Troubadour

Troubadour

Eros/Shake up the World

EROS

Mortals of clay, Hear this I say, Of daily bread and breath, Only love outlives death, And keeps evil's intent at bay.

Lovers who fight, And cry in the night, And keepers of spite and woe, And players in pageant and show, Love cast no such shadow; but pure light.

In love you can fly, And touch the skin of the sky, Spend kisses like treasure, Love’s worth more than measure, Don’t fall for the wink of an eye.

To find your true one, Look straight into the sun, Don’t be afraid of love's light when it blinds, And trust wherever it shines, And live life as rivers run.

Created like art, When time had its start, A lover is a jewel, Shaped by the sculptor's tool, In your soul keep your lover's heart.

Inhale them like fire, In the breath of desire, Their flesh; light and heat, You growl as you eat, And the top just gets higher and higher.

Give to receive, And know; don’t believe, Whisper your feelings, And rave all your reelings, Don’t let silent tongues make you grieve.

In passion be strong, Die quick to live long, And to keep what you feel, And make it all real, Trust in the troubadour’s song.

Dec. 93

SHAKE UP THE WORLD

She says life is like unscripted music, You’ve got to play what you feel, Hers is the breath that breathed life into this fantasy, And made all this art real, She is the climbing-rose of my soul, She is wisdom; she is a pearl, She is gravity; she is flight, She is the force that moves my world, All the babble in Babylon means nothing to me, She is the beauty deep; spirit whisper's free.

When she moves the world is shook up, Shake up the world, Shake up the world, When she dreams the world is woke up, Wake up the world, Wake up the world. 

She says my soul is my body, Touch it and burn into the now, It’s the same blood in hearts and hard ons, Kiss me; lips will answer how, And I am tangled in your arms, And I’m reaching for my knife, And here is a nickel, For those who want more out of life, Your skin and my soul are one, Man and woman breed angels, Heaven’s not a place, Heaven is a language. 

When she moves the world is shook up, Shake up the world, Shake up the world, When she dreams the world is woke up, Wake up the world, Wake up the world. 

The mystical attraction that brings the bee to the flower, We are each to the other weakness and power, With sight beyond the scene and vision deep and true, The medium is the message; the message love is you, Wake desire with hunger; you the weather's food, Talk and touch listen and feel; create the lovers mood, Your eyes speak of silence; rose petals on fertile skin, And into a universe of two she gracefully lets me in. 

She is a goddess in execution, And the artist of her destiny, But I also see the little girl, Who wants only to be loved and adored, And I want only to love and adore her. 

Bathe in real rain, Shed this petty pain, Let her kisses stain, Ride the moon's train, Love like poetry, Wild and future free, Worship her mystery, Her face in all you see, It's not a fantasy, She makes it real.

Dec. 93

I've Got the Feeling

I’ve got the feeling, And it feels so good, I’ve got the feeling, I wish everybody could, The morning is a miracle and not just another day, My blues are a pretty color and my work is play, I’ve got the feeling, And it sure feels right, I’ve got the feeling, My dreams are gonna wake up tonight.

Oh the magic, I know where it comes from, Not me but god in me.

I’ve got the feeling, And I just can't lose, I’ve got the feeling, And I don’t have to chose, Love is the answer and not just some singer's song, It all feels alright even when it’s going wrong, I’ve got the feeling, And I don’t wanna boast, But I swear I just "did lunch" with the holy ghost.

Oh the magic, I know where it comes from, Not me but god in me.

I’ve got the feeling, And it feels so cool, I’ve got the feeling, I feel just like god's fool, Evil is just some angel's joke and not some devil's pride, Life is wonder and passion not just some pointless ride, I’ve got the feeling, Not even death could kill it, When I need the feeling, She’s always willing to reveal it.

Oh the magic, I know where it comes from, Not me but god in me.

July 93

Comfort

When I feel like I can't go on but I just get up and go no, I think about you, When I feel like I’m a soldier in a war that doesn’t love his country, I think about you, When I feel like the end is near but not near enough, I think about you, When I feel as guilty as god after creating mankind, I think about you.

Oh my treasure chest, Oh my joy, The magic of mystery, A girl and a boy, I know what I’d do without you, Nothing more than what I do.

When the media makes much ado about nothing and no ado about the significant, I think about you, When some asshole on the radio tells the poor to basically go fuck themselves, I think about you, When everything is beside the point and I wonder what the hell is the point, I think about you, When the sky is melting and we’ve just turned up the heat, I think about you.

