My dreams have changed

My dreams have changed

I've rearranged them

Once upon a time

Has come and gone

For so long
You've been mine
Best friends forever then
Everything else changed

My body lies over an ocean of stars

My body lies over an ocean of stars

My eyes are a galaxy focused on mars

My thoughts are the tendrils of light on your face

Whenever you stare far and deep into space.

War! (of the planets)

War! (of the planets)

What is it good for?

Absolutely… nothin'!

You can say that again.

Sit right back and you'll hear a tale

A tale of a fateful trip

That started from this sector of space

Aboard this tiny ship.

The first mate is insubordinate

The captain is a bore

And everyone looks really dumb in

The helmets that they wore

The helmets that they wore

Sucker punch

Sucker punch me there
Sucker punched me there
When I said, "sucker punch me"
I thought you cared.

I don't care
I want
To say

I don't care
Anymore
Anyway



I want to
Discover
Other patterns
In space

I will write
You letters
I will sing
Your face
I will want
You back
I will want you
To go away

Sucker punched me there
I don't want to care
If I don't maybe I'll
Ignore your stare.

Workin' at Microsoft Blues

This song was written in January 2009.
Things were different then.
I'm happy to say
That today
This verse I can prepend.

I've forever loved computers
I'm a geek and have always been.
Forgive my prattle
Occupy Seattle
In spirit, I attend

They say to learn to sing the blues,
you've got to live in a ditch.
You've got to be living life on the ropes,
and not know which way is which.

Well I'm right here to tell you folks,
and that's what I'm gonna do,
'cause I ain't never been that broke,
but I got the workin' at Microsoft blues.

Friends are getting laid off
The economy's going to shit
And when it's going to turn around
Is everybody's bit.

Take the bull by the horns
And turn it into a friend,
'cause we should live life
to the full
before we hit the end.

Well I'm right here to tell you folks,
and that's what I'm gonna do,
'cause I ain't never been that broke,
but I got the workin' at Microsoft blues.

White Space

Such words should never be spoken, never be written, never be thought. But they are thought, they are written, and they will be spoken. Who could deny them? Unlike a banister floating in midair with no steps beneath; unlike an obtuse idea given life in a torrential downpour; unlike even the barest of flesh beneath a table during a feast of the divine; when could the beating of the inner drum become so loud that it pounds in the ear of another? When would its brazenness flood the intentions of purity and drive out its desire?

Too soon it ends. Never captured. Always fleeting. Serious results drift into capricious methods. Whomsoever allows is wanton. Flower petals close upon ripe fruit, gratefully. It's only a matter of time before the turn-around.

Again the thoughts come unbidden, flying through the sky like cancerous brains. Once the stylist becomes desirable, once the style recedes into the distance like a wailing banshee, only then will the powerful aroma be released into the wild. Rhythmic shudders wrack an otherwise peaceful coexistence. Sharp like a tack the water hits the solar plexus.

Loud screams pierce the silence, like a hamburger left too long on the grill. Simple formulas fall out of favor; complex insistence becomes the norm.

Robbing a bank or gas station is a bad idea. Some people do it anyway. It's like, the bad idea comes into their brain and they can only invest in creating a reality for it. Why? The same reason for any reality creation? One way seems more pure, the other less. Field greens growing in cement. Oil slicks in a nightmare of preponderance.

At least the tactile feeling of depressed buttons flowing under fingers of titanic elements keep the impression of electronic quiescence. Thankfully, the automatic spelling dictionary keeps honest words from going wrong. Cartoon figures mean stretching forward. Air, make that wind, instruments, like tornados in tubes.

Truly, the red flag has been waved. Perhaps not in defeat, but definitely in warning. Children play in their dreams. Weather patterns compress heat waves and spread ionic fields. Golden waves of grain grow out of the ground, and provide gastronomic situations in the guts of giants.

Nicely done, the courtesy of royalty can never be matched by mere peons. But the world is full of mysteries. One can never know for sure what unearthed gem might explode into public consciousness and get placed on a pedestal in the Smithsonian.

Interesting how the unlikely combination of words can pull heart strings out of acorns. It must come from squirreling away so many ideas. This weekend will speed by like a motorbike with low clearance. An incongruent idea can sneak past the censor. It's rather frightening how easy it is to fool the custom agent. He means to check all bags; it would be best. But there are so many. He must pick and choose which to censor. It disappoints to repeat the same word.

The queen of hearts lounges gracefully on her tuffet, ignoring for the moment the fact that spiders could be everywhere. She's able to focus her attention to keep from going into an anxiety filled rage. Lucky for all concerned. If she applied even one adjective to a noun; even one adverb to an action; all could be inherently confused from the imprecise beginning.

