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Creepy Crawlies
Creepy crawlies
Creepy crawling
And all your hairs stand on end
Creepy crawlies
Creepy crawling
And spider webs touch your nose
Creepy crawlies
Creepy crawling
Making all the creepy noises
And creepy crawly up to your bed
Creepy crawlies
Creepy crawling
Like their gonna creep you out
And pull your hair instead!
Creepy crawlies
Creepy crawling
Grab you by your toes
And then they drag you outa bed
And that's how the creepy crawly goes!
Embrace It All
Inspiration keeps me going
To embrace it all.
I'm motivated by the spirit
That all are tied into the universe
By the woven strands
Fibers of being like a spider web
And though I sometimes sit
In the center
Sometimes that wheel
Wobbles on its axes
And I've gone for a ride.
I didn't mean to be this way.
Embrace it all.
I live in a forest in my soul
Where I am the wolf
Running free in the wilderness
Of a mind
And world
Inspired by the mystical eyes of mystery.
Tandem reality,
Your world or mine?
It is ours.
Despite the teasing and the judgments
Despite what you say is
And what is.
Embrace it all.
Today.
Tomorrow.
In the twilight's I live.
My home,
Between your world and mine
Where all things meld as one,
A whole I cannot categorize
No more than shades of sunlight in the crest.
So it is a material world.
So you say.
But can you create a moon
But can you build my mother
The Earth
And cradle in her arms
Her precious embrace
So beautiful
Like the wildflowers.
Can you see the way dew drops sparkle
On a spiders weave?
Embrace it all.
Looming in the shadows in twilight's,
Wolf eyes, gazing on at the village
Where smoke rises from the campfires.
Deal with reality?
Deal with mine,
Come dance with me dancer of wolves
I live that exception, I walk this way.
I'm tribal
Today.
Tomorrow.
Walking down the street like normal,
Forests in my eyes, stars in my hair,
Roots at my feet,
Smiling and wag of tail that someone might come play.
Say you are and I'll bound into the romp
And look around.
Feral child
Embrace it all.
Chosen paths, we choose our heavens and hells
Though I did not mean to be this way.
Sometimes they are just there like
A tiger on the prowl
To mangle.
Someday I believe
Like a wolf silhouette in the setting sun
All the crazy will get used to me
Or I to it.
Wolf peering down, ears forward,
Tilt of head.
In every sneer or snicker or stare of wondering,
In every gaze that meets mine in that stare.
Mystical, mystery eyes I keep wanting to find
In every face I gaze.
As if we say to each other
Into the web I have woven, to never be again
The same.
Embrace it all.
Even Crazy
There isn't a word I can say
As I battle with my own inner things
And try to embrace
Unraveling things that make me feel
A little like Pilot
Allot like Chiana
Eyeing the blue Moya with utmost suspicion
Thinking, "No way ..."
Incorrigible
Even to spirits
Voices
Who are so unlike themselves right now
Quiet and disheartened
With sorrow
I cannot believe that, I cannot imagine
How can I be crazy
If my voices are mourning
The spear launched
The heart pierced
I search for the voices sound
The life lines beyond the inner
An ultimate family
There was a whisper there somewhere
That gave me thought now
To the strange being
My voices in mourning
Oh God
I don't want to feel this way
Inspired Dream
Where they stood on a strange plane
Grasses growing
Ridges of mesa
Where they stood
And the whistles
Could be heard
Dressed for dance
Without dancing
Mountain beings
Where they stood part of everything
Standing still on the strands of the web
Where all things are related
Possibly
Do all things then, relate?
Father, do tell me
Don't send me back to crazy time
Let me sit here in the tall grasses
Where it all looks so good
Feels so good
In my heart
Sinking down through my eyes
Whispering down through my ears
Aching in my hands
Divine like the smell of suade
Racing like a wild mustang through my mind
Down and down into my heart
Where I can then return a sigh
And be glad
The warmth of a blanket is around me
Somehow
And they were quiet aware
Of each other
Of everything
Standing on the outside on this web
Along the edges
Beyond the site that is harnessed
Like blinders on a mule
There they stand
Where things are brighter
Grass is greener
Pipestone is redder
The sky is bluer
A fantastic reality
Where the wind blows and the whistle
Is heard
And the masks made ready
The dressers dressed
To dance
Where time goes faster and faster
So fast it is slower than slow
Like the bionic man when he is running
They said
Hey
Heya
You there
You must be peeking
So we see
Heya
Hey
What a strange place they stay
In my dreams
Mirror Time
Something in the mirror
Standing there I ponder
Not a sound
I don't look in them much
That world inside there
What kind of place is that
Where it's all the same
Looking back
Backwards
Off to one side of my stare
With a host of things on the other
Tables and chairs
A stool and a bar
Where someone sits eating
Unmoved
A picture I wish I could draw
The sign says look in the mirror
So what's reflecting back
I saw the sign
No passing
No U turn
Dip in road
Magic tricks and suggestions
I look up at the stars where that isn't alone
To just interaction
My entire surroundings a dejavue
For every moment within moment
Where the neatest trick of all is times transition
Withins and withins movings and threads
Realisims and realisims and perspectives
In every deminsion
As definable as being the wormhole inside an eternity
Oh God
Mirror time, it blows my mind
Some drift through the All where the masters
Are the ones that know where to stand
While it all passes by
Not actualy going anywhere
Stepping sideways to pass along
Defying something beyond my imagination
Like their knows is a world their own
Stopping in to say hi?
Or tease those things that were my own
Why?
Someone out there
Or humoring me
Where I have been so completely alone
Someone on that thread in the knows
Where if I turned around from the mirror
They would not be standing there
Touch the things inside the pain I have
My knowing
Someone elses whisper
How can you pay attention
In my world?
