Tag Archives: Love

Im Dyin Lord

They call it depression
In the looking glass
I do not know
I call it the path

Emotional healing
And I can’t complain
I’m looking up ahead
An approaching train

It stops to get me
And I climb aboard
It takes me down
To the place that I’m…

Dying Lord
I’m dying Lord
Said I’m dying Lord

I’m Dying Lord
Emotional upheaval
Said I’m dying Lord

© 2015 Martin H Wilde

Not Alone

He told me

“Son, its lonely on the path”

This, after I shared with him

My terror at the possibility

Of being destroyed

 

He told me

“We have fear, because we have no power.

The closest thing to power is choice

As our awareness broadens with time

It informs our choices more completely”

 

I got off the phone and thought

Thank God for that man

I am not alone.

 

In memory of “Jim”

(James Marvin Gordon, November 17, 1935-August 22, 2011)

© 2016 Martin H. Wilde

MIRACLE MILE

Darkness all around me like a Crocodile
I’ve seen it all my life (it only smiles)
Look to the light within to keep it at bay
“The journey’s within” they always say

I call her on the telephone, hoping that she’s home
Her eyes stare through me, green arrows down my spine
Like a cat watching a rabbit from a fence
Always there in time….

Walking on the miracle mile again
Walking on the miracle mile again
Walking on the miracle mile again, like an English boy
Walking on the miracle mile again

Shove off he says, I’ll catch you
I love you, you know I trust you
You’re all I want; you’re all I am
I’ll lay here in this haze like I am

Like a staircase winding out of sight (I’m looking at heaven’s door)
Don’t hear Daddy’s footsteps anymore
Laying on the floor in a drunken stupor
On the bottom step…(I know)

I’m walking on the miracle mile again
Banging on the miracle mile again
Walking on the miracle mile again
Looking for you like a long lost friend

A street I’ve been on long before
Streams of humanity, traffic signals pushing through
I’m in mauling, scrawling, crawling, pawing
War-torn human hell

A woman cries, She’s crying out my name
But I’m too far away to talk to her
I see her down a gentle grade, a shiny sparkling surface
Like a slide to hell, soaked in rain… (and I set out)

Walking on the miracle mile again
She’s standing there waving to me like a long lost friend
Don’t know what it means, don’t think I care
I keep walking on down the miracle mile again

Walking on the miracle mile again
She’s screaming to me like a long lost friend
Sitting on a milk crate selling all her wares
To anyone who works and can pay the price

I remember you, I trust you, I love you
You’re all I am, all I want, it’s always been
Like a flashlight in a cave, outside heavens gate
Oh, darkness separate…

Have another cup of coffee in the morning
Then go on back to bed……

© 1993 Martin H. Wilde

Life is Short (music)

Life is short
She said

Life’s too short
He said

Too short to feel
Too short to wait

Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me, my friend?

Life is short
She said
Wanna do what I wanna do
Don’t want to wait

Life’s too short
He said
Don’t wanna feel
Life’s too short
He said

Life too short
Too short to wait
Too short to suffer
Too short to love

Life is long
So, so long
So, so long
So long my friend

© 2015 Martin H Wilde

LUST AND FOUND (MUSIC)

Air flight, float down
See the trailer, outskirts town
Find the floozies in the gowns
His oil soaked undies, lust and found

Jism chasm, she’s so fine
Cosmetology’s fine line
Paint it up to sell it high
Twist the colon of your mind

Vicious love, to make it pay
Angry pity cries today
It never matters, what you say
Lust-and-found the game you play

Side slip, vacant eyes
Angry pity, fearless cries
Use them up, and down your thighs
Its only time, ‘Til they get wise

To make it through and not get caught
Just shut your mouth, like you were taught
And sell your love, for nick-nacks bought
The lust and found, where safety’s sought

Downtown
Smiles abound
Sell your soul
Lust and found

© 2015 Martin H Wilde

Where love rules, there is no will to power

“Where love rules, there is no will to power, and where power predominates, love is lacking. The one is the shadow of the other.”
==C.G. Jung

This is true because love grows out of a choice to be vulnerable; and power exploits vulnerability in an attempt to control.

These are the opposites
Love – vulnerability, truth and intimacy
and
Power – manipulation, control and selfishness

Yin and yang.
Light and Dark.
Union and separation.

==Marty Wilde

Lonely

Incomplete and alone
No superstitions that work
Grandma’s morals decades old
Darkness haunts me

Alone in my car
Sunroof wind and sun
Black wing-tip gulls
Circling dozens up high

Floating in the universe
On the blue sky
Tectonic mountain front
Home at last

Such a lucky boy
In love with earth
Never lonely
Never alone

Home at last

© 2015 Martin H Wilde

To whip Love’s heart

Lovers take back power
Going off with another

Vicious cuts
The desperate make
To set fire to worlds
Not going their way

Persist in flesh
And aren’t erased
By changes in mood
And sentimental plays

Eroticism of darkness
Fucking in anger
Wrestling like beggars
Over a bent copper coin
And a single tear

To whip Love’s heart
In spite
Is to sell your soul
And end your life

© 2014 Martin H. Wilde