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I was gratefully listening
to a theologian musician
repeat a rabbinic tradition
of four levels of resonant soul:
individual (egosystemic),
communal (local),
social (cultural, national identity)
global (Earth,ecosystemic).
A mature musician,
like a wise theologian,
sees these four soul identities
as circular
double-binding octaves,
mutually informing up
and down,
in
and out.
As EarthMother's original staging womb
organically recreates
using the fractal language of DNA inscription,
prediction,
predication,
to recreate yet another individual soul,
as BrahmanEarth outside soul
is to AtmanEgo inside spirit
of dynamic resonance,
preferring regeneration as positive
as more power-indwelling
than degeneration as negative.
So, it was jarring
when this musical theologian
referred to human bodies
as machines,
rather than organisms.
Machines seem to be left-brain dominant
power reductions
as compared with
Left with Right-balancing organisms.
For robotic machines,
punishing or rewarding communities,
leviathan bureaucratic
autocratic societies,
lifeless planetary spheres,
power is either on or off,
energy is positive or negative.
For living organisms,
individual through holonically Earth-wombed,
power is both regenerative
and degenerative,
positive and negative;
Not digitally governed by our either/or switch
but analogically healed, developed
and wounded, decomposing
with both/and holistic interdependent consciousness.
Human nature
sounds like a robotic analogy
and hopelessly predictable,
dully rational
as a LeftBrain dominant machine.
Humane nature/spirits
feel organically metaphoric
polyphonic
polypathically rounded
theo/eco-logical music composed
and decomposed,
marvelously trans-rational
as left with right hemispheric balance,
rhythm, communal
pitch, cultural
resonance, EarthWomb global
Soul,
ZeroZone regenerative
more powerful than degenerative,
Yet organic cycles
and recycles,
purpose
and repurposes of life
decomposing death
require both
to recreate
recompose
recologize
recognize
theologize
musical soul
as powerful
resonant
both-thought/and-felt structure.
But, when we started singing together
I knew
for sure
he, as we,
feels more and better
as metaphoric musicians
than analogical machines.
Madness exuded like the
war cries of epic battles
and sagas' past,
the myth of man and
the passionate woman.
As the eruption
began to procure its
preparations, Prince Alarumdives,
a moment with the King,
solace, questioning divinity.
"My father, what troubles
plague us? The trumpets
do sound, do us not, impede
decision, for moment's wisdom,
pray we gather and bring
forth a judgement non-grievous."
"Alarumdives, Alarumdives. . .
why we struggle; and endure,
our precious privy, our passion,
our victorious role, a
maddening hysteria,
turmoil, envy? Malice?
These perilous endeavors
that this kingdom, rightly
now, yours and mine,
forevermore, must uphold,
boldly, righteously, justice
and its decree."
"Father, this constance,
unhappy we, if respect
is compromised, be it for
balance, ignorance I
plead, for precious love,
my Geinere. . . ."
"Alarumdives, your wisdom
exceeds you, a gentle
harmony passed. Be it
sincere, your declarations
to cherish, this unition
of marriage, not as
virtue, for loves' royal
to the commons, not.
Can'st be, your labors,
this battle staging as
war closely approaches,
a test, shall worthy
proven, joy then."
"My father, this Luciferus
impediment, a call to
arms, due parry peasant
royalty. A falling star,
my mercies upon, this
calling of crusade, of
scarlet tides of Eden's
embrace, goodness surely
redeemed. As graceful knight,
I embark, these ardors
of dire tragedies, kingdoms
indifferent, be it of ill-virtue,
of ill-decree? May the spirits
that beckon bring forth
victory."
"Alarumdives, much needful
preparation, call'st to
arms, for the galleys
of this kingdom bulging
with cannon. I am to
the balcon to esquire,
gather, hence I salute."
"The masterful sounding of
the ram's horn, a call
to bravery!"
The hills of high, there
did stand, a large
platoon, the flags of
Scotland, a summoning
to port Wales. Torches
afire, blazening with
the perils of passion
and vixen angelic.
Viewing from afar, a
messenger apart, battle
today, no question.
As both tides
prepared for climax,
the gallians, sure
mighty, though as
the Gods did pray,
only a taste, hints
of nothing more.
The horns did exude,
and battle, that
erupted, was as
the raging winds
of Tyr. . . .
