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The Moonstone Lord & The Amethyst Jewel of the Moors
© 1986 ~ JDR
Standing on my balcony
With the morning and this song,
In the fog that lay across the valley
Is a feeling never gone.
I lean upon the banister
In hope that I will see,
The lady with the Golden Hair
Riding through the fog to me.
And alas, such a day it seems, so far away,
Elusive as the butterfly;
For it is time that be the enemy of my heart,
Blood of emotion, unable to cry.
Woe to the sanctuary of the shadows
Where my Moonstone Castle lay deep within,
This Jewel of Amethyst has swallowed me,
Tempting wings on my heart again.
The Wizards and their confounded magic,
Trapped in the alchemy of the spell,
The grasping claws of the tragic,
Where the end of Love is the entry to Hell.
Arrives a messenger from across the Moors,
Without breath he tries to speak,
"To have the Amethyst Jewel of the Moors at your side my Lord,
You must choose a day and a place to meet."
When and where the Lavender Jadeite Dragon Vase,
From the Ch'ing Dynasty is put away from public display,
This will be the time for her finest lace,
Go back now and hear what she has to say.
The silent messenger on muscled horse,
Road hard against the wind,
Through the valleys of the sorrowed Lord,
To the Moors of the Jewel again.
Thus, the Lord sat staring
Into the oblivious day,
Awaiting the slow return of the messenger,
And for what the Jewel may say.
Onwards, to dancing madly backwards,
Over thoughts of curiosity,
Sensations felt ever so deeply,
And yet, it is only a dream.
Reality, this thing bewilders me,
For there is no escape from its claws;
No matter what it is thought to be,
It will remain what it always was.
And fantasy, ones imagination, soul-real,
Patting all life with its paws;
Occasionally, perhaps, it slices reality like cold steel,
No doubt it has just cause.
Days gone by, never to return,
'Tis now the Jewel does make my heart yearn.
Nights slip away, gone with the sleep,
Another rising of the fog so deep.
The nightmares reflected on each new sun,
Of the illusion felt once by everyone.
Over morning tea and delicate rice cake,
Where there is no Love is always too late.
Never to know love in the time of need,
Ten thousand hoof-beats pounding beneath my steed;
The Sword of Time, slashing against my shield,
Echoes with the messenger crossing the field.
There is honor and peace upon the sword,
The has nay departed its humble scabbard,
It has never tasted flesh, nor blood has it poured,
And when the Lord called for Peace, none gathered.
Across the bridge and through the fog,
Into the courtyard, dismounting, he pet my dog,
Up the endless stairway the clang of armour sounded,
Deep within my chest an awaiting heart pounded.
A devoted court of servants all stood silently by,
As the Wizards carried him to my throne.
Fire of anticipation shooting from my eyes,
"Sorry my Lord, the Lady was not at home."
Ahhg!! Time!! It is always against me!!
Unable to conquer, I can never win!
Am I doomed to be locked in this castle of stone,
To my last breath, to my very end?!
Sharpen my sword, prepare my horse!
I understand to do this thing myself!
Forget not my lance if I disfavor a beast,
And who the hell let in this Elf?
Of this lately discovered creature,
Dragging a spear within its hand,
"I was asked to protect you my Lord,
But I can see you don't give a damn."
What's this I hear! Exclaimed the Lord,
Who sent you to be in my way?
"Twas the Jewel of the Moors, my Lord,
And I've been ordered to stay."
Nye, be off with you,
I don't need an Elf hanging around,
Make yourself useful elsewhere,
Before I have you bound.
The Elf became disgruntled, stomping its foot,
Then threw its spear upon the ground.
"You are a rude Lord, but take another look,
As I stand before you and spin myself around."
A cloud of smoke rose into the air
In a poof the Elf was gone,
And left standing where it once stood,
Was the Jewel of the Morning Song.
The Lord fell to his knees and bowed,
Forgive me my Lady, how was I to know?
"Rise my Lord, stand firm in your honour,
Take my hand, for it is time for us to go."
Alone in the grove of trees,
Beyond the castle walls they strolled,
Staring into each others eyes, tracing all the tears,
Losing strength to all that was controlled.
The Lord recalled the magic of the Wizards spell,
Of a moment in time, captured by emotion;
All may be lost in the ringing of premature bells,
Without pride of grace and truth of devotion.