Oh my treasure chest, Oh my joy, The magic of mystery, A girl and a boy, I know what I’d do without you, Nothing more than what I do.

When the rock and roll doesn’t rock hard enough for me, I think about you, When I don’t have a reason so I use just any old excuse, I think about you, When I write a song that just goes on and on about how much I think about you, I think about you, When I’m standing in line on judgement day ready to deny everything, I will think about you.

Oh my treasure chest, Oh my joy, The magic of mystery, A girl and a boy, I know what I’d do without you, Nothing more than what I do.

Aug. 93

When the Flame Burns Violet

When the flame burns violet, Come to me woman in a rainstorm of passion, When the flame burns violet, I will know your flesh and drink hot kisses.

Let me see your soul shining on your face, Show me once again lover how the art creates the artist, You call that something in me that transcends reason and begs for rhyme, And just like poetry you mean to much to have a definition.

When the flame burns violet, I will show you the beast in me that howls at the moon in you, When the flame burns violet, Reality will suffer self doubt and flesh will be our fantasy.

As if in Eden with my first glimpse of Eve; I am my erection, And we will burn and boil like Hell to bury our souls in Heaven, Love is the alphabet of language - even the brute tongue of lust, And so lover I will make you feel the woman in your being and you will suffer the man in mine.

When the flame burns violet, The world will silence into a rapture of grace and motion, When the flame burns violet, We will rave the soul and thunder the universe.

Jan. 94

Summer Bride

Her kisses are as fresh as eternal mornings, Every time she touches me it’s like virgin-heat, Her eyes match the color of my mood, Her naked body is the flavor in all that’s sweet, She could make me smile on the first day of Armageddon, She could touch my cheek and make me forget what pain feels like, She could walk right into my dreams without waking me up, She says close your eyes love and I will show you the light.

Will you always be my summer bride? When the world is alive.

Well I loved you when I was waiting to be born, And you stepped into my mind like the muse and you gave me art, You smiled as you stole the moon and slipped it into my pocket, You showed me wonder you showed me what’s true you showed me my heart, Oh my love I could whisper an opera into your ear, I could bleed poetry just so you could have a dance, I could make love to you till the sun goes supernova, Turn kisses to wine just so you can really taste romance.

Will you always be my summer bride? Will you always beat the drum of passion? Will you always prove as true as the tide? And when the world seems like old hat will you create new fashion?

Well I live three lifetimes in one night of your embrace, The world’s just a mirror its beauty a reflection of your face, I could carve your form in ivory; put you on an alter worship you, If god gets jealous I don’t care; I’m pagan passion true, I’ve known wings and now I could never give up the sky, The meaning of life that’s just a joke; I don’t even care anymore about why, Your eyes are more wondrous than galaxies; stars and moons, You more poetry than poet fill my head with rhymes and runes, Since you left the company of angels the myth of Heaven can now be proved, With every little grace of motion you perform I am most profoundly moved, In the rhapsody of high summer my love you keep me all the seasons long, Will you always be your lover's pulse always sing your lover's song?

Will you be my summer bride? In October........................

Dec. 93

The Gift

Instrumental

Dec. 93

God is a Woman

From the darkest corner of the cosmos; to the light that finds the soul, From the spellbound meditation; to the cry beyond control, From the clay that makes me man; to the kiss that makes me real, From the thoughts no one can touch; to the flesh that makes me feel.

Senses are the meaning, Spirit enters here, I am hers for dreaming, Her dreams make daylight dear.

God is a woman, ‘Cause she moves me in a way only a woman could, God is a woman, She touches me the very way a woman would.

I move in her reflection, She is my deep connection, She is my passion dealer, She is my truth faith healer, She moves my tongue to sing, Turns winter into spring, Her lips they wet my skin, My teeth; the apple; sin, Her shape is poetry, She shapes the man in me, She’s all that’s real and true, She is my love for you.

God is a woman, The earth blooms like the flowers tangled in her hair, God is a woman, The smell of her perfume hangs gently in the air.

I see the hem of her skirt; dancing in the sway of the trees, I hear her sweet tongue in the song of the morning birds, I see her blush in the little pink sky, I see her wisdom in the order of the planets and stars, And I feel her flesh in the caressing of your hips my love, And everything I could ever be is born in her.

God is a woman, And I am in love with her.

Oct.-Dec. 93

Union

Come to me as soft as a breath, Let kisses say what words cannot shape, Your eyes reflect your lover's landscape.

Let your tongue sing upon my flesh, Take me slowly thru heavens and worlds, Into the silent center of the galactic swirl.