With this device, the eyes can search for a third, the digits can search and find without much trouble. The memory can digest the gestures. The song can play itself with little input from the composer. Lastly, the performer can take the raw material and mold it into a workable piece of art.

It can become too big. Blotting out the sky, trumpets blaring but muted. A grey cloud with yellow and white lightning. Surprising grumbles from the belly of a floating cumulonimbus puffer. Flights of fancy fear for a forethought, but the airship arises. Into white space.

Like this.

Searching For Irony

Searching for irony,
What a pastime.
It's not like I don't have
Anything better to do.

Jealously guarding
All my secrets.
Hiding within me I have
One or two.

(Chorus)
Caught up in memories.
Then is forever.
Now is gone.
Tomorrow is never.

(Repeat chorus)

Sometimes it feels like
Life is a good thing.
Sometimes it feels like
It's not.

Sometimes it feels like
I have everything.
Sometimes I don't even
Know what I've got.

(Repeat chorus)
(Instrumental solos)

Oh, but now that I'm feeling much better
I have a costume that I want to wear.
It glitters and glows as I dance in my high heels
A mask and a dress and some nice underwear.

(Repeat chorus to end)

I wrote this song circa 2000 and performed and recorded it with friends. Not sure where that recording is anymore...

Don't Use

Don't use
My example
All the cubes
On the mantel
Give me rights
You can't handle.
Please no fights
Near the candle
Poodles bite
Poodles chew it
I said move
Or you'll lose it.

Oh, Away With You

Oh, away with you

Away with you
Away with you,
Hi.

Oh, away with you

Away with you
Away with you,
Aye.


Oh, away with you

Away with you
Away with you,
I.

Digging Through Your Father's Files

Digging through your father's files
You have some concerns.
It's been found that he left
When he saw better examples.

Not to dwell on the past
As long as moments last
And you feel the need to defend
There's still an exit wound.

How can you come
Back to your center?
The vacuum flies
Whenever you enter.
It sucks you dry
Just like the weather
In the deserts high

Prickles
And Snakes
Fire
That bakes
Away all your troubles

Along with
The lakes
The hills
The springs
The chills
The thrills
And spills

Of your inner child,
It's completely wild,
Chasing the fawn
Through the banks.

Then, it got shot.
Now what have you got?
'cept a record
And your muggy face.

But I digress.
I want to fly.
I can remember
A reason why
We're so different
You and I.
Just as you and grandpa were!

RMS_Episode_036 "A Physics Lesson"

Transcribed from RMS_Episode_036.

Welcome to the world
you've chosen for this moment
I am thinking it was a
rational choice (world).

Welcome to the reality
music that you've chosen
in your time.

Reality.

We're so glad
that you had
a chance to find
yourself in a bubble of your mind
Nine lives isn't enough for my darling kitty.

Reality.

Time.
Let it go.
It's just a reality.
It's going to end someday.

When it happens to you
your eyes will be closed all night

Disappear.
If you hear.
Did you know?
It's time to go.
Life is so lonely.
There's only one point.
No time.

Reality music show.
Are you good with time?
I'm good with time.
I do have no time. ;-)

While you play I can tell you about the article that I was talking about earlier. Maybe I can, because if I'm really listening to what you're playing I may have a hard time telling the story. But! I have an idea! Keep playing!

Will you keep playing? I'll be right back.
Do you recognize that?
I do. I do recognize that.

Background for you if you don't already know about physics
You'll need to know just a few simple facts
It's a quantum world if ya look down to the smallest center
of your anything or their anything
it's a quantum explanation
that you've got to understand
before I can go on with the rest of it.

So listen for a moment. Here it is:

There once was a lad named Schrödinger
who really liked his kitty cat, Gröninger.
He put her in a box
And she couldn't get out.
No information at all
could make it's way out
He arranged it such
that if you opened up the box
Then you would find a kitty cat
That was for the time it was closed in the box
Both dead and alive at the same time.

That's the paradoxial nature of the quantum math
That you'll need to accept for the moment as fact.

Then there's the one about any particular particle being in multiple places at the same time until an observer comes along and collapses its wave function and then it's only in one place. But the funny thing is, it was only in one place the whole time, only after the observer observed it. But before the observer observed it, it really was in a cloud of possibilities.

This means to organize any kind of organization you need to have an organizer.

