's no stopping me.
I'm burnin' through the sky,
200 degrees,
that's why they call me Mister Fahrenheit.
I'm traveling at the speed of light!”
There's a place up ahead and we’re goin'
just as fast as our feet can fly.
Come away, come away, if you're goin'
leave the sinkin' ship behind.
Come on the risin' wind,
we're goin' up around the bend.
Bring a song and a smile for the banjo.
Better get, while the gettin's good.
Hitch a ride to the end of the highway
where the neon's turn to wood.
Come on the risin' wind,
we're goin' up around the bend.
In a place he only dreamt of,
where his soul is always free.
Silver stages, golden curtains
filled his head, plain as can be.
As a rainbow grew around the sun
all his stars of love who died
came from somewhere beyond the scene you see,
these lovely people played just for him:
“Green grass and high tides forever.
Castles of stone souls and glory.
Lost faces say we adore you
as kings and queens bow and play for you.
Those who don't believe us,
find their souls and set them free.
Those who do believe and love,
this time will be their key.
Time and time again we've thanked you
for peace of mind.
You helped us find ourselves
amongst the music and the rhyme
that enchants you here.”
Then the door was open, and the wind appeared.
The candles blew and then disappeared.
The curtains flew and then he appeared,
Saying, “don't be afraid.
All your times have come
here but now they're gone.
Seasons don't fear the reaper
nor do the wind, the sun, or the rain.”
We're leavin' together,
but still, it's farewell
and maybe we'll come back
to Earth, who can tell?
I guess there is no one to blame.
We're leaving the ground,
will things ever be the same again?
It's the final countdown,
it’s his final breath,
and with it
The Seeker finds his mark,
“We all hear the call of a lifetime ring,
felt the need to get up for it.
You cut out the middleman.
You got no time for the messenger.
Got no regard for the thing that you don't understand.
You got no fear of the underdog.
That's why you will not survive.”
Mar 15, 2022
Mar 15, 2022 at 8:55 AM UTC