A place of angels, keepers and universe
Where faeries and darker things
Defunatley are
Prowler, teaser, time shifter
A face in the mirror
Besides my own
In my world
Amazing
Haunting me
Why bother with me, anyway?
Moment
I stood in the living room
I stared at nothing as he talked
He asks me if I can see him
Though I don't want to look
I know I'm dreaming
Even though I'm standing there
So clearly
Staring at the wall
Gaping at nothing
Steady he's talking
Until I remember who he is
Unafraid then, I look
And into the next room he leads me
There they sit, my parents
Like shining new and fresh and alive
I grabb them so tightly
So tightly
And cry
They're telling me and saying
Though how much I know
How long it has been since they died
And I grabb my dads head tight to mine
And I hold my mothers hand
A wolf cry comming from my heart
And the terrible pain inside
Going on, maladjust
It's not the same, not the same
And having to see you there hurt so much
Waking up
And like the kiss or the whisper of some elf
Sweet gentles
You're not there, you're not there
My arms empty
My heart wide open
And the wolf howls
Shared Visions
Wolf and Eagle
Sisters pair
One sniffer of trails
The other to see far ahead
One to the Earth
One to that twist between
Forest and Man
Wolf the one who can grrr
Eagle the one who can soar
Sista, sistas We
Visions and enlightenments
Our fantastic reality
Dreaming and you know
Our purpose no material thing
The dream we dream
Wolf in rauny things a scifi
Ragged orphan wild child
Eagle in understanding ways a tradition
Shining sisters stars
Sharing the vision, the dream, the life
Of the calling drum
Wolf and Eagle
Apon the world and over the land
Sistas We
Womanhood and Moonlodge
The healing time
To gather
Welcomed home
My heartmost desire
Where wildflowers once again lift their heads
All fay and mystical in the forests deepest secretsies
Existance, to know we live, we live
Hiding among you, inside you
In utmost Faerie ways
Great Mystery
Super Sian Power
Super Sian powers he said
And thought I would giggle
Not I, no
Told me how he has a golden power
How his fire is yellow
And thought I would giggle
Not I, no
Said he could lift the refrigerator
With his pinky finger
Super Sian power
In his Goiku way
And peeked at me and asked
Am I believing?
And I giggled
Little kid
How right you are
Little kid
I see your spirit spar and fray and tackle
With all your wrestling toys
And karate styles
Super Sian power
Goiku boy
Golden power
Giant being you are
To survive when you almost died
So I could hear your "Pish!" and "Raarr!"
And mighty morphin super Sian power
Ripping up my living room a tornadoe mess
Breaking things I thought before then
I owned
I giggle
You walk like a power walker
From the damage you survived to your mind
Oh God, how you live now
Nephew
Little kid
Do you believe I think I can?
Yeah kid
Everybody has a Mighty Mouse
And so I clapped for Tinker Bell
Voices and Visions
Some people hear voices that tell them about the world
Helping healing and insights to share
Some people have visions in the night
By the smell of sage
And steaming stones.
I've questioned allot of Man about you
Father Creator
But it's never been like me to worry about you.
I know how things are and that's okay.
Sometimes people hear voices that aid the world
And sometimes we're driven
By what ever is so deep inside
To hear them in our minds.
I hear those voices
Father,
Ones that are not very polite.
They give me bad dreams
Father,
Dreams I wish would let me sleep at night.
I've had a handfull of visions, a world of
metaphysical experiences.
Reality like an exotic thread streaming like water
Drifting through dreams and tandem things.
Never did drugs in my life.
Who needs them with this head?
I was just thinking,
My Father,
Sometimes people have visions,
Sometimes they hear voices
That help the world
And the changes we are having.
Sometimes, we're just ragged raunies like Gypsies
Dancing so mystical on the woven threads.
I've never been one to worry about you,
Father Creator.
I know how things are and that's okay.
I just wish I had no voices so hateful in my head.
Sometimes the experience of them
Feels like I am posessed.
Sometimes they take what feels right
And take the moment to attack.
I'm not afraid to say I fear,
Sweet Father.
I'm not afraid to say how much it hurts me.
I reflect on the lake while I'm fishing
And the cool wind is on me.
What is post traumatic stress?
Like angels that sometimes whack you upside the head?
Like something's inside me like a deviant little pest?
When does this stop? Get used to it?
No way.
But I trust you,
Father.
I trust you as you gave me this life.
I love you and I hope someday these voices
You'll throw out of me like -
Like the way purple flowers float towards me in the lake
On a bed of green,
Listening to Meatloaf on my head set.
Oh Father.
Sometimes people, they hear voices,
Sometimes, they have visions that help the world.
Sometimes they are just driven into them
And they can't remember much about why.
Sometimes they are so ordinary, extrodinary
Or sha
And sometiimes they're just rauny
All ragged.
And that's okay.
Wonder
A concept never grasped lay waiting
A pen lay still never taken
The painters eyes drift from the canvas
And the dreamer journeyd beyond the waking
No description held the color
The brush was poised
Eager to touch the dew drops drifting from the rose
Sparking from its petals
The essance hummed
Tantelizing the tip of the tounge
A crest that teased the shore
But never washing
The dance was made
But never moving
A flash of wild
As a dragon splendored
And looked
Ever teasing to the eye
The lover sighed at the tip of elation
Pleading
Alive
Dreamy with exstacy that never released them
And the concept never grasped lay waiting
At the very edges and fringes
Beyond imagination
It fluttered wings of masterful creation
As free as winds
No brush had ever painted
And the potters hands poured into the clay
Making shapes
Without foundation
And the wonder had no why
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