The power of Knights and Wizards,
The wisdom of the Dragon and the Unicorn,
All are weak and have no fine setting,
In a kingdom where Love is torn.
We dream and we want to believe,
But the sword makes its cut before we see,
That the Mask of Love carved smooth from stone,
Fits every heart in times of need.
But...
Standing on my balcony,
With the morning and this song,
In the fog that lay across the valley,
Is a feeling, never gone.
The WOODCARVER
© 1980 ~ JDR/HOC
I knew a woodcarver and his name was Dave
He lived up in the mountains in a wooden cave
He carved on the wood that he found on the ground
And his uncle kept tryin' to cut Dave down.
The price of your taxes is the cost to be free
Can't near afford no luxuries
But Dave would sit and carve and he'd sing his song:
"All I wanna' buy is a sharpen'n stone...."
"All I wanna' buy is a sharpen'n stone."
Feathers in the wind on a wing-spread bird
Concrete trees are the latest word
Can't carve the trees with a pocket-knife
Ya' need a hammer, a chisel and some dynomite.
Couldn't live in the city, like livin' in the woods
Compare your privacy to my solitude
Runnin' through the redwoods and the pines
Sure beats stoppin' for the traffic signs.
Now Dave got a letter in the mail today
Deliver'd by a squirrel to his wooden cave
The words that were written by his Uncle Sam
Said they was sendin' Dave off to Viet Nam.
He carved on the sticks that he found all along
While he ducked the bombs and bullets of the Viet Cong
He was carvin' out a splint when he got it in the leg
And they sent Dave back to the U.S.A.
He moved back to the mountains and his wooden cave
Sat there and carved on his wooden leg
And hangin' on the wall up behind his back
Hung a Badge of Courage on a wooden plaque.
An ol' woodcarver and his pocket-knife
Carved a totem-pole all about his life
He became a victim of the Agent Orange
And ol' Dave died - he was never warned.
Dave would sit and carve and he'd sing his song:
"All I wanna' buy is a sharpen'n stone...."
"All I wanna' buy is a sharpen'n stone."
I knew a woodcarver and his name was Dave
He lived up in the mountains in a wooden cave
He carved on the wood that he found on the ground
When he closed his pocket-knife....
There was this silent sound.
The GIFT
© 1978 ~ JDR
I've heard the story many times
Different words and different rhymes
Some have listened, some have learned
Yet, the truth remains - still, unheard.
Accepting only what you want to hear
Sheltering your deepest fears
Thoughts, unresearched, you don't investigate
Your life is stagnated; check or stalemate.
Here we come through many centuries
Still arguing for a lasting peace
Many believe in a Spirit no one seems to see
It has many names and is many things.
Have you ever met God face to face?
Did you know He was naked? What a disgrace.
And what have the good Christians done today?
They've murdered Christ and chased God away.
Capitalistic, commercialized - oh, what a rip
The dream emerged as a scheme - this is the gift
You're not sorry, thus, why should I be?
None of it means a goddamned thing.
Rotation societies; a dictators democracy
Push this one out - slam this one in
No one really gives a damn.
All this production makes all this pollution
All these religions are just an illusion
Radioactive confusion - it's in the wind.
Infiltrate and eliminate
The human mind and the human race
It's your choice that has created this silent end.
Buy love for a dollar
Get death for your hate
Let's blow it all up
Why do you wait?
The WRONG SONG
© 1982 ~ JDR
Story's in the newspaper
For one month now
Twenty years from here the questions
Will be just as loud.
Mr. John Kennedy and his brother Bob
Lay within the same earth as the Beatle John
And there on the mountain top
Stands Martin Luther King
And not the soul of one of them
Heard the bullets sing.
Resolution to the statement
Of the resolution
Smiles on the capitalists faces
Profit on the dead son; profit on the Dead Son.
Do you wanna' hear a story?
Well, here is Lenny Bruce
Harassed in life for his style
Died because of truth.
Hendrix, Joplin, Morrison
They all said their peace
And the white beard hawk passed its verdict
And brought their lives to cease.
Buddy Holly, who really knows?
And Elvis just wanted privacy
But the knowledge of one man's not enough
Find and ask Bruce Lee.
