Mt. Vision Revisited

There is a land in my soul

Shaped and formed by the tides of my emotions

A place of dreams it is

Wonderfully magical

Alight with the spirit of my being

The gentle rolling of the ocean is my laughter

The breeze, a deep sigh

The clouds, a moment’s contemplation

The suns, my ever constant Truth

Yet somewhere in this peaceful realm

On the dark side of a lonely hill

Lies a shadowed place of unpleasant depths

Where secrets dance ‘tween ancient trees

Then are lost in shadow’s impenetrable dark

Where deathly silence then reigns

Until with a cry of guilt it is shattered

Then awake sometimes to find Myself

Wandering like whispers in the darkness

Tears fall like torrential rain

This sorrowful shower of shame

Leaves me shivering in the cold

Until a shining light pierces

The tangled twisting trees of doubt

To lead me back to my place of dreams

And warm me on this journey

So I stand upon my hill

Looking out over all I deeply  love

A single tear of joy leaves my eye

As the blessing takes my heart

~CLS~

Mt. Vision, Inverness, CA – December 23 1998

Nothing To Nothing

whispering man

We begin as nothing

 

But can grow into Kings

 

Or crawl deep in ourself

 

And become nothing again

 

This is your life

Could it be stranger

A misfits delight

You’ll fit right in

Don’t you worry

Ignore the dangers

But remember here

The point’s to win

 

As the years

Pave the road to sorrows

Your fears

Buried under lies

Steal what you can

Keep all you borrow

And feel the walls

Crumble in on paradise

 

For we begin as nothing

 

But can grow into Kings

 

Or crawl deep in ourself

 

And become nothing again

 

As you tie rope

To hang all your dreams

Die of hope

And desperation

Death an escape

Now it seems

From mindless madness

And frustration

 

So don’t lead your soul

To the gallows

Don’t leave your soul

To be damned

Beware the cold

Beware shadows

And beware

The red-eyed

Whispering man

Beware

The red-eyed

Whispering man

Beware

The red-eyed

Whispering man

 

You know we begin as nothing

 

But can grow into Kings

 

Or crawl deep in ourself

 

And become

 

Nothing

 

Again

 

 

~CLS~

My Shadow

my-shadow II

Cast down from father to son
An heirloom for the ages
He’s the last one, no another comes
So point your fingers and blame him

His cage is guilt, their whips are fear
They lash him through his training
His rage is held in a bitter tear
As he swears they’ll never change him

They grasp the past in their rotted hands
And squeeze it of all its sorrows
Smiling they drink this blood and tears
And blacker grows the Shadow

Shadow you hold your secrets
Like a wicked and ancient carcass
How many souls have poured their woes
Into your bloated darkness

Listen now…

And I’ll tell you something about my shadow
It is where my anger lies
There is where my secrets sleep
And where my guilt resides

It holds a million tears and a thousand sorrows
Some of which are not mine
From deep within I hear them whispering
From down where my demons hide

In my Shadow

My life-long friend

 

 

~CLS~