weary globe shatters
in flames of enlightenment
rebuild paradise
tye dye clad angels
salvaging pieces of peace
rebuild paradise
what is the Row?
Bob Dylan - Desolation Row  lyrics | analysis   i take no credit for lyrics or analysis (or anything else on this thing for that matter). peace/love to all
the Row has many names and assumes many forms. It is constant, and it is ever-changing. it is reality, and it is imagination. it is rejection, and it is acceptance. it is desolation, and it is free, unshackled jubilation.
the Row harnesses the collective creative energies of our entire universe. it is the powerful--yet undefinable--presence inside each and every one of us, the voice that calls us, begs us to embrace our unique artistic potential and challenge the cruelty and the banality of mainstream society. it provides a haven and an inspiration for the ingenuity and the vision that exist within all of us and furnishes an environment where we can cast away the trammels of reality and embrace of the limitless canvas of imagination and fantasy.
the Row, dear reader, offers true and invulnerable happiness and definite, exhilarating purpose. my friend, I invite to embrace the ipseity that lies dormant deep within your soul. To dream, to hope, to create.... come with me, to the Row.    hide
the Row has many names and assumes many forms. It is constant, and it is ever-changing. it is reality, and it is imagination. it is rejection, and it is acceptance. it is desolation, and it is free, unshackled jubilation.
the Row harnesses the collective creative energies of our entire universe. it is the powerful--yet undefinable--presence inside each and every one of us, the voice that calls us, begs us to embrace our unique artistic potential and challenge the cruelty and the banality of mainstream society. it provides a haven and an inspiration for the ingenuity and the vision that exist within all of us and furnishes an environment where we can cast away the trammels of reality and embrace of the limitless canvas of imagination and fantasy.
the Row, dear reader, offers true and invulnerable happiness and definite, exhilarating purpose. my friend, I invite to embrace the ipseity that lies dormant deep within your soul. To dream, to hope, to create.... come with me, to the Row.    hide
5.02.2011
5.01.2011
colorful breeze.
perpetuate hate
flowers fall from pedals
the dust shall never settle
on the deserts we create
shall the colors ever join again
in their dances of simpler days?
the answer is hushed by the fragmented freedom
with which they delude our brains
for the love of a summer will fall like the leaves
leaving branches of bare memories
but the smiles and laughter will linger forever
like scents on a colorful breeze
a single embrace
of confident comfort
shall one day unite us all
and we'll march on that day
to a sweet island bay
and frolic about in the sea
flowers fall from pedals
the dust shall never settle
on the deserts we create
shall the colors ever join again
in their dances of simpler days?
the answer is hushed by the fragmented freedom
with which they delude our brains
for the love of a summer will fall like the leaves
leaving branches of bare memories
but the smiles and laughter will linger forever
like scents on a colorful breeze
a single embrace
of confident comfort
shall one day unite us all
and we'll march on that day
to a sweet island bay
and frolic about in the sea
4.11.2011
fern.
if my mind should drift from the world you know
dear, wave and smile and watch me go
for i'll send a postcard from the meadow above
from the land of perennial sun
i'll impart the wisdom handed down from the stars
and rid the world of its deep bleeding scars
and i'll bring thee some fruit upon my return
grown in the shadow of God's greenest fern.
dear, wave and smile and watch me go
for i'll send a postcard from the meadow above
from the land of perennial sun
i'll impart the wisdom handed down from the stars
and rid the world of its deep bleeding scars
and i'll bring thee some fruit upon my return
grown in the shadow of God's greenest fern.
3.07.2011
wind (to and fro).
drudging through days
in a cloud of cliches
we change from phase to phase
in a lifeless parade
and so it shall go, and so it shall go
a big box of rain, locked in a timeless flow
and God's resigned sigh can be heard, don't you know
In the prosaic wind that blows us to and fro.
in a cloud of cliches
we change from phase to phase
in a lifeless parade
and so it shall go, and so it shall go
a big box of rain, locked in a timeless flow
and God's resigned sigh can be heard, don't you know
In the prosaic wind that blows us to and fro.
2.20.2011
twins.
the green, the gray
the sun, the rain
the night, the day
different, but same
and we ride the amorphous wave\
for life, dear fiend, exists in the distance
between the fire and ice
for darkness and light, they are brothers
twins under different disguise
the sun, the rain
the night, the day
different, but same
and we ride the amorphous wave\
for life, dear fiend, exists in the distance
between the fire and ice
for darkness and light, they are brothers
twins under different disguise
1.28.2011
megaphone, megaphone.
to paint the world white
to paint the world pure
they envelope sight
in the name of the Light
but love is found not in a worn holy book
whose pages are bound with lies
perhaps love is found in the peace that you took
from the people with smiling eyes
megaphone, megaphone, piercing the air
what truth is carried in your cries?
for the music is lost in the hate that you glean
from the love inside 3:16
1.24.2011
smile.
walking in the golden sunlight
your hair glows with your smile
oh, sunlight guide me, contented child
i give myself to the light tonight
im falling through your bright blues eyes
as your hand beckons me closer
wrap me gently, darling, in the blanket of freedom
and the whisper of your comforting sighs
id say id show you the world, but it's not this world that i need
i long to live in the world you love
and smile in your dreams.
your hair glows with your smile
oh, sunlight guide me, contented child
i give myself to the light tonight
im falling through your bright blues eyes
as your hand beckons me closer
wrap me gently, darling, in the blanket of freedom
and the whisper of your comforting sighs
id say id show you the world, but it's not this world that i need
i long to live in the world you love
and smile in your dreams.
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