Who is this envious backdrop with tears of joy? With blushing tableau, if you only knew curtains can talk. It is I, smiling wide with arching legs, which begs the question, draping over time Keeping tabs on the borders and travelers. What are you now but then something else entirely. Then there were no applause just whispers in the dark. My darling, it is still I with teaser and tormentors, capturing your eyes and imagination Why must you do all this staging, the drama is to heavy like a dark vail of blackened chainmail Taking a pause for the Olio, brought to you by friend or foe The nervous giggles from behind, dropped just for show. As with the opening, it is I with the laughter of the ages. Addressing or undressing with these eyes, Why so scrim? Flowing with deeper shades of green upon this stage, You child forget, that I knew you before all this bustier and you don't give a damn and I will close with a slight wave.
Lyrics are timed to music
Out there - a distant shore
I’ve seen your face before
It’s De’ja`vu with thoughts of you
Then feelings of a loss, come tomorrow
Sometime - another place
I’ve seen - your smiling face
It’s De’ja'vu of thoughts I knew
Love is meant to be, not the sorrow
I searched, beyond the stars
I looked beneath the moon
I know JUST KNOW - without a DOUBT
My heart - will show me soon
Oh way out there - a distant land
That’s where - my love began
Now De’ja'vu fills thoughts anew
So happy again - come tomorrow
So far, beyond that star
We’ll kiss far beneath the moon
I know, without a DOUBT
My heart will show me where soon
I’m sure, with wings I’ll soar
With love, I knew before
I’ll spread my wings I’ll learn to fly
And never ever again - be broken hearted
Oh we can fly with wings on high
Then never ever again, we’ll be parted
Synopsis of total De’ja’vu play that these lyrics were composed for:
The lives of two lovers was torn apart way back in the 14th century when she was banished. The interference could have caused a Pattern shift of Destiny in the Loom of Time. Could a certain couple be the same star crossed lovers that have searched for each other through many lifetimes over the centuries?
A wise mystical character from the bygone era is a keen observer and blames himself for not intervening. He also wonders that since the Earth is the cradle of humanity, would humans have progressed past the cradle in this day and age.
Foot note:
Ron and I love musical theater. After seeing a disappointing play, he rose to my challenge in regard to the comment he made that he could have written better. The result was De’ja’vu, a Romantic Musical.
I wrote the lyrics in collaboration with him, but due to the enormous staging costs the music was never written and we abandoned the project.
The lyrics for this piece have been tweaked to ‘La mer’, also known as ‘Beyond the Sea’ and one of my Dad’s favorite songs. (Wish he was here, he would have composed the music)
Sorry folks, if and when we find suitable music to the lyrics of the Grand Finale, I’ll post it
He says yes
But I say no
He says stay
But I say go
He says wait
But I wait for my fate
He's away
But I am here
My hearts bleeding
With no opportunity to sear
The smile appears
Then it fades
My eyesight is blurred
My mind is so dazed
The emotions they run wild
Like divorce papers sprawled and unfiled
Always casting me out
Then reeling me in
No matter what I do
I can't win
My nephews and nieces are all that I really care about
Sometimes with all people I want to scream and shout
The smell of alcohol and meth burns my nose
The bloody, blackened tears just flow
My heart's in impound
Too costly to fix
His and my emotions, just don't mix
The tow truck came and shipped my heart
To a tow-yard called "Broken Heart Mart"
No one wants to pay, it costs too much
Everyone makes excuses and such and such
I'm tired of not finding a way
I'm tired of the games guys play
We've invested three years at best
Through thick and thin and awful tests
Love's never forgotten or lost
It's always rediscovered no matter what the cost
I know he'll hike every trail
I know he'll climb every rock
I know he'll park any boat
At any shifting dock
Just to get to me
I know he'd travel the world 5 times over
Just to spend one night with me
To explain it more easier, I know he's in love with me
But sometimes I run out of options to spare
Sometimes I truly think he just doesn't care
Now he talks of starting a life
With a baby involved and me being his wife
The first 5 years are the hardest yet
Like a drama show starting on a staging set
What will I say, knowing our past?
How can I find out if we're going to last?
Where are the answers
To ten-thousand questions
Where is my professor
To teach me love sessions
Can I truly say to myself
That I love him, no doubt
Will I lie to myself to make it be true
Baby, can I honestly say, "I'll start a life with you?"
