Month: Dec 2012

The Seed of it All [song lyric]

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HERE ARE THE LYRICS for a song I wrote called “The Seed of it All”, which is on my upcoming CD (“The End of the Song”). This song is about the extraordinary process we call the passage of time — one of the greatest of all mysteries (for now). It seemed to me that it has a very fitting New Year message:

In the heart of every Summer
lies the child of the Fall;
and deep within each one of us:
The seed of it all.
Everything that’s yet to come
is now already here.
The seasons of the future
are secreted in the year.

We’re pregnant with potential
unfolding here in time —
palaces of promise
with a serenade sublime.
Everything we’ll be one day
is written in the now.
Each now becomes the future
but the miracle is how!

Refrain:
The present is the future in disguise;
the choices which we’ll make
are already in our eyes.
Liberated from the past
we will find ourselves at last;
every moment is a fond goodbye.

Always moving forward
like searching shooting stars;
never burning out because
we’re would-be avatars.
And from the cosmic dawn of time
we’re birthing who we’ll be;
reaching out our branches
like an ever-growing tree.

With embryonic visions
cascading years to come —
written on the wailing wall
our life a smoking gun.
Playing out our precious path
as troubadours of time;
we sing our way until we reach
perfection in our rhyme.

Refrain:
The present is the future in disguise;
The choices which we’ll make
are already in our eyes.
Liberated from the past
we will find ourselves at last;
every moment is a fond goodbye.

In the heart of every Summer
lies the child of the Fall
and deep within each one of us:
The seed of it all.

Too Zero Won Free [poem]

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The New Year looked me gravely (frankly) in the face and said:
What resolutions have you made as this old year begins to fade?
I took her hand in mine and thought I saw some future light
begin to shine. Perhaps I was mistaken for as I looked into her eyes
she took me on a journey far beyond my skies had ever been before
and if I was to tell you what I saw you would (like me) begin to shake
and thoughts then flickered through my mind that I would never
make it through her year unless some superhuman strength
I’d soonly find. She squeezed my hand and smiled that soft and
drenchful face reserved for those who will wholeheartedly embrace
her delicate tapestries
fortunate auspices
melodic mysteries
yet at the same time
wholly leave behind
every wretched kind of
worthless history
mindless twisterie
thoughtless brusquerie
things which can’t set one free
feeling regretful for
acts done ham-fistedly
openings missed by me
false meets at trysting-trees
those kissed resistingly
realness dismissed by me
new paths unrisked by me
good things unhitched by me
itches not scratched by me
dreams pistol-whipped by me
so many hopes unseen.
As she gazed into my eyes and therefore deep into my soul
I sensed her clasp me to her side and as she did a little voice said
Are you ready for this ride? This won’t be just like any other tide
in which you’ve flowed before in any of your years or wars.
The sea is deep and rough which I will bring under your boat
and you’ll be smashed on many rocks although you always and
in every way will joyly stay afloat. Indeed I’ve seen your future
shining face above the waves bemused by buffet’s perverse ways.
You know this is for your own good. (At which I kissed her fresh new
skin while breathlessly she drew me deep within and we were one).

© 2012/2013, Alan Morrison

Forever Alchemy [sonnet]

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For reasons I thought best in distant past
I fell on my own sword and let you go.
Thus I became a self-iconoclast —
a one-man dab-hand self-destruction show.
You strode into that snow-capped country white;
a virgin in my eyes you’ll always be.
I thought if we stayed friends there’d still be light;
transcending all our ancient alchemy.
But still you turned my nickel into gold
(our laughter was the grand transmuting stone).
And though we laugh not now (if truth be told)
our gilt-edged stocks have somehow strangely grown.
No matter where on earth you’ve ever been,
the truth is only I deserve your skin.

© 2012, Alan Morrison

The Wailing Moon [song lyric]

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Saw the face on the moon last night
Shocked, marvelled and amazed
That the wrong ain’t made right.
Looking down on this broken old world
Over which flags of cowardly deeds
Have unfurled

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Why do Kidz Love Kitsch?

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Everything about Christmas is kitsch – I mean EVERYTHING. The tree with its gaudy baubles, the room decorations, the awful sweaters. Santa’s outfit (I mean who wears fun-fur at the Poles?), his contrived ho-ho-ho (isn’t it a bit in the Jimmy Saville zone for an obese old man to be shinning down chimneys to sneak into children’s bedrooms in the middle of the night?!?), the stuff in which the presents are wrapped, the fake snow everywhere (except in Sweden and Russia), the weird artefacts hanging in the streets, the Falstaffian bonhomie, the stopping of hostilities on the battlefield to play football for 24 hours (worst kitsch of all), the way that every shop has to look “Christmassy” in order to get trade and “enter into the spirit”, the cards which everyone sends to everyone who sent them one last year, the holly (but the mistletoe is okay 😉 ), the £5 billion (yes, that’s right, I checked) which is estimated to be spent this weekend in the UK in the shops (mostly on totally unnecessary rubbish), the endless 80s Xmas “hits” being churned out on the radio, the plastic fairy on top of the tree, etc. Talk about bad taste!

So What’s the Big Deal about the Mayan Calendar?

