Days

Days

Days 

Days drift by innumerable, In the great chasm of space and sanction of time, Light in the retina; flowing water laws, Humbled; transfixed before the alter of change, Matter: energy; crumble in dust, As the great march moves on unheeding, One soul struggles to find its place; looking down both sides of eternity. 

Days falling from my memory, Future stands looming like an enemy, Life springs from its mysterious womb, And leaves you here to carve your tomb, Dreams slip into the great trap of the night, Never to be found in the morning light, Swallowed alive by the dying, A birds not free he’s just flying, And I wonder what’s hiding in this maze, At the end of all these days. 

Nov. 91

The Art of Falling 

I’m full of the night, Broken bits of the moon, Lay scattered in my soul, Midnight’s secret soon, There’s a stranger in my house, My sanity has moved out, It may look like truth, But it feels more like doubt.

Standing on the solid earth reaching for the stars, Trying to go the distance between Venus and Mars, Lost to the wanting; lost in the calling, The science of climbing; the art of falling.

Beauty evades me, My angel took to the wing, Sorrow spit in my face, And then started to sing, Can't pin point the pain, Can't spell it out for you, Didn’t have to hold my breath, To turn this blue.

Standing on the solid earth reaching for the stars, Trying to go the distance between Venus and Mars, Lost to the wanting; lost in the calling, The science of climbing; the art of falling.

Please don’t touch me, I don’t think I could feel it, When the dead are dying, They don’t wanna heal it, Worthless metaphors, Just do the deed, I may want, But I just don’t need.

Standing on the solid earth reaching for the stars, Trying to go the distance between Venus and Mars, Lost to the wanting; lost in the calling, The science of climbing; the art of falling.

March 90



The Director's Chair 

Well it's been a hard day on the set, There was this one important scene that took twelve takes, I’ll go home now and just wait around for tomorrow, From now on it's first run features; no more remakes, I’m making the movie of my life, And I don’t even have the leading role, I can rewrite this script but I cant rewrite my soul.

Just another movie; just another plot, Soon to be critiqued; soon to be forgot.

The leading lady she’s a dream come true, But the leading man takes her kisses till I call cut, I always want to call it to soon, It’s always if I could; but, So there I am trying to taste her lips with my eyes, When I want so bad to step into the scene, I call cut and say more lust; more feeling, But that’s not what I mean.

Just another movie; just another plot, Soon to be critiqued; soon to be forgot.

So as I set here tonight I’m thinking about, How I should shoot that final scene, Should it be famous; should it be subtle or to the point, What should it say; what should it mean, I think I’ll have me a few more drinks, Pretty soon now I just won't care, You don’t get hurt and you don’t get healed, When your setting in the director's chair.

July 90



A Moment's Reverie

Instrumental

Nov. 91



Wonder and Passion

Within this sweet dark secret, I pass in the season's way, A child skipping thru the kingdom, A miracle molded in clay, Sometimes it seems empty motion, Like lovers who kiss just to tell, But flowers they fall from the heavens, Tracing a shooting star's trail.

Wonder and passion keep life in the living, Wonder and passion keep my mind out of time.

Ancient dreaming sky, Earth and spirit mingle in breath, The dawn paints a new masterpiece for the day, Sky and dirt mingle in life and death, October’s trees and April’s blossoms, The crucifixion of her kiss, The broken rhythm of the night, And all the pain the passion forgets.

Wonder and passion keep life in the living, Wonder and passion keep my mind out of time.

The vacant beauty of a tear stained eye, Let me carve a rain sculpture from the rain, I see angels moving thru the fog, I can see their motion is not in vain, I touched the fog; it turned to light, My mortal coil froze at the sight, I know it's heaven sometimes it's hell, But when it shines its beauty no rhyme can tell.

Wonder and passion keep life in the living, Wonder and passion keep my mind out of time.

Nov. 91



She's So Subtle 

Like the moon moves the tide, She moves the thought of her thru your mind, In the place where the forgotten go, She don’t know what you’ve lost but she knows what your trying to find.

It's like nothing trying to hide behind a ghost, Like a ship at sea listens to the foghorn on a foggy coast, But it will knock you down like a cool night staring into space, Yeah she’s so subtle until she slaps you in the face.

Like her calm eyes gaze out across a bleak horizon, Like her fingers move down the seam of my heart, Sometimes I can barely feel her touch, And sometimes it feels like she’s gonna tear me apart.

It's like nothing trying to hide behind a ghost, Like a ship at sea listens to the foghorn on a foggy coast, It's like bending down to take a kiss and instead getting a shot of mace, Yeah she’s so subtle until she slaps you in the face.

In the place where the unknown stays in hiding, Well she don’t know what you’ve lost but she knows what you're trying to find, Sometimes you feel the silence and sometimes it's just ordinary life, Sometimes she just likes to remind you the only difference between the two is your frame of mind.

It's like nothing trying to hide behind a ghost, Like a ship at sea listens to the foghorn on a foggy coast, So you better watch it she’ll trip you up if you can't keep the pace, Yeah she’s so subtle until she slaps you in the face.

