disappear my love...
go on your travels
aspirations and dreams
desires, wants, and needs
what we think we want
what we yearn for
sometimes...
based on what we do
with feverish intent
or by miraculous chance
we get what we want
dreams come true
kinda...
as morphed dreams
lesser than visions
and plan b-ish versions
unlike the movies
not an ansel adams
but more a good sketch
evident of some divine hand
revealing...
deeper life lessons
forever forging a path
of some unmapped road
a progression to
what...
the next transition
july 18, 2025
The Center for Reincarnation Studies
easing into a
lovely summer day
madzun and berries
and old style reading
an actual newspaper
actually reading
leisurely turning pages
folding and unfolding
in july sunlight
espresso demitassed
totally mused by
a gracious wish for a...
smooth morning
something special
even more fragile than
the, so called, true love
they mostly write about
maybe not fragile
just harder to keep
the borders, clean, and clear
a deep and abiding
tightrope, both so taut
and hard to traverse
harder to reverse
or advance
on that beautiful edge
in-between several states
of consciousness and being
or just simply, trying, to be
learning how to better
marvel the unknown in
which are lucky to have
touched souls without
mating on this plane
or in this lifetime
july 6, 2025
the acropolis of a dream
Stop making wars
Killing and oppressing
And all for what
And all for what
Chorus:
Leave us all be
Let us all live free
To work and raise families
And pray as we please
Leave us all be
Let us live free
Shed your egos and
Always wanting more
Power and money
Power and money
Look at us performing
All different but united
In love and music
In love and peace
Verses
It was a glance
Just a glance
Our hearts melted
A soft jasmine breeze
You heard me sing with
The first notes of your nay
Song bird
(albilbil) amongst the reeds
Our eyes turned brown to blue
We talked and sang old songs
We sipped tea, ate oranges
And talked and longed (ached) for
What could never be
Verse in other maqam and rhythm
Tea and oranges
Old and young
This tribe or that
This and that
Do they matter
Why? Why?
Chorus
Never to be
Just a dream
Almost a fantasy
For you and me
June 2025
A first attempt at writing lyrics
with a nod to Um Khalsoum and Leonard Cohen
simply... so beautiful
a smile brighter than
the golden sun in fall
that colored your hair
and forged your eyes
sometimes hazel
sometimes ice-blue
but that beauty pales,
is out shone, by your
truer golden glow,
and a peaceful warmth,
all from the more genuine
beauty that radiates from
your pure and passionate
heart and soul...