Follow me down into the morrow, Where the universe is draped with skin, Where only sinners escape this sin.

Let me play in your hair like in ocean tides, Let me flavor your lips with idolatrous kisses, And whisper your ear with passionate lover's wishes.

Now angel let me pass thru Heaven's arches, And feather the wings that give us flight, Let your eyes go blind to this common sight, And we will sense that rare spectrum of vision, In ecstasy's sweet oblivion we will pass beyond all worlds and merge into mind, And so to the dance my love; let it spin madly and cast us into absolute union.

Sept. 93

I Lost Count of the Stars

I lost count of the stars, When I looked into the galaxy of your eyes, I lost step with the crowd, When I walked with you in my step, I lost count of the stars, And Heaven's future was your kiss, I lost touch with my pain, As we fell into a conflagration of euphoria.

Sister of beauty; sweet child of wonder, Is that your breath that deals the air, You are my soul, My body’s Earth.

I lost count of the stars, When you moved like a comet across the face of the deep, I lost count of the stars, As you passed your hand across my being, I lost count of the stars, When I saw the silhouette of your prolific curves, I lost count of the stars, When you whispered like a sage into my ear.

Beyond everything that shadows a world, She is the real light that breeds color, In this fountainhead of love, We are consumed in perfection, she lends grace to the hand of the muse, And beauty to the page of the poet, I know her when she calls me, Her voice is rain.

I lost count of the stars, When the universe capsized into the ocean of your love.

Dec. 93

C'est l'Amour

Stars are born casually in the breath of her wit and charm, If a dream wakes up and seeks revenge she keeps this dreamer from all harm, The angels of mercy solicit her advice and taste, Without her presence the spark and beauty of life would be a waste.

And the sky is whispering rain and the world transmigrates into the globe of your eyes, And I am lost on a pristine planet where new colors paint the sky, The gravity of her frame defies mathematics, Yet I calculate with elementary digits the pull of her star, An angel draped in robes of taffeta, Eyes of an autumn morning, Hair of the realized fabric of high summer, Lips of the sensual pout of spring, Her andante voice the serenity of deep winter, She is all seasons to my grateful sphere, When I look into her eyes I don’t see what other men see, I see a world.

I only feel by her touch, I never have felt so much, She moves in perfect motion, Like the magic of tide and ocean, A wake of wonder trials her, Her beauty never fails her, Her eyes look so deep into me, I have felt her being pass right thru me.

In wild tenderness I treasure her like breath, Everyday I strive to be worthy of her perfection, She defines the profound in brushing her hair, In every little grace of action and whisper of thought she gives me the soul of life, She paints the color in the rainbow and inspires the muse, I meditate for ages on this perfect innocence she captures on her face from time to time, And I stand a willing captive of the ensnarer, And the future is an unwritten poem and the poet is yours to inspire.

Dec. 93

Scheme of Things

From primordial ooze the mystery beget, From the beginning I loved the wiggle of your DNA strand, And she; now more than the thought; the actual thought process, And this thought process longs to proceed to action in your arms, And this desire that predates memory and will outlive its own greed, Has the nobility to heal the sick and the barbarity to sicken the healthy, The very span of the heavens seems no more vast than a glance of your eyes, And to drink in slowly that ambrosia of your face makes Heaven seem a lesser prize, And when your body just gets in the way when I wish to fondle your mind, I kiss even softer your body and at once I am found in that land, In this casual miracle of world; stars and kisses, Her lips answer quest and question and so wonder is its own kiss, She is that daughterless dream that makes beauty desire to be born, And that chemical in things that gives the Earth its color, That’s just how love is.

Oct. 93

Of My Flesh

She comes dancing right out of my head, She’s got blonde; brown; black; red hair, She pulls me to her with her eyes, Her eyes are brown; green; blue; and gray, She is part of me; I can feel her thoughts, She’s as subtle as breathing; her soul is of my flesh.

I take her; she is the shape of my hands, She moves me profoundly, We make love, We are involved in perfection, Because we are existing outside of the context of time, And it is a bliss to hold myself in your arms, And it feels like..............

A fresh moment has started and time comes rushing in, And she melts out of my arms and back into my mind, Where she stays with me; real like thought, And each moment brings us closer into sync with eternity, When in the true consummation, I shall dance into her mind.

March 93





For Rebecca, Who brings me Love, Kisses and Rhyme.

Released 28 January 1994 All Songs Composed, Performed and Recorded by M.M. Except - Violin and Vocals, Jeanni Cioffi.