You may have been sober from alcohol and meth for 3 weeks
But it will surely take longer to mend my heart
And make me go weak in my knees
Like you used to
So grant me this wish, that I ask of thee
Do you really want to start your life with me?
How can human deal with all the other animals with a sense of indisputable superiority? What makes them keep mollycoddling the mean motive of extracting from other animals as much as possible while paying little love or care?
In their eyes, our husbandry only meets their needs for fur, yet our holocaust serves perfectly to decelerate the covid's spread. What a horrible horde of "hypochondriac" hotspurs! Hence nothing but the humanistic & humanitarian outrage's outstretch has sped!
Mauling in flagrant air, they're unscrupulous in self-warranted villainies as the ruling species. Moaning in despair, we're in no position to defend ourselves as cheaply disposable herds. Sweeping and speeding, they have a crash compensation for covid curse coming their way by commencing a cruel culling campaign over pro-peace populations. Weeping and bleeding, we're creating poignant literatures which will snivel sanguinary historicity for later generations.
Does their ferocity really mitigate their discomfiture? Let's take a glimpse at the present picture------which can't be more self-evident------ As a series of crackdowns of necessity get under way:
Large-scale lockdown, shutdown, quotidian curfew, social contact constrictions, manifold travel and transport bans continually and constantly upset human's regular hours and cadences, all walks of life lapsing into doldrums or even standstills and every sector wading strenuously in the swamp of slump, covid sets out an exclusive trip at great ease, staging a worldwide itinerant show in extravagant style, pestering human being all around the globe, tossing them into a vicious circle of "everywhere they've fled, nowhere for them to flee", taunting their knock-off caliber in comparison to a veritable calamity of public hygiene and smashing their transgressive turgidity and turpitude inexorably and mercilessly. But ironically, the more toughly the real corona of covid gets human pinched, the more tightly human gets their imaginary corona clinched, of which the title presumes to be the universe's sole supreme, in which the content, however, contributes to sciosophist's sloppy ream.
It is time for communication decisions
To be the true diplomatic missions
A competitive artistic way to deal with rings interlocking
Due to egotistical intentions wanting information blocking
As they watch the wise grandfather clocking
Veteran memories tick and tocking
Every four years spend two weeks
Staging sporting exhibitions innocent like a child’s smiling cheek
Presenting these athletic events
Replacing anger that spurred war time resent
Seductive entertainment good for the soul
Reminding the world about being bold
When dealing with those deadly and cold
Cast warriors script them to spill sweat and tears
Observed by an audience enthusiastic with cheers
Applauding having no fears
Drafted professional participants in a game in which they are paid
No longer bothering conducting a raid
On the college students getting the grade
Today an invisible competitor has been lured
It is the diabolical health care monster control wanting the floor
Challenging everyone; Is this what you want? Are you sure?
Addressing the issue needing a cure
That tested our patients unprepared and uninsured
With a nasty flu rotten like an apple’s core
And finally, it is time to show it the door
Sending a message
Hoping for a confession
By putting on a display
Symbolically it will say
Stand together
Fighting this emotional weather
Lock those rings
Stating to the leaders, Presidents, and Kings
“We do not want combatting killing hate
Controlling and conquering attitude thinking this action is great
Instead interpret information to get it straight”
Using this thought on a hook as bait
Reeling in God we trust
Into a situation where problems find themselves arrested in a bust
Clearing the blurry lines turning them into dust
And discovering kind humbleness is a must
Light that cauldron with a flame
Wishing those who have fame
Shoulder to shoulder to others having no name
Good luck to you all
Answering this peaceful call
Connections, how are they made?
Perceptions waved in radio, station identification
made, declared, paved.
Frequency paired by molecules in fertile atmosphere.
Staging place of communication,
treble, fade, dialing for gauge of reception,
from antenna atelier.
Or is it more romantic and mystical?
The heart's language is silent, yet profound,
longing long chirps of echoes seeking landing,
fuel and ground.
Or a Mirrored recipercipitation fog window
quench of thirsts at your looking glass,
dripping patternlayed at the seas of Captain's log.
Two souls entwined in cosmic ballet tile,
of spaces connected by tether of joy
in mid-minded-smile.
In cascading sheets.style.
Each touch a brushstroke
on life's grand ports of entry,
creating ripples that swell echoes in mate-ivity.
Plotting of rain-arrow shot from Cherubim bow, perch.
