I stand here, under the the burning tree. A rain of lightning casts shadows of each hill. They are the bones of giants, left from the last great days when heroes could call from mountain tops and have eagles take them back home. The World Stands Before Me We live in a world of noise. …
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When the World Echoes
When the world echoes in one ear
out the other runs a voice
in a flapper dress.
You have no choice to put on a show. Offs
any notion of peace.
And when they say, just carry on, the voice
runs a marathon of laughter.
It says in a whisper haunting each step,
You’re an ant on a boot which walks the Milky Way.
Remember that when you think you’re okay.
You try to scream for the red stop light.
But voice careens into your mind,
metallic bits of self. Scatter, clatter, fall.
Bounce once. Bounce twice.
And they say, just carry on.
We don’t see any blood.
So you carry on, because the blood’s in your head.
Always there, dripping.
but outside you aren’t slipping.
It stays in your cave.
Stalactites and stalagmites in mind.
Waiting to spear you thrice the next time
you fail at life.
When the world echoes in one ear
out the other runs a voice
in a flapper dress.
Your legs are not yet chopped. Don’t be weak.
Says the voice. The lights are up, the music started.
Just carry on.
Just carry on shouting to silence.
You’re only an echo.
Lyric Poem: Far Below A Whispered Moon We Seek
A Lyric Idea
A lyric poem written in celebration of stories. The image which inspired this piece came together thanks to various images from creative commons of flickr.
I value that which I can create with my own two hands, so this is a rare piece. However, I sometimes find as much value in creating new images or stories from pieces of others. A remix of sorts.
In this, I refer to both literal stories and visual stories, told as oral tales in ancient days or photographed and formed by people today.
To the power of the story!
Far Below A Whispered Moon We Seek
Far in the misted west, lingering in the deep of the moon, hear the call of the white wolves, whispering to the loons.
Long ago and past the fields, full of thundering deer, sits the silverwood in faerie song that echoes across a lake’s mirror.
If you hear the voice of adventure, don’t forget your hat. Wear it high and proud in sun song, but when the rain storms down, beware the thundercat.
Listen to the wind as it circles empty branches, a herald to the snow that comes, crashing a wave of avalanches.
In the deep night of spring, ‘round circles of stone, hear the call of the folk, it speaks to the stories in every bone.
ARR~Moony