The Preliminary Promise (w/ Podcast)

The Preliminary Promise

Green, green

All is green.

Welcome to the garden.

Welcome to the scene.

Come and hear us listen.

Come watch us and be seen.

Green, green

Oh all is green!

We are the agents of transition;

The bards of yesterday.

We are like soldiers on a mission

And we must have our say.

We've come to play the music

Of the sleeping instruments.

We've come to tell the tales

And sing the songs of your laments.

[Chorus Repeats]

We are the youthful avatars

Waiting in the wings.

No matter what you think or believe

You will live to see these things (x2)

'cause...

[Chorus & Outro]

Hear It Performed by the Songwriter:

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The Tidal Wave

The Tidal Wave


Doesn't matter how elaborate your sand castles might be
It will soon come and wash them all away ...

El Niño & La Niña stir up whirlpools as they frolic;
It won't be long now 'til high tide floods the bay ...

A lone monarch butterfly flutters its wings against Boreas
Then a hurricane hurries to buffet the quay ...

Submarine earthquakes shall unleash huge tsunamis
So no number of sandbags can secure their delay ...

Primary wave smashes clear past the shoreline
Of what civilization felt fit to flaunt on display ...

Dragged by currents, drowning within torrents —
Underside of an iceberg shows us on our way ...

Submerged in the sea we should finally see
That seam between daylight and dream, isn't what it may simply seem!

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Pagan Prayers (The Giving of Thanks)

Pagan Prayers

Be grateful
Sayeth the Goddess
That she is so graceful
Even though we
Unto her act disgraceful

Misnaming what isn't ours
Because life is on loan
From nature, borrowed hours
These primates rebel; alone
Against all that is at ONE

Due to Patriarchal complex
Matriarchy sits convex
And balance eludes us
Constant conflict among specks
Broken trinity \/ /\ baseless triplex

Well come to third millennium
Leave old beliefs behind in ante-annum
And show gratitude for this opportunity
To actually use one's cerebellum
Who else gets such gratuity?

Don't be an ingrate
Try to appreciate
Gifts no less great
For being invisible
Highest Spirit is clearly Indivisible!

Image: Gaia by Alex Grey

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Axis Mundi (Mythic May Vol. 10)

"History is ending because the dominator culture has led the human species into a blind alley, and as the inevitable chaostrophie approaches, people look for metaphors and answers ... what we need is a new myth, what we need is a new true story that tells us where we're going in the universe and that true story is that the ego is a product of pathology ..." 

~ Terence McKenna

Read the whole article HERE.

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Axis Mundi

Oh Enkidu — lead us lost humans

Back to those ancient forests

Beyond these cities' woes

Mankind be won by nature!

For we've seen from space

The damage we're wreaking

Upon Gaia's gorgeous face

A virus threatens humanity's place

Our technology ought to be wed

To the ecology, 'til all are fed

So that we might learn by analogy

The actual function of spiritual symbology

As it stands, nothing is sacred

Virgin mother desecrated, splayed naked

How can anything evolve in isolation?

Mistaken domination brings about damnation!

Lo Enkidu — we humans verge on extinction

There's not enough identifying (only distinction)

Poetry is powerless to move

People who refuse to improve.

Image: Gilgamesh mourning his friend and equal, Enkidu (who was created by the gods to help him).

Further Readings:

Mythic May 2012

Mythic May 2010

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Pelagic Prosody

Pelagic Prosody

Cinder by shoreline, none could but some can. Echoing a ceaseless arrival, castaways deliriously repeat: shallows resurface!

At edge of Pacific, eternal meaning attained. Waves ground rocks to sand and beckoned beholder to witness: all is process.

One's life like a ship adrift archipelago of sensational obsessions. Dawn Treader seeking after the world's final isles.

 

Identity? A frigate capsized upon rocky shoals at low tide. A veritable flibbertigibbet caught within a whirlpool, which self-importance sustains.

Return to the ocean, in body or mind. Where our cells were first formed four eons hence. Imitate liquified spontaneity.

Sonar under profundities; a depth-charge surges through psychic tides as the secret propagation of unceasing evolution!

Sea-kayak floating atop swells, hear the sound so often heard in shells. Fear not drowning in Earth mother's amniotic flowing.

Have you ever swum at a reef whilst watching marine fauna frolic? Therein life's creative drive is evinced via plethora of colors.

Dolphins gambol in oceanic spray while mangroves lush upon the bay. Motorboats then overtake as tourists chase cetaceans away.

May the sound of surf soothe your nerves and a beach's breeze fill your nostrils. Here gulls sing of solar bounty spilling ashore . . .

Image: Name-glyph of Ahuitzotl (Water Monster), third to last Aztec Emperor.

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