transmeditations volume 2 issue 15

transmeditations volume 2 issue 15
1/9/1999

cold ice slides and collapses with crunch

glacier river runs and feels like I've been punched

face first, frosted up against pained glass

turncoat rebel with plan left awash 

rolling slowly away from the center

right rabble rousers leave what's left 

with the soft sky still turned and unswept 

broad, broad strokes from the artist's brush 

rise and ride leaving breakfast for brunch 

tables turned and set alone while the fading sun sets slowly 

low light sings lyrically and the tired tempo is pulsed 

rhythm and groove like a giorgio moroder tune paced in time

until the night finally falls and the steps stop

to disappear in darkness without despair 

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transmeditations volume 2 issue 14

transmeditations volume 2 issue 14
02/14/1999

hearts beat in time until the beat turns time back to rhyme with what has to be said

digging deep in back of his head 

she is waiting on the edge of the evening she wants to move to manhattan so 

she can be released to seek refuge in warm currents of a city under siege

she wants to dance, take my hand, and feel the warmth knowing that i'll be there

she's willing to cross broken chords and colors to hold onto a promise of forever, but eventually she'll have to let go and move away from the slow burning hell of 48th street

how can she lay so many fears at my feet and expect me to sing new songs as the tenured rock of ages

raw religion takes two turns and twenty-eight times to step up tall towards the eighty-third floor

oh from such heights we would surely stand as giants among tiny diminutive mortal men

idols cast in snowy remoteness, just far enough outside so that we'd have to strain to look back in to see the revolution once again 

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transmeditations volume 2 issue 13

transmeditations volume 2 issue 13

circa 1999

take the blue sounds from the field 

wrap 'em up loosely a save 'em for your soul

every bit counts as the stage begins to be set

don't waste a single day or night 

letting love spin out of control

dry your tears from the puddled parlor floor

just a bebop kid in a country cool town trying to make a living when sun goes down

electric smiles soon surface from the bayou swamps 

shirking seven sins on your super low dose

backbeat clever and easy on the soul

swirling and whirling tapping like a tornado on your toes

wishing us all well from your Corpus Christi home 

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transmeditations volume 2 issue 12

transmeditations volume 2 issue 12
1/3/1999
Washed in the water; drowned like the pages of history...

Pulled from the stones
Drawn like horses on canvas
Thoroughbreds thoroughly read
Now one can distinguish
The mounts from mountains

Muscles bursting with sweat under the sun
Climbing higher to peaks topping the sky
The power now measured with slow purposeful rhythms

Their sources now sighted
The cool rivers must run
Drop by magnificent drop
Until every life comes undone

Weighted and washed from sins lost
The souls of all will be treated as equals
When the infinity of the last star ends


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transmeditations volume 2 issue 11

transmeditations volume 2 issue 11
1/3/1999

The forest will speak to you if you listen...
Too much time to notice is considered a luxury to those who cannot afford the patient price of knowing.

Standing alone to listen and absorb this rich commodity is the most desirable thought to those who require stillness.

Some see nothing except trees and dirt as the shallow brook babbles. Its noise unheard carrying away the thoughtless sunder.

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transmeditations volume 2 issue 9

transmeditations volume 2 issue 9

circa 1999

earth without maps 

location is synonymous

point place of reference
its all anonymous
we draw lines to try to explain
port of call - nowhere
cities lost without names
discoveries, decisions
where did they come from
what were their names
pathways pictured
men make maps
territories now named

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transmeditations volume 2 issue 8

transmeditations volume 2 issue 8
2/2/1999
dream logic

he who controls the spice controls the universe
ghedi prime
prime numbers
patterns to continue
asphalt eden - pavement to palaces to palisades

starlight
gravity exhibition

vegetable garden of delights

television transmission
radio waves
telephone/telegraph

injuries - defective - regurgitation

appearance is 90% of the law
judge not lest ye be judged
fact vs. fiction
appearance is 90% of the law

taking notes to remember important or impressive events
symbolic language to communicate
arena events > control mechanisms

world borders restrain
screams to not exist
tear down the mountains' majesty
stratospheres relinquish what you hold

what makes sense
more than making sense
assemble the information
into recognizable patterns
to chunk-ate in to digestible
even semi-palatable symbolic representation of thoughts, feelings, actions, ideas, fears, facts

what are facts?
just the facts ma'am
latin roots
or just plain truths
a plane can fly
but why?
where does its truth lie?

(c) & (p) 1999 subconscious mind publication company