A Quick Edit

Look up on the hill where the child dies,
his body spread across a wooden stake.
Pull that rope now angel and watch him rise.


It saves the meter and I think it's better anyways. I might abandon this verse.

An Unexpected Visitor

I was very fortunate today. I had a very unexpected visitor show up on my doorstep. I enjoyed a conversation with her. She is probably the only person who actually reads this post. She recently read my lyric titled "As The Sun Settles" and has asked for an explication.

As the sun settles down
in the evening time,

This signifies the end of a day or period of time. It is tied to my other poems.

The sky is colored in
salmon and steel
like a mind and heart
melting into one
over their world.

This is also tied to my other poems. The collective title of many of my writings will be "Enter The Earth." It is a (loose) conceit in which I write about myself in the form of a world. ("I watch the world...as I write my spirit into it.") A theme of the collection is the conflict between the mind and heart and a failure of the two to reconcile. The blending of the colors in the sunset signify that reconciliation finally occurring. It's a metaphor I took from a piece of older writing and then modified.

It's been so long that I've lived my life
like a man looking for a wife
while still sleeping with a whore.
But not anymore.

NOTE: These lines are slightly edited from their previous version. They were edited to clarify the meaning and to be better adapted to the music they go with.

This is not an original metaphor. It's from Thomas Paine's "Common Sense." He wrote it to demonstrate that a good form of government can not be established while the law-makers are still in the mindset of a bad government. The three lines are about ideology. I wrote them when I was heavily focused on politics, and so they are partially political. But, they are also theological. The collection of poems I've written are largely about religion. The whore is a way of believing, not an institution. It is what has kept me from finding a belief that will make me at one with myself.

The rest of the lyric is musical fluff.

Lyrics

I have made a new journal to house my collection of lyrics.

The URL is thecommonastronomer.blogspot.com

As The Sun Settles

I wrote this today, which is pretty significant because I haven't written anything in months.

As the sun settles down
in the evening time,
the sky is colored in salmon
and steel
like a mind and heart melting into one
over their world.

It's been so long that I've lived my life
like a man looking for a wife
while still sleeping with a whore.

But not anymore.
Yeah, it's over now. It's over now.


The sun settles down.

Moving Along

I had to sacrifice the meter, but here's the next stanza of that poem as it stands now. It will certainly go through substantial revision before it's complete.

Blow that trumpet Angel and watch me rise.
I'm sleeping in my grave; It's time to wake.
The only skies I need are in your eyes.

Up on the grassy hill where the child dies,
pulled apart across a wooden stake,
tug that rope now Honey and watch him rise.

The Root Cause of Apostasy and Liberal Religion

I consider this to be a Divine principle:

When a person has an experience of the Creation which is not in harmony with a religious Doctrine, that person must make a choice. Either they choose that their experience of the Creation is somehow false or they choose that the religious Doctrine is somehow false. One is liberty, the other bondage.

God's Greatest Gifts

The greatest gift God has given us is ignorance because it gives us our will. Without our will we would have no life.

The second is sadness because without it there would be no happiness. Sorrow is the cup that holds our joy (the metaphor belongs to Kahlil Gibran).