And the white beard hawk will scream its verdict
Here's another wrong song
And the claws of the capitalists will grab me
And I too will be gone.
Story's in the newspaper
For one month now
Twenty years from here the questions
Will be just as loud.
Resolution to the statement
Of the resolution
Smiles on the capitalists faces
Profit on the dead son; profit on the Dead Son.
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What is "WolfRaven"?
WolfRaven is a place ~ a place for sharing a unique form of communicating through an ancient method known as messages, stories, tales, poetry and song. Some call those who do this 'Bards', 'Minstrels' and so on. Here, this method uses even older messengers, the animals.
For those who visit here this is a place to ponder ones thoughts, to balance them. A small place to view the turmoil of ones surrounding world and daily life in, perhaps, a new light or perspective.
The spirit energy that is used here is guided by the very essence of life itself. To understand the Wolf and the Raven is to also understand their unique relationship with each other, this world and how they have been the Seers and the Messengers long before we humans arrived.
WolfRaven is a place ~ a place for sharing.
DISJOINTED
© 1974/1978 ~ JDR/HOC
People in the hospital
People in bed,
Prayin' to God
They won't wake up dead.
Man in the pulpit
Speakin' on sevens,
Love your brother,
Get a grip on heaven.
There's a cop and a freak
Standin' in the fog,
If one's a pig
What's the other Ma'?
Disjointed.
Are you?
People on the race track
With blinders on
Why can't they see
What's goin' down?
It's not a fad ma'
Can't you see?
It's not a fad pa',
It's history.
Disjointed.
England, France and Mexico,
The Indians too I want you to know;
The Civil War to Germany,
Japan is a scar of misery,
Korea oh lord Viet Nam,
Off to Iraq and Afghanistan.
Disjointed.
She's your mother;
Don't do that!
She's your mother;
Cut her some slack!
She's your mother;
Get off of her back!
She's your mother;
Have some respect.
Disjointed.
Are you?
It's not a fad ma'
Can't you see?
It's not a fad pa',
It's history.
Disjointed.
Holy man and junkie,
Standin' together,
One lookin' to be saved
The other for a hit of shit.
Junkie man says, "Jesus Saves!"
Holy man says, "Bullshit!"
CUZ' MY CAR WON'T GO
© 1977 ~ JDR
Rollin' down the open road
Headed for nowhere
It's the greatest place I've ever been
And everyone's been there.
Well it seems like nobody's happy
With where they seem to be
They all just keep on lookin'
And tryin' to be free.
Now this man's from Texas
And this girl's from Tennessee
And I'm just fed up and sleepin'
Cuz' it don't matter to me.
By the time you reach the end of the line
And look back at where you've been
Think about all the places and the times
You'd do it again and again.
A cup of coffee, a game of pool,
Fishin' down by the creek,
They all just keep on lookin'
And tryin' to be free.
Well this road comes from yesterday
And leads you through tomorrow
But I'm just fed up and sleepin'
Cuz' my damn car won't go.
UNSCALED CASTLES
© 1978 ~ JDR
Trash can full of paper waste,
Musical stories many times erased,
All the hours filled with space,
And the rifer begins to loose its taste.
Guitar sounds of old worn out strings,
Searchin' for the cords to please all kings.
To face the public I'd need new jeans
Songs like Mercury and feet of wings.
The mote is wide to unscaled castles,
Styles stashed in the all time shadows,
Critics put us though too many hassles,
Promotional etiquet raddle me dazzeled.
Most material written to the walls,
Never making it to the concert halls.
Holding back from transparent curtain calls,
And five dollar boogies with groupie doll.
Broken pencils, take out the trash,
Turn the waste into a pillar of ash.
This ain't no way to make any cash,
Think I'll be a priest and start smokin' hash.
MAGNOLIA HAWK
© 1980 ~ JDR/HOC
Magnolia ~ now what you gonna' do?
Magnolia ~ have the warriors gone and left you?
You lay in silence beneath the Grandfather Pine
To feed your dreams come true,
Magnolia ~ what has happened to you?
The promises made by a foreign hand
Were good enough to cause the rape of the land
Now what you gonna' do?
Magnolia ~
Their honors not strong enough to hold their word
So they write 'em where they can't be heard
They are deceiving, they have no meaning...
