The Vision Singer Chronicles

      I
{Lost Words}

My words are lost,
floating in the wind,
a mere whisper or echo
of a time long ago,
Tugging at the fibers
of my heart, as
it beats out it’s dull
tone, day in, day out,
reminders of racing
emotions, of a fool or madman
who thought he held
the world at his fingertips
through his love of magic,
and belief in the truth
that miracles can and do
occur for those who wish
for fulfillment, contentment,
or divine empowerment.
So, the manic maniac,
the misguided prophet,
would travel between the worlds,
seeking inspiration and wonder.
Dogma and skepticism
are twin torturers,
wielding the whip that
came continually cracking
upon my back.


       II
{Hopes and Dreams}

Hopes and dreams
of love and happiness
are held at bay
by the bloodlust of
Gods and goddesses,
pitting angel against demon
In an epic battle
that shan’t easily be ended
by mere mortals
that live but to love and die.
We are tempted by the quest
to know good from evil.
But the angels in our mind
may be demons in disguise,
and our hearts don’t know
which truth to believe,
so they beat in terror,
trapped in a whirling, swirling paradox
Fraught with confusion,
as to the meaning of it all.
Focused action flew away
with the passion of the moment,
but the moments piled high
and reason and order faltered,
as the singing shaman slipped
and fell between
the cracks of the world.
Living life in a haze
of wishes and wants
which remain unfulfilled,
the soldier of sorrow
fights to lift his head.
The vision singer lost
his voice when he screamed
to try and capture the
attention of the world.
Yet the audience had become
deaf to the
annoying utterances wrought
by an insane wanderer….


         III
{Dreams Cannot Be Bought}

…Though, dreams cannot be bought
From a Chinese money launderer.
Real dreams come when one
Is honest & true,
Because you can NEVER Run
From the things that you do DO!
You must be responsible for that
which you decide
& if you love a dirty rat,
In the sewers your heart resides.
& if you love a vampire bat,
there is NOWHERE you can hide.
& when You stand upon the WELCOME mat,
Two paths shall THUS collide.
Some would say Buddha was FAT
& undisciplined besides,
Yet, have you ever been like that?
Starving, close to death, like a prince upon the Tides?
Have you ever had it ALL in your hat?
& Let it all fall away, even the princess Bride?
Can you let this dimension go FLAT?
& with Angel wings in the ETHER, just glide?
Can you hear the ancient EGYPTIAN goddess crying for her CAT?
& Your soul crying out, trying to find a guide?
Brahma created All, Even the throne @ which he sat.
Vishnu was the Preserver & in Krishna’s vessel he did RIDE.
& Shiva will Destroy the Demons, & Spiders & Rats & Bats.
And the Vedics had their Soma, so our consciousness is wide.
The Ancient Druids’ Merlin knew where the standing stones were to be at.
& We knew that BOTH mother earth & Father Sky were to be on our side.
& We would be reborn as this or that BRAT
& We did follow the four directions & the TRIAD
So, now we say – “God, Why this starry seven? Why, DRAT!”
& I wonder what happens to the rotting buffalo & deer hides.
What about the man who protects his family with a gat?
From these creeps, on this Earth, our home, on which we abide!
I don’t know whether these chemicals are natural or super,
for they’re all mixed up in a vat.
& Don’t say I didn’t try to change, Oh Lord, I tried!
Often it seems even family & friends aren’t safe, When the hand of God goes SPLAT
I look back on the blessed ones we’ve lost & true kindred that have died.


IV
{Alone}

I’ve lost so many
times before -------
Who knew love was
an act of war?
Destined to be
alone tonight
My heart is given
such a fright,
My spirit’s knuckles
have turned white
Why is love a
constant fight-----,
While I must be
Alone ?
Oh, I am on my own,
and I feel so Alone


        V
{Restless Wandering}

I wander in restless dreams,
seeking a sense of purpose,
looking for reasons to allow
my heart to fill with that
love of life.
Sleepful spirit, dying
to wake up and be free
of the monotony of solitude.


   VI
{Forsaken}

Oh, I’m circling forever –
Won’t rise to heaven in this incarnation
Yes, I’ve fallen down forever,
For I’m one of the forsaken
‘Cause I’m breaking every rule
that the Christians hold sacred
I seek not to rise into
the arms of their Almighty–
When I worship Hermes & Pan,
Odin, and the great Aphrodite


  VII
{Lost Mind}

I’m losing my mind
and I know I must find
my spirit and heart,
though I’ve returned to the start,
Feeling material loss
After all that I’ve gained,
Not knowing the cost
or price of pain ----
I know that I have truly changed,
Though to others I may seem strange,
My shadow’s been shot in the firing range
I’m losing all I
used to know ----
I have a feeling it’s
trapped inside
My heart and spirit
refuse to grow
If it’s from myself
I choose to hide.
When I look at my life,
I cannot deny
the actions that I have done,
Though, if I look at the strife
of my past and then cry,
From myself I cannot run.