Saturday, December 16, 2017

Change

Change
Paul Gallagher October 22, 2017©

VS1
Hands and knees in the tunnel
It’s so dark and so long
Hands and knees in this tunnel
It’s so dark and so long
Reaching into my pocket
Pull out a match; the darkness is gone


VS2
There is a picture in front of me
It has a big wooden frame
The picture that I see
Has a big wooden frame
Change the frame to gold
I see the change; a big sea change


VS3
Grab my coat and grab my hat
My boots are laced up tight
Grab my coat and grab my hat
My boots are laced up tight
Running through that doorway
Can I make it; make it on time?

Hope I can make it; make it on time

My Music – It’s a Rap


My Music – It’s a Rap

Paul Gallagher, Sept. 23 2017© 

I’m supposin’ you didn’t hear that...
Caveat....not likely...  I don’t remember either
When I was hangin’ in my very first lair
Felt it...could not hear it...you know why
Boom Boom Boom Boom
Heart beat, mother’s heart beat
Hangin’ ...waitin’ for it... waitin’ for it
In my very first living room.

Even before I grew a bit; even before I knew it,
Music was my noisy friend,
Shake ... quake... vibrate
Music sending a secret signal
To every little molecule
Setting up a ripple ....building a tidal wave
Making my skin warm and tingle
Inviting my brain to bubble and go astral

Hypnotize me
With the steady beat
Floating vocal
Floating solo
Delicious chocolate cake airflow
Baptize me with sonic holy water...
Head.. heart.. and feet...
.....Downbeat......
Revolutionize me
Encourage me
Express what I won’t say
When it’s bittersweet

I’m supposin’ you remember hearing that
We were all being blasted at
Rockin’ anthems... shakin’ rhythms
Crowding around the stage
Different bodies feeling the same
Every body a sizzling fuse
Ready to go boom boom... boom boom
Sharing the love in the room

Oh... yeah....


Sometimes I want to be with my headphones
Walking beats keep my feet neat to the pavement
Other times when I’m alone
Invisible sympathetic strings resonate...
Resonate with how I feel
Her voice in lament ... the accompaniment
Spare, precise and deep
Hard to swallow with those translucent blues

Hypnotize me
With syncopation
You have my attention
No expectation
Delicious peppermint airflow
Surprize me with a turn of phrase
An unexpected rhyme
That plays.....
Infuse me
Don’t confuse me
Metamorphise me
Re-arrange my molecules

Life is music  and music is life
Vibrations
Squeaky grocery cart wheels - slamming door frames
Baby cries, lovers’ laughs and sighs
Footsteps in the empty hospital hall
Sound of meditation breath
Wheeze of panic ....compressed chest
Hurricane winds make you think you’re gonna die

Music can lie and it can be true
If I want to hear another point of view
Stop and wonder and ponder what’s going on
Respect myself and respect you
Otherwise... otherwise... otherwise
Mixing misogyny and harmony, glorifying 2-timing with rhyming
Making distance and separation instead of juxtaposition
Silent shame is an invisible prison


Hypnotize me
With pensive flow
Music breaks the cycle
Of discontent or plateaux
Surprize me with a memory
Or another idea
Awaken my empathy
And courage......
Infuse me
Don’t confuse me
Metamorphise me
Re-arrange my molecules

Hypnotize me
With a different beat
You have my attention
No justification
Surprize taste of freedom
Like toothpaste
Clear and fresh
Start again
Infuse me
Don’t confuse me
Metamorphise me
Re-arrange my molecules

Mystery

Mystery

Paul Gallagher, Dec. 13, 2016©


Life and Death
Magic
Hope ….Misery
This is a very subjective
Personal opinion
Tonight I will stick to this side of the curtain

A story to illustrate….

The quarter moon keeps popping in
And out of the smoky black clouds
Shadows on a slow continuous reel
Re-playing at the speed of the wind
Bare branches rattle in the cold.

Not sure how I got here
And I’m here
Perhaps Television Logic
You know….Holes in the story
The stories I tell myself.

Bear with me

I hear a sound that is far away
Large deep and tight drumming rhythm

Boogada boogada boogada,boogada

Very consistent and urgent
NOT comforting.
It’s, whatever it is, approaching.

My imagination is fired up,
With the help of the flirting moon and cold shadows.
The tone, tenure and vibe
Deepen the purple blue black of the night
Mouth breathing
Signals the brain to fight or flight
I decide on hide.

Boogada boogada boogada,boogada

The old road (still haven’t figured out how I got here)
Is missing the original gravel cover
Now hard old dirt.
Where I happen to be standing
Is a dry culvert, couple of pine trees and a few well placed rocks
Conveniently placed for an impromptu hideout.

Bugada Bugada Bugada Bugada Bugada

Getting louder, more clear,  closer.

Duck down in the culvert and cover my mouth to hide my billowing breath.

Bugada Bugada Bugada Bugada Bugada

Close my eyes and stop breathing
If I don’t see ….maybe I won’t be seen.
The sound is almost on top of me.
Rhythm is clear.

Bugada bugada bugada,bugada

Horses hooves in a hurry
I dare to uncover my left eye
A black train of flesh and mane
Stops with snorts and bulging veins.

Flaring nostrils expel vapour clouds
Moonlight outlines the animals’ sweat
Massive muscles on the barn sized beasts
I hug the ground, French Kiss the cold dirt.

Five black capes snap with the night wind
Flashes of moonlight reflect from the satin finish
Pirate flags without the bones
Five Riders reign in

Who are these Five Riders of the Apocalypse?
What do they want?
Where did they come from?
When will they be leaving?
I’m shaking…I’m freezing
Why , oh Why oh Why?

This is a dream
What does it mean
Let me explain

Who… is to blame?
Who…. do you think you are?
Who…. will do this or that?
What …..is holding me back?
What …do you want….. what do I want?
Where…. am I going?
Where…. were you when I needed you?
Where …..is the answer?
When….. will I be happy,
When ….will you understand me?
When… can I be certain?
Why me?

I’ve raised out of my hiding place
To face the Dark Ones
I’m surprised to hear another sound
More hoofs
Another stead closing in
Silver…..

The Lighter Horse and Rider
Pull up in front of the darker entourage
How did this apparition appear?
Yes, it is the Sixth Rider ……”How”.

Sllver Rider dismounts and gently touches each Dark Stead

Here is “How”’s Magic
Combine the best of the Double Yous
“How” accepts and respects
“How” is hope
 “How” is a brave direction
Review and another view

Perhaps the mystery can have some charm
Drop the Panic: Lose the Alarm
Drop the W’s and the whine
Let’s give them another name
Re-Frame
Let them shine.

Who = “H” and “O” = add a 2 for H2O = water, flow, let it go = wash clean
What = hat = put on the hat ….. of perspective
Where = here……right now.
When = hen = hens eggs = the perfect universal shape =
Solid and yet fragile shell = with warmth and care a new life is born.
Why = hy = look a little higher, look a little farther, look a little longer.

Mystery of life and beyond the Curtain
Still remains
Reframed
Nothing is certain
Too much information.

I struggle to remind myself

To ask myself “What do I care about right now?”