Still breathing Living still From oceans deep an immortal spill The waters testing in the fullness of time What’s in your heart? Who’s on your mind? Having received the Love Memorandum from Planet Freedom Regarding that love that doesn’t change in the wildest of weather and through all that’s strange Of love forged in the fires of forever Love that gives meaning and substance to this existence A love that never fails like the latter rains of a summer harvest
I just don’t care who you follow the stuff that you say and what you think that you know In the deepest despair from way down below through haunted streets I’ve driven that manic and heavy traffic to a place where even the light retreats And I’ve known the sweetest caress of a gentle whisper that roared like a tempest through my very soul
That driving heat radiating off Wall Street, an insatiable power lust where total control is a must. But it isn’t just the money, honey that wets your appetite with pretty maids all in a row. Like the lines of blow that flow up your nose from way down below.
In the lounge room of my childhood there’s this little box made of wood, and when I open it’s varnished lid up pops a proudly painted stork. A cigarette wedged in his beak with the promise of something good.
“Care for a Peter Stuyvesant? They’re tailor made for the Jet-Set! You’ve been on a plane, and you’re a big boy now, all of nine, so try one of mine. You’ll find the taste most pleasant. Ignition … prepare for take-off. Never mind the cough. You’ll soon be feeling fine.”
Can you measure a bird of flight by the weight of a single feather? Can you look into the face of a child and not see the deepest treasure? Yellow, black, brown, or white … love divine is at the heart of the matter Where hatred is a raging river there’s a purpose for the yet to be hero of great valour who sees beyond the muddied surface More precious than gold or silver that wide eyed innocence The loving potential of the truly essential … Imaginessence
“I’m a hog for you, baby. Can’t get enough of your love. When I go to sleep at night That’s what I’m dreaming of. One little piggie went to London. One little piggie went to Hong Kong. This little piggie’s Comin’ over to your house Wee wee wee be makin’ whoopee Cookin’ that cracklin’ Makin’ sweet lovin’ bacon All night long. One little piggie ate pizza. One little piggie ate potato chips. This little piggie’s Comin’ over your house, mamma. Gonna level with your sweet lips.”
Like links in a chain I was strung out somewhere between those merry little elves reaching for the light and the servants of pain dwelling in the dark Having spent a lifetime bent circling the extreme of an astral plain within a fevered brain headed down the drain The ecstasy and the insanity Yet the message was sent Called by name . . . “Be wholly sane! And man … don’t forget to repent! You’ll never be the same.”