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I can’t imagine why the beliefs and practices of the Mayans would be of any relevance to anyone today who wants to be a spiritual person. People just assume that because it was an ancient culture where the priests got doped out of their brains it must have therefore been some kind of cool shamanistic utopia from which we can all learn. Revisionist political correctness has ensured that academics take a romantic view and speak only of great discoveries and high civilisation. Don’t be fooled. The Mayan culture was a bloodthirsty, totalitarian society that essentially destroyed itself. Because polygamy was practised among the nobility, warring factions were constantly fighting among themselves with huge cost to life. They performed human sacrifice, including child sacrifice (which could also involve the cutting out of their hearts) which could take place from birth onwards. They would torture and sacrifice prisoners of war, beheading them and keeping the heads with them as a trophy. To get into a religious or leadership high position was not on the basis of suitability but nepotism. Not what you knew but who you knew. Contrary to popular myth, Mayan society was not a peaceful culture but one which was entirely based on war. War was at the heart of Mayan culture. Heck, what they got up to (if you care to look into all the latest archaeological research instead of romantic New Age revisionism) makes the American war machine of today seem like the studio set for The Adventures of Noddy (Oui-Oui in France!). As to their spiritual activity, well here is an excerpt from an essay by Time Magazine science writer, Michael D. Lemonick:

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Would you Love him if he wasn’t Famous? [sonnet]

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Would you love him if he wasn’t famous —
if he was not some big shot in the world?
Just another normal ignoramus;
would you still want him round your finger twirled?
Be honest, tell the truth, if he was just
a plumber or a sweeper in a store
would love be there or feelings of disgust
and would you wish he could be so much more?
No need to answer all my questions here;
I know already what you’d have to say.
You choose men not for love but out of fear:
a parasite — on power and wealth you prey.
To seek the top guy’s programmed in your genes
but gold-digging is whoring which demeans.

© 2012, Alan Morrison

The biggest non-event in recent history will unhappen

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ON FRIDAY 21st OF DECEMBER, the biggest non-event in recent history will unhappen. I’ve been tracking this for some time. Years, in fact. Based on a false interpretation of a Mayan calendar, it’s very interesting how it has evolved. First, there was the claim from some of a certain persuasion that there would be a kind of spiritual apocalypse with everyone being struck by blindness for a brief time, which would only be survived by those who had attuned themselves with the right kind of exercises to the “new vibration” overtaking the planet — as if that was the absolute beginning of the New Age. All the rest (those who had fear or who were not attuned) would perish. Then there were the earthly apocalypse stories of weird objects or planets hitting the earth and mystical galactic alignments and pole shifts and earthquakes, tsunamis, etc. Sometimes those two stories would go together — sometimes not, with many variations in between. Now I observe there’s a lot of backtracking from these two positions, saying it will be a day which seems like any other but the shift in consciousness will have taken place anyway but only those attuned to it will feel it. A very neat way of sidestepping the whole issue. Talk about mind-control! 😉 One thing is certain: Many have made a lot of money out of this non-event. (Not for the first time either). There will eventually be a cataclysmic maelstrom on this planet; no doubt about that. But not on the 21st December 2012, for of the exact time when this will take place we cannot know. Besides, there are some other things which have to take place first, not least of which is the emergence of a world leader of the world government which will be. That will be even more deceptive than the installation of the lawyer Obama as US president, having been falsely presented to the people as a benign and peace-loving prophet-saviour. The Obama psyop is just a rehearsal for an even deeper deception. It doesn’t matter whether you believe me or not. Time will tell. A friend of mine once said that in order to make sense of the world today one needs the hide of a rhinoceros and the abilities of a world-class spy. I know what he means. Mostly one needs wisdom, the capacity to see through bullshit and a love of truth. Everything being claimed today about the 21st of December is bullshit. Pure fantasy and surmising — wishful thinking or downright deception. We are in the midst of a vast battle between light and darkness which doesn’t only involve humans. We have to keep an eye on what’s really happening in this world rather than falling for stories invented either by people lost in the mysteries of their own navels or those who are the rulers of this present evil world-system. For some time, those rulers have been pulling off deceptions which have fooled most of the people all of the time. Their gullibility is gargantuan. They easily fall for preposterous lies from the media and their governments (and are even proud to do so); yet when good and wise people with no axe to grind show them the truth of what is really happening they yell “Conspiracy theorist!” How convenient. When the mass of the human race give more credence to lies than truth, call darkness light, think that evil is good, you know that the end of this civilisation can not be far away. But it won’t be in the next 48 hours! That I can guarantee 🙂

Not Merely One [sonnet]

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There is no single soul to call The One.
The love-cord twined in everybody’s heart
can just as easily be finely spun
to weave a home in any counterpart.
The seeds of love will land wherever they
can find some wholesome earth to flourish in;
for they can spring to life in any way.
It’s love which chooses where it will begin
…and never end (though interruptions come,
disruptions too) with many journeys made
for to love’s siren call we must succumb
when destiny plays out its serenade.
It’s wise there’s more than One for us to know
for through variety we vastly grow.

© 2012, Alan Morrison

Poor Performance

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That was a very poor performance yesterday from the President of the United States of America. Fake tears and all. No Oscars there (though his speech-writer deserves one for pulling every drop of political advantage out of the situation!). The hypocrisy was even worse. The day I see someone in high office in the US stand up in tears (real ones) and apologise for all the children across the world who have been killed by the Amerikan War Machine (and promise “never again”) I will know that something is happening to human consciousness. In Iraq alone, between 30% and 40% of all those killed by US forces have been children. That is a huge number. Many tens of thousands at least. It is characteristically narcissistic (and jingoistic) for people in the USA to ignore that and shed tears (and seek the world’s sympathy) only when those of their own group are destroyed. Selective sorrow is unacceptable when it concerns the deliberate killing of children. Example is the most powerful form of education. When governments run around the world killing loads of people (including civilian women and children), unstable types quickly get the message that mass murder is somehow acceptable. That’s the lesson. Tragic though it was, the few kids killed at the school in Connecticut this week were a mere microcosm of the global massacres and mass murders that their parents and grandparents have been tacitly or explicitly supporting across the world for decades. I’m sorry to have to say this but there needs to be some perspective in the face of the neglectful emotionalism being paraded across the media at the moment.