Magnolia ~
Someday soon you will understand
You are the Guardian of this land
Listen to the Wind ~ Listen again...
Magnolia ~ she's a Hawk
Magnolia Hawk!
...She's a Hawk!
Magnolia ~ now you know what you must do.
Magnolia ~ the songs of the land support you.
You sit in silence beneath the Grandfather Pine
To feed your dreams come true,
Magnolia ~ what has happened to you?
Magnolia ~ now you know what you must do.
Magnolia ~ the Buffalo all depend on you.
You stand in silence beneath the Grandfather Pine
And now your dreams have come true,
Magnolia ~ what has happened to you?
Magnolia ~ she's a Hawk
Magnolia Hawk!
Magnolia Hawk!
Magnolia....
When the 'Old Ones' Die
© 1980 ~ JDR
When the Old Ones die...
When the Old Ones die...
When the Old Ones die what will happen to the land,
What will happen to the land?
Can their children be bought
With a new car and a promise
What will happen to the land?
Before we think through the poison we drink
When the Old Ones die they will take it from us.
When the Old Ones die...
When the Old Ones die...
When the Old Ones die what will happen to the land,
What will happen to the land?
When the Old Ones die...
When the Old Ones die...
Their children do not dance, we do not sing,
We do not sweat, the animals are gone and there is no rain.
What will happen to the land?
When the Old Ones die...
When the Old Ones die...
Our culture is in the shadows and our clothes are gone,
Our Elders have gone silent and no longer sing the songs.
When the old ones die what will happen to the land,
What will happen to the land?
The lands are covered with the Earth's black blood,
And the skies are no longer far and blue.
The waters no longer carry the flow for all life,
And honor and respect are now treated as rude.
When the old ones die what will happen to the land,
What will happen to the land?
We are the land, we are the sky,
When we separate ourselves from this we die.
When the old ones die what will happen to the land,
What will happen to the land?
Brother Sun
© 1980 ~ JDR/HOC
From the time to tell
Of draggin' through the hell
Your wishes and your dreams have come through
The magic of togetherness
To relieve the pain of emptiness
The sixties reincarnate in you...and
We love you ~ We love you
The magic in the music
Is the music in your soul
It loves you ~ it loves you
The animals and the Earth all love you too
And the Brother Sun ~ oh Brother Sun.
All Brothers and Sisters
Being your own ancestors
Have come to this world with a little love
Feel the generation
Feel the energy
Feel you ~ feel me...
We are the power
Sent from above
It's in you and in me...and
We love you ~ We love you
The magic in the music
Is the music in your soul
It loves you ~ it loves you
The animals and the Earth all love you too
And the Brother Sun ~ oh Brother Sun.
It's in you and me, it's everyone
It's in you and me, it's everyone
It's in you and me, oh Brother Sun...
WINDSONG ~ 'A Song for Teenie'
© 1980 ~ JDR/HOC
I rise in the morning to a bright sunshine
I see a face - what a beautiful find
I see a lady how softly she flows
She looks at me gently to tell me she knows.
Her eyes dances to the morning song
And anyone around always joined along
A child of nature free as the breeze
So full of love and a living dream.
Meadows on the edge of a fertile woods
Touching the winds of your womanhood
And the birds in the sky looking out for you
Soaring to greet you - in the morning dew.
I watched her eyes twinkle and I watched her face glow
I watched her dress up with delight
I watched her smile and float all around
She was like a star in the night.
She had hair down to here, she was so full of cheer
She was warm as the sun in the sky
She was glitter and gleem if you know what I mean
Have you seen this lady tonight?
Reflections from the crystal creek
Speaking softly windsongs of peace
And her love reaching out through the trees
Gave everyone a treasure of endless dreams.
And the horizon line sets the sun to sleep
And the moon and the tide forever yours to keep
The falling stars in a silent scene
Are the windsongs sing of your life.
Where are you my lady?
I can't seem to find you around
I've looked all about and deep down inside
Yet all I find is this cloud.
And now my heart is so full of tear
She's many miles away and yet so near
Thousands of words but these few are true
My lady my love...I love you.
You are the Windsongs singing through the air
No matter where I am you're always there...
Wind-songs, Windsongs blowing through my hair
I know it's your breathe I know it's your touch
I know you are always there.
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