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FUNNY DAY


Let me share something….

…Weird day, weird day, funny day, the only day
…Weird day, strange day
…Forms of my music
…Runnin’ through my head

Wind blowin’
Grass flowin’
Rebirth coming
Expanding
Moving out
Like a chicken
He’s growin’ though his shell

Gonna bust it off
Gonna expand out
Fear
Powerless
Wet chick sitting in a new world

He ain’t the one
You know it’s better
He’s a new man
He’s a new thing

Birds flyin’
Air blowin’
Sun shinin’
Mountains
Lookin’ down on me
Suggesting things I never did see

Things I never thought
Things I never knew
Places I never been
People I never knew

I’m new
Reborn
Like a child
He’s just comin’ on

He’s lookin’ out
In a dark forest
These God-damn trees
Keep getting in my way

Gonna cut ’em down
Gonna level it out
Gonna burn it down
Gonna work this thing out

I’m just bein’ reborn
Like a chicken
Like a baby
Bustin’ out his shell

The shell of understanding
That surrounds my heart
It’s a thing that’s gotta go
It’s a thing that I can expand out of

A thing I’m gonna move out of
A thing I’m gonna work out of
I’m gonna wait here, I’m gonna wait here
I’m gonna wait here, I’m gonna wait here

The phone will ring
And everything
Will turn around
It’ll be different the next time

Be the same thing
The same thing
Be the same thing
Again next time

How many years
Must this go on?
Night and day, night and day
Night and day
It’s on and on

How many years
Must this go on?
Dark and light and night and day
How many years must this go on?

Confusion
Madness
The mind is makin’ up
What the spirits doin’

It’s fightin’, pretending
Fightin’, pretending, fightin’, pretending, fightin’, pretending

Fightin’
Resisting everything
Holding back, holding on
Bleeding finger nails
Letting go of things
That chain me down
They’re chainin’ me down

Holding me down
Like a chain, on a balloon
Cut it loose, rise a little
Holding me down, holding me down
Air blowin’ down through this place
My camp
……………..Hard times, waiting outside your door!

Ya know what?
I’m gonna make sense of this
One life
Eighty years
Gonna make sense of this
I’m gonna work it out
You know I will…

Gonna cut that chain, rise a bit
Cut another chain, gonna rise a bit
Cut ’em all loose, rise up through hell
Rise up through Hell
Rise up through the smoke

I’m gonna walk
North
With the earth and my mind
Gonna feel my skin
Feel this thing
Gonna work it out
Gonna work this thing out

© 1997 Martin H. Wilde
Remix 2015

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

DIRTY DOGS LAUGHING

Open up your chests
You broadcasters of truth
You Dirty Dogs

Fill the stage
With thundering laughs
Reciprocal volleys
In wakes of aftermath

The urgency of intimate telling
Casts off the bars of obedience
Creates the love the soul is yearning
Potentiates the sorrow of loss

Intimacy is a flame
Hot as sex
It fuses out
And blows away

Must all intimacy end
And die as does life and love?
To ensure that the only constant remains?
Truth with self

© 2015 Martin H Wilde

Lipstick from a Pig

As a pilot, one is trained to to respond to an engine failure by first establishing the most efficient glide slope. This is so that the plane stays up in the air the longest time allowing the longest opportunity to examine options.

This is how I view life – the glide slope established once one outlives the hubris of youth, in which all is up ahead and all is wishes and dreams.

Enlightenment occurs only after the makeup has been removed and all is dirt, air and life.

© 2015 Martin H Wilde

God is Wild

Carrier wave from nether
Shatters the boundaries
In Split-rock time
And holds the tension
Of conflict

Suspended
Between pairs of opposites
I carry and await
The rising of the third

God appears in the black space
In the tension
The unknown
The uncertain

I’m in the vacuum
Untamed and wild
A universe
With no leash

God is wild
Wild is real
God is real
God is wild

© 2015 Martin H Wilde

Independence

“It is lonely on the path”
She disagreed
And commented idly upon
His truth mined from lifetime’s pain

“I have gone where no man goes
And found what no man finds”
Its his hubris and grandiosity
Mumbled the mask on the agreement reality

“Someone needs to stop him”
She said to the woman beside her as she continued her macramé
He shared his findings
His fire, and his soul

He rides alone
Down roads uncertain
Through banks of fog
In the valley of the Devil’s own threat

To the place of oneness
The place of unity
To the place of nothing
The place of all

No dependency
In-dependent

© 2015 Martin H Wilde

My opinion of myself

I know where I’ve been
I know my enemy
I know my fear
I know my courage

I know aloneness
I know the others
I know my past
I know future uncertainty

I know you
You have been there all along
You have hidden in disguise
You have hidden beyond my fear

You have hidden behind my mask
You have hidden behind desire
You have turned the wheel
At the last instant

And left me standing here now

© 2015 Martin H Wilde