Waiting in the Soul Electric
“Waiting in the Soul Electric”
We all drown
in the red madness
Like torn pages
we rise rebellious
on all the blazing currents
floating on a thin simile of Life
kissing the Bluebird’s Wings
as innocent as an angel sings
confessional as a demon swings
pirouetting in our flaming
feathers of freedom
we joust like eagles
that dare with such hunger
for the most important things -
for the most important things,
are not things...
we are harm and hatred
all the wasted years thinning
all the mirrors useless
hearts that were frozen
become quills royal veined
writing bonfire vanities
burning, we are hard steel
we do not melt
in the hot air up there
we do not open
we are closing doors
windows blinds drawn
the ink tattooed
on all our tongues
What is read
is not seen by eye
there waits the truest
there ignites the real meaning
there Love finally opens
the pearled gates
in the soul electric
ultra violet, cool it burns
bathed in light, soothing
open arms patiently waiting
like a parent
(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
"Sign of the Times" / Harry Styles
"The atmosphere is not a perfume,
it has no taste of the distillation, it is odorless,
It is for my mouth forever, I am in love with it,
I will go to the bank by the wood
and become undisguised and naked,
I am mad for it to be in contact with me."
"Have you reckon’d a thousand acres much?
have you reckon’d the earth much?
Have you practis’d so long to learn to read?
Have you felt so proud to get at the meaning of poems?"
"Stop this day and night with me
and you shall possess
the origin of all poems,
You shall possess
the good of the earth and sun,
(there are millions of suns left,)
You shall no longer take things
at second or third hand,
nor look through the eyes of the dead,
nor feed on the spectres in books,
You shall not look through my eyes either,
nor take things from me,
You shall listen to all sides
and filter them from your self..."
"I have heard what the talkers were talking,
the talk of the beginning and the end,
But I do not talk of the beginning or the end."
"With music strong I come,
with my cornets and my drums,
I play not marches for accepted victors only,
I play marches for conquer’d and slain persons."(excerpts: Walt Whitman's, "Song of Myself").
"Song of Myself"/Walt Whitman, 1892, entire poem.
Walt Whitman/"I Sing the Body Electric"
"Whitman's work breaks the boundaries of poetic form and is generally prose-like.He also used unusual images and symbols in his poetry, including rotting leaves, tufts of straw, and debris.He also openly wrote about death and sexuality, including prostitution. He is often labeled as the father of free verse, though he did not invent it."
LYRICS/ "Sign of the Times", Harry Styles
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