And that's the other quantum fact
That I want you to remember
When I tell you about
This article
That I read recently
And found fascinating
That linked
Consciousness in the quantum mechanical realm

It said that:

Microtubules are what holds a cell's structure
Without them the cell would just collapse
It wouldn't be able to hold itself
in the shape that it's in.

And there's some cells in the human body
That are very strangely shaped,
And therefore require lots of microtubules.
(A strange argument ensues.)

Those cells are called neurons
And a lot of people believe
that if you put a lot of neurons together
you get a brain.

And that consciousness
must therefore
arise from matter.
Because, your brain is matter
it creates consciousness.

These people are called "Materialists."

Their partners
on the other side
of the coin
are called "Idealists"
who believe
that
they
create their own
reality
with their minds.

And then
there's the "Pluralists" (Got this totally opposite on the recording, where I said "Monoists", who are the ones that believe everything is unified.)
who think

that

consciousness

and

matter

are entirely separate

from each other.

But if you look at these microtubules that are operating at a quantum level, you'll see that there are actually thousands and thousands of them per cell, maybe even hundreds of thousands, maybe even millions. Lots. In each and every neuron.


It's very possible that each and every microtubule could be, itself, a little quantum bit state that flips back and forth. What if consciousness is what actually causes the wave function to collapse? Because, an observer that is looking at multiple particles sees the smear of particles, and then because they are observing it, it collapses into multiple particles.

It's not the observer that causes the wave function to collapse,

 But rather 

It is the wave function collapsing that creates the observer!

What he's saying is that
these quantum collapses are actually generating consciousness.
So -

consciousness is also a quantum particle,
just like every other quantum particle that -

makes the electrons and the protons
and the things that build up the atom
that build up everything else.

(Mumbling commences.)

Triad (Try Add)

.1

Never abandon loyal friends

Don't pursue that untrue end

For ever coming 'round the bend

Will come another chance to mend.

Always another line append.

.2

I've thought often

About you

Your popularity

So many friends

Wishing you well

I have my friends

I have my family

You are not

Among them.

.3

Strum the ether,

Create the light,

A single pitch,

Time is zero,

Mass infinite,

For the photon,

The electron's

Falling orbit

Connects our eyes

To the heavens.

Gravity

Music

Consciousness

Heart

Mind

Body

World

Universe

Consciousness

Music

You Make Me Out

Transcribed from RMS_Episode_053:

Where did you get all this nonsense?

I love you more than you know.

This may be just the beginning.

Let's see how far we can go.

You make yourself to be such a martyr,

You make yourself to be such a saint,

You may pretend you have all the answers,

You might have made a mistake.

You make me out to be such a monster,

You make me out to be your best friend,

Maybe you think that this is all my doing,

You might find out it's the end.

Where did you get all this nonsense?

I love you more than you know.

This could be just the beginning.

Let's see how far we can go.

I know I have to go,

But the going's kind of slow,

I have got to let it flow for a

Little while...

Little while...

All you got to do is say

That you want to screw and I'll

Give it all to you for a

Little while...

Little while...

Yeah......

You know you got to breathe, you got

Nothin' up your sleeve, medi-

Tate on what you need for a

Little while...

Little while...

All is said and done, we

Had ourselves some fun, and

Now it's time to run for a

Little while...

Little while...

Little why a why a while?

I think I

See your point.

Tai Chi Sword

While doing tai chi sword

I happened to cut a cord

When the movement that I made

Sunk into my own flesh

The imaginary sword

I was holding in my hand

Cut through me half in half

While I just looked on and laughed

I stretched into a pose

Not unlike a blooming rose

Until my petals stretched

In ways they couldn't before.

Hello from a world gone mad

Hello from a world gone mad
Where everything's over the top
I guess it wouldn't be so bad
Except the thoughts won't ever stop

They pile up like cars on the highway
Spewing smoke into the air
Getting in each others' way
Distracted drivers do not care

A moment of silence please
For the ones that have gone
As soon as the last one shut up
Another one came along

Hello from a world gone mad
Where everything's over the top
Once I realized I was glad
And every form was just a prop

They fell around like flower petals
Opened to a brand new day
Turned transparent like diamonds
Sparkled as they flew away

Another quiet moment now
Of stillness and peace and joy
I looked into a reflection
And awoke the real McCoy.

Internal combustion

Fly into the space between
What is and might have been
And from that vantage no routine
Can keep you from your look within

Without hesitation
No reservation
Table the discussion
Internal combustion

What is where and how is when
The time for thought has lost its place
Tired of watching CNN
It's too hard to keep the pace

Without hesitation
No reservation
Table the discussion
Internal combustion

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