I see you in the magic forest,
eyes glazed white in the cosmic hue.
Galaxies of the hovering Malloy,
form into strange concentric cubes.
Sprinkling seeds , Luciferian flower,
they take root in the mortal rind
Rising through the pulsating light codes,
now defused by the conscious mind,
now defused by the spirit shine, now defused.
You alone in your room,
I'm a lot like you.
Intimate, wild, violent child
am I coming through?
Are you with me?
Reach to me through the octahedron
pull you through to the central glide.
Clustered souls mingling in the glow crest,
rising up, levitating blind.
Souls cocoon in the polar body,
body fluid in the egg of life.
Sperm tail gods grow from human zygote,
still exist far beyond the rind
Still exist in the spirit shine.
Still exist.
I'm out here in the yard
gas lamp burning blue.
Robber comes as a child
tries to pull me through.
Are you with me?
A true hidden treasure of a song writer. This gent has been capturing songs in demo form on old tape recorders since the 80s. . . and he's still capturing his magic sounds in his secret basement. Damien Youth
Such a joy to see live at Pappy & Harriet's and here's to your 70th - may the next trip around the sun bring you the joy you have brought us
jeffclewis