Immerse in cadence, lets spirit burst
forth in desperate Morse, searchlight or APB.
God's creative,
Love in it's art of state of statements to make
all inclusive in it's ivity.
A message of the realm, integrity does do all things.
Relative truths, stirring the connecting of Love's rings.
A chance meeting, a glance, a smile
conducted by hope.
The premise and sound practice of
a magic unbound
Pixie Eloped at Temple or Church.
A marriage of sacrament,
each intimate word a phoenix, in clement ascent,
rising higher and higher.
Capturing the essence, between
betwixt the ever'v'essence unseen, neural net router,
route of accented poetry on a reactive canvas,
true north, of raw and pristine.
Yet connections are fragile, easily undone,
like autumn leaves in the fading sun.
Though love is not a mere ethereal, flower,
or mutable material.
It blooms, it haunts, it wilts to self's crucifixion
within, a return of resurrection, of His imperial,
iCity, New Jerusalem, Ocity translation.
A Goliath Bloom sniffed again
in remembrance of reason, and the angle of
approach is immaterial,
inalienable, just seasons.
Life is time that's awarded to do what you will.
It's your deeds then recorded that chapters will fill.
It's a miracle given, divinely ordained,
That by passions is driven, by conscience restrained.
Life's pretend and illusion and fantastic dreams
It's mistakes and confusion, excitement and schemes.
It's absurd and is strange and a hectic charade,
And is compromise, change, and a joyful parade.
Life is knowledge, perception, pursuit, and romance.
It's invention, conception, and taking a chance.
It is loss and bereavement and battles not won;
But is also achievement and spirit and fun.
Life is striving, prevailing, and staying the course.
It's discouragement, failing, and doubt and remorse.
Life's the people you've met and the challenges dared.
It's forgive and forget and is happiness shared.
Life's experience, pain, the direction you chart.
It's your character, brain and persona and heart.
It's your children and lover and parents and friends,
And the truths you discover, and making amends.
Life's acceptance and choices; it's hope, faith, and fear.
It's the music and voices and laughter you hear.
It's the drama you're staging, opinions you own,
And adventure and aging and fighting alone.
Life is ancestry, gender, appearance, IQ.
It's persistence, surrender, and work that you do.
It's ordeals and decisions, a journey that's new,
And is wishes and visions that fade or come true.
Life is sensual pleasure's delights and their toll
And the moderate measures that urges control.
It's a scenic stampede and bolero-like beat
And the love human's need to existence complete.
Life's a crawl and an amble, a march and a leap.
It's a gallop and gambol, retirement and sleep.
It's a trudge and a trek and a carnival ride.
In the cosmos, a speck that a soul occupied.
Life's routine and surprising, the then and the now,
From a curtain that's rising to ultimate bow.
Life's a marvelous host to whom glasses we lift.
With L' Chaim we toast this magnificent gift.
It was a difficult lesson but alcohol
Was what taught me how to fall
To scratch and claw to a perch so high
It's hard but I sigh I've gotta say goodbye
From here on I will walk this lonely road
But I can't linger on what the globe showed
When faces turn fake and mistake
You for weak so they reach for the stake
Integrity broken I'm real among fakes
And if we don't stop and slam on the breaks
We'll be a mystery lost to the pages of time
And that would be our greatest crime
Stealing time from our youth
We're not ready to face that truth
Because as eyes open and souls have awoken
We're shaken by a world so lonely and broken
Full of callous souls coming out of havens so craven
That perhaps there's nothing left to be savin'
But I'm not quite ready to give up that fight
To strive for a future that I know is right
And I put my hand on my heart
In the face of evil that pulls us apart
A wolf convincing sheep to fight each other
Sister against sister, brother against brother
This devilry is a result of a lack of chivalry
But at the end of the day it will never shrivel me
I'm strong enough to prove I belong
And you won't be able to say I'm wrong
But the media hypes gossip and slander
It's a real lack of candor
And it's not what I stand for
And I demand more
And I'll man picket signs
Even if I'm pickin' fines
But here are the signs
That the times are changing
And it's rebellion we're staging
We're the minute men
Destined to take out the senate when
It's nothing but a hall of corruption
And this is the eruption
The walls are breaking and crumbling
And the ancient fossils are stumbling
But this is an earthquake of your making
Because of the honesty you were faking
But it was a mistake you were making
And now that's a fact that you're facing
Because when sanity unites
It will always win the night