Dwelling between past and present. What was and what will be.
Dreams and memory as a tool to shape the future.
She sells
seashells
by the seaside
She sells
Seashells
By the seashore
We were born,
no control
Born in a safe zone
Born in danger danger
Born on active mode
Born, sleep and cry
Born, act now
Together, not alone
Speaking in tongues
For you
I preach in circles
While a timeless whisper
Moves the word
I used to dream about lilies
Arum lilies to be precise
A dwell of flowers
In front of me there was a dog. There was a big big dog, one eye red, one eye blue… he wouldn't let me go through…
Once again, I walked through the forest
In front of me, the dog. One eye red, one eye blue. Wouldn’t let me go through. It’s like he was saying no pictures allowed, no pictures allowed.
What happens when you cannot take pictures?
I’ve been thinking about war lately.
I’ve been thinking about my government.
I’ve been thinking about your government.
And when we say:
I have to take a stepback. I cannot deal with this anymore.
I have to take a stepback. I cannot deal with this anymore.
I have to take a stepback. I cannot deal with this anymore.
And you start falling asleep and if you are like me you lose all the control you have over your body and saliva starts dripping out of your mouth, leaving this pillow soaking wet.
Oh wait, have I said this before. I have. Do you remember? Not here, not now.
(Sings)
nevermind, nevermind
I have to take a stepback. I cannot deal with this anymore.
I have to take a stepback. I cannot deal with this anymore.
I keep forgetting how to act in this world.
This is not a step back!
Let us speak of privilege
A rose is a rose
A vein is a vein
My car is a car
Was a car?
My car had a road
…
sometimes
Words can not avoid meaning something. Language can.
Poets know it.
Build a structure.
Use it.
Don’t step aside.
Make money.
Use it.
Don’t step aside.
What is it about dreams that lets us peek into the future?
That lets us tell the fortune to the fortune teller.
That lets us…
… Crave bullet proof vests
for
coercive invincible replies
to your childhood trauma
I dreamt of death.
Every night.
Every day.
Water in my face
Water in my face
Thank you Mom!
Do not play with fire
-He said.
-Coming back?
Or walking away?
And I pray
Fire will play with you
-I said.
Never lost and never found
A fire place
(Sings)