So. Test For Echo.

[brightlotusmoon]

looking down on empty streets, all she can see
are the dreams all made solid
are the dreams all made real

all of the buildings, all of those cars
were once just a dream
in somebody's head

she pictures the broken glass, she pictures the steam
she pictures a soul
with no leak at the seam

let's take the boat out
wait until darkness
let's take the boat out
wait until darkness comes

nowhere in the corridors of pale green and grey
nowhere in the suburbs
in the cold light of day

there in the midst of it so alive and alone
words support like bone

dreaming of mercy street
wear your inside out
dreaming of mercy
in your daddy's arms again
dreaming of mercy street
swear they moved that sign
dreaming of mercy
in your daddy's arms

pulling out the papers from the drawers that slide smooth
tugging at the darkness, word upon word

confessing all the secret things in the warm velvet box
to the priest-he's the doctor
he can handle the shocks

dreaming of the tenderness-the tremble in the hips
of kissing Mary's lips

dreaming of mercy street
wear your insides out
dreaming of mercy
in your daddy's arms again
dreaming of mercy street
swear they moved that sign
looking for mercy
in your daddy's arms

mercy, mercy, looking for mercy
mercy, mercy, looking for mercy

Anne, with her father is out in the boat
riding the water
riding the waves on the sea


I spoke too soon.
Gods, I'm too tired to acknowledge the pain.
Fibrmyalgia is a bitch, but I refuse to be fibromyalgia's bitch.
I've been under an interesting amount of physical and neurological stress over the last month, not admitting to it, not recognizing it, not doing much about it -- now paying for it with a month-long fibro flare and two complex partial seizures, one that became a secondary generalized tonic clonic, one that sent my entire reality spinning and twisting down the rabbit hole.
But you know what? It's all good.
Tantric sex last night helped a great deal, pushing me into a very high state of consciousness, making me feel as connected as possible to what I percieve to be the universe and divinity and my own higher self. I came down from it calm, physically sedate, and tranquil as a lotus-eater. I opened myself up enough to see his aura completely (it's very bright and strong, like the sun). We need to do it more often. The fiery, passionate, pulse-pounding fuck of sex is fantastic, but it can hurt my central nervous system if it's too intense. Tantric is much better.
I'll make myself better. Slowly.


Driven up and down in circles
Skidding down a road of black ice
Staring in and out storm windows
Driven to a fool's paradise

It's my turn to drive
But it's my turn to drive

Driven to the margin of error
Driven to the edge of control
Driven to the margin of terror
Driven to the edge of a deep, dark hole

Driven day and night in circles
Spinning like a whirlwind of leaves
Stealing in and out back alleys
Driven to another den of thieves

But it's my turn to drive
But it's my turn to drive

Driven in -- Driven to the edge
Driven out -- On the thin end of the wedge
Driven off -- By things I've never seen
Driven on -- By the road to somewhere I've never been

But it's my turn to drive
But it's my turn to drive

The road unwinds towards me
What was there is gone
The road unwinds before me
And I go riding on

But it's my turn to drive
But it's my turn to drive

Comments

[sigma7.livejournal.com]

Aww. I know nothing about fibro flares, but I know good music when I see/hear it. Good call on Gabriel and our happy Canadian minstrels. They were instrumental in getting me through the last calendar year.

[brightlotusmoon.livejournal.com]

Two of my favorite songs from back then. :)

[ryotboi.livejournal.com]

great poetry!

i hear you about not recognizing stress and flares and physical stuff until it has a way of catching up with you. good to hear you're pacing; that's something i'm trying to drill into my brain now.

wow, you can see auras? that's neat!

i agree that sex can be intensely spiritual; altho physically it can sometimes do a number on me sometimes after the afterglow wears off. :}

go you with the wordsmithing!

[ryotboi.livejournal.com]

OMG that is from Peter Gabriel? call me culturally inept, thought that was an original from you! lolz

[brightlotusmoon.livejournal.com]

*laughs* It's okay; I tend to write poetry that sounds similar anyway.

[brightlotusmoon.livejournal.com]

It's not poetry, but thanks. They're songs: "Mercy Street" by Peter Gabriel and "Driven" by Rush.

Yes, I see auras, as well as feel them. I'm psychically pretty sensitive.

[ryotboi.livejournal.com]

uh *headdesk*

especially since those are some of my gf's fave artists that she plays frequently.

i wonder about auras, some people say it's like a cross between seeing and feeling them? my ex said that i had a magneta aura with flares of green, and because i could never see that personally on others, i wondered myself about colors and intensities.

i read that there is a way to try to prep oneself to try to see auras, as much as one is psychically able. i should do some more research on that. what's you're take? (if you'd care to share, and sorries if you've been asked these things like a billion times) :D

[brightlotusmoon.livejournal.com]

It really is just about meditation and concentration for me. I think people can see and feel auras naturally if they work at it. :)