Sept. 91

Absent Lover 

Look at her; she’s beauty’s very breath, But why this discord in her harmonious grace, She seems to think her life is just a slow death, She got up to find a better seat and all she did was lose her place, and now the sun is just a black hole, And her heart of hearts is just another lost soul.

And the earth cries come to me I will hold you in my arms, And the sky is in tears for her absent lover.

She looks out across the horizon then just looks down at her feet, And she turns out the light and puts the book back on the shelf, She just feels so sour and the world still seems so sweet, Must be sad to always be so disappointed in your self, Why all this hurt she’s not in pain, it's just water; all this rain.

And the earth cries come to me I will hold you in my arms, And the sky is in tears for her absent lover.

Her senses shift to make room for the seasons, But the heavens just sigh and the Earth just shudders, Life’s mysteries and rhymes escape without reasons, The violin just shrieks and the singer just stutters, But she goes on and treats the answer like a riddle, She sees the wonder and the passion but she just stays in the middle.

And the earth cries come to me I will hold you in my arms, And the sky is in tears for her absent lover.

Nov. 91



Days (II) 

Days drift by innumerable; life in its timeless ease, Whose secret heart can fathom its depth, The barren landscape of paradise and the morning’s rush, The sleep of October; April your broken mother, Make it sweet whose song is swallowed, Stand humble before the changing architecture of movement, The heavens hang in silent mystery, The mind is colored by the sky and forgiven by the rain, Eternity is spent by the moment's vain hunger, Scared and in tatters the dreamer struggles back to the morning, The restless river; the raging sea of life, Fate is but one wrong footfall in the steps of faith, Memories survivor wears the laurels of sorrow, As his time trapped mind tries to grasp the future of bones and dust, Mornings come like a dead promise; nights wait like a panacea, Days drift by innumerable with all the vague perfection of a dream.

Dec. 91



The Golden Age
 
Real life seems to slip right thru our hands, Tangled in this; trapped by that; with all that living demands, Swayed by good luck and other false prophets, Blinded by faith and so tempted by logic.
Wait for the light of the golden age, Wait for the words from the poet's page, Time is the anger of eternity, For not knowing now is all there will ever be.

Empty motion; day after day, We know where were going we just don’t know the way, Confusion becomes our companion and our guide, As we find our lover and dream of our spiritual bride.

Wait for the light of the golden age, Wait for the words from the poet's page, Time is the anger of eternity, For not knowing now is all there will ever be.

Every heart stands in the balance of the freedom and the cost, In the light there is a shadow for every soul that is lost, Life is the only reason not to just lay down and die, But sometimes you feel the fury of a bird trapped in only sky.

Wait for the light of the golden age, Wait for the words from the poet's page, Time is the anger of eternity, For not knowing now is all there will ever be.

Dec. 91



Bed of Roses 

In the falling away of the last sunset, When the sweetness of nullity calms all regret, Where at last my true lover is finally met.
I’ve suffered in kindness and grown strength in scorn, The fate of seeming; not being; knows all who are born, And so for life not death is it I mourn.

And now without pity pull the last tooth from the lion’s jaw, With careless ceremony break the last remaining laws, And then jump from the height from which a weaker man falls.
So take what the first night denies us and the last dream shows us, And when I have ceased the senseless babble and stopped these pitiful poses, Take my dirt born flesh and bury it in a bed of roses.

Dec. 91



Know Don't Know 

I’ve fallen out of place, But it's not like a fall from grace, Time ran faster than the clock, I thought eternity was my rock, Blood-sucker squeeze the juice, My future’s wild and running loose, The lady she sent for me, She said you're much too blind not to see.

I just like to be lost to see what I can find.

Like a bird trapped in only sky, There’s no place to lay down and die, On a blue horizon and cloudless days, Too many ones too many ways, Just cover the night with a blanket of dreams, Silence and sorrow; shipwrecks and moonbeams, A bounty of beauty and a morsel of truth, Calling the cosmos from a telephone booth.

I just like to be lost to see what I can find.

She has fallen from her grace, She fell right into my favorite place, Oh it was only a star, I didn’t know we were going this far, Trying to stay in the light, When I know; know; know; don’t know it's alright.

I have been lost but just look what I have found.

Oct. 91

Outrageous Fortune

To drown in this sea of trouble, To lose your harvest to the wind, To out live the master of fate, To be a rock covered in winter snow, To be the man that sells time to the clockmaker, Forever gathering time for your enemy, To let fall the leaves of October, To bury the dead in the living earth.

"To suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune".

To bang the drum for the ones who dance, To sleep alone without your dreams, To be trapped like a bird in only sky, To be a star that can't be seen by the naked eye, To be guilty of the future and innocent of the past, To have a soul that drains the blood from your heart, To make it thru the rain and be denied the rainbow, To be a beggar living in utopia.

"To suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune".

To steal from the rich and get robbed by the poor, To be the lover of the celebrated darkness, To be like Christ wondering on the cross, To be lost in your own hiding place, To be able to feel but not allowed to touch, To be a king who is ruled by a heartless queen, To never ever; ever wake to a dream, To be sent by the river to a dumb and blind ocean.

"To suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune".

Oct. 91


Released 01 December 1991 
All Songs Composed, Performed and Recorded by M.M.