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My life through the eyes of othersArchive for March, 2009
Lost in transit.
Wood work. Signs with vanishing arrows, cobbled alleys, dripping rebel paint, musical mosquito cathcers, dirty meat markets, fire dumpsters, buildings and bulldozed buildings, pebble beaches, fire engines, red cross engines, sirens !
I’m a long way from home.
traitors song
1.
I have seen this day in my dreams,
cleaer than the ray of the golden sun,
than the rain drop that runs down leaves,
than the most clear cut precious stone.
2.
From the womb of the abyss,
to the rugged walls of old jerusalem.
For when the wise one held me to the light,
the soothsayers rattled with fever.
3.
Their song was bourne into the night air:
He who has ears should listen,
he with eyes should see.
For this one was gourged,
from the clay of the earth.
4.
Shall no man have the might to fall him,
Shall no woman have the wile to seduce.
He is from curse a gift,
a begining of things that will end.
5.
‘O’ the days have come and gone,
by my sword iv’e conquered,
as it was written,
as i had seen it.
6.
I saw the night of your birth,
midwives…..
in the shadowy nooks of candlelight,
no one dared to speak.
7.
‘O’ Brother!
Can you walk the path of Brutus?
To the hanging noose of Icariot.
Would you have this as your rhetoric?
9.
I knew this moment would ensue,
I had seen it in the visionary,
I knew not it would be,
to the hand of you chivalry