LATE FOR THE SKY
Jackson Browne
http://www.volleyball.org/taj/sky.html
LATE FOR THE SKY
Now the words had all been spoken
And somehow the feeling still wasn't right
And still we continued on through the night
Tracing our steps from the beginning
Until they vanished into the air
Trying to understand
How our lives has lead us there
Looking hard into your eyes
There was nobody I'd ever known
Such an empty surprise
To feel so alone
Now for me some words come easy
But I know that they don't mean that much
Compared with the things that are said when lovers touch
You never knew what I loved in you
I don't know what you loved in me
Maybe the picture of somebody you were hoping I might be
Awake again I can't pretend
And I know I'm alone
And close to the end
Of the feeling we've known
How long have I been sleeping
How long have I been drifting alone through the night
How long have I've dreaming I could make it right
If I closed my eyes and tried with all my might
To be the one you need
Awake again I can't pretend
And I know I'm alone
And close to the end
Of the feeling we've known
How long I've been sleeping
How long have I been drifting alone through the night
How long have I been running for that morning flight
Through the whispered promises and the changing light
In the bed where we both lie
Late for the sky
Remember A Devout "Opening Farewell"
Hotwired Reality Warning To Jump Start
Things Off For All To Mull Over...
The human being who would not harm you on an individual, face-to-face basis, who is charitable, civic-minded, loving and devout, will wound or kill you from behind the corporate veil.
Morton Mintz
Enter Now Within The Glad Arena's Millenial Annihilation Of Souls
Unto Which Each Being Will Enter Into An Appointed Destined Destination...
Of The Great Gift Of Time...Used & Misused In The Arena Of Life & Death
Within All zoneS OF Twilights Divine Interventions...(TDI)
So Let's look At The Record books...Aware of The RecollectIonS...
That Still Seem To Be Coming Up "Short On Memory"...
In Life's Seemingly Insignificant Daily Arena Of Fore-thought & Fore-Sight.
Within The Sands Of The Time & Space Arena Of Both Life & Death...
Arena
Origin: L. Arena, harena, sand, a sandy place.
1. The area in the central part of an amphitheater,
in which the gladiators fought and other shows were exhibited;
so called because it was covered with sand.
2. Any place of public contest or exertion; any sphere of action;
as, the arena of debate; the arena of life.
In A Blood Oath Stained In Waters Grace
Changing The Direction Of Being Laced
To The Essence Of Water Into Wine
Back inTo Blood Graced Through Each Line...
In Which To Misread Me Without The Hopes & Dreams Of
The UnderGround X's Divine Prophesies Not Ment For The UnDead But For The Living Now Out From The Grave...And So It Goes Like The Simple Push Of A ButTon...
Thus Time Is Wasting...Away Unto A "Mummies Curse" With A Fallen destiny Nowhere Bound...Bound By The Rush & Madness Delights That Ferment In Minds Of Doubless Wonder...Who ask For Help But Still Refuse To Believe In The UnBelievable Truths...
Even as We Suspect That Intelligence Is An Undervalued & Undeveloped Commodity.
So There Is Not Much More Left To Say Or Is There To Those Who are
Here Now To Recieve The Word "AS wE aLL hAVE a lIFE wITHIN ouR hANDS"...
As We Thus Still Gladly Throw You alL
A Saving Graced Arena Rope Of Hope , Wisdom & Understanding
Even To Those unworthy Of Its Graced Effects But Still What Do You Do But Go On Ahead Without Divine Understanding , Hope Or Wisdom & Moronically Hang Yourselves Out To Dry With It...So Then Be It So...Strange How It all Comes Down Once Every Blue Moons Shining Grace...Even Upon The Murky Muddled Waters That abound A Life Raft Flooting Along Surrounded amist all The Sadness , Miseries & Sorrows Deepest Despair...
Overcome Even If By Going Silently Past The Stilled Cemetaries Binding Long March Out From Nowheres Bound...
Still Stilled Out From Hopes Eternal Grace
Even If Recoiled Invisibly "Just South Of Nowhere"...
So Submitted For Your Approval Or At Least Your Analysis,
Under The Timeless Stop-Watch Of Fated Re-Awakenings...
But We Still Appoligize For Our Devout Interjections
& Reflections Of Divine Truths..
Just Food For Thought within The Digestive Reasoning
Of Both Time & Spaces Reflective Intuitions...
As The Years Shall Now Pass...
As It All Comes To Amass & Cast
Each Shadow Out From The Graves Of The Past...
Within A Time & Space Matrix Vortex Paradigm Shift Along
Fate's Endless Grand Journey Enterprise Release Highway
Commencing With The Divine Hopes , Eternal Dreams & Wonderous Fantasies
Held Forever In A Collective Gathering Of Cosmic Energies
Within All Star Trekers Earthly Realities & Demensions...
Thus As The Starlight Of Long Ago Dead Stars
Still Shine Their Essence Of Light Earthbound
Holding Within Them The Essence Of Existence
Of All Souls Eternally At Heaven's Gate...
So Shall We All Now Once Again
Begin To See The Divine Light Of Reason
All For Each & Everything that Shall
Now Coming Into PassionsPlays Awaiting Arms
So Here It Is...Without Further Old Mazoo Adue...
Instinctive Nature Unleashed &
Given Forth To Fade In Out From The Darkness...
FOR EVERYMAN - Jackson Browne
http://www.volleyball.org/taj/everyman.html
Everybody I talk to is ready to leave
With the light of the morning
They've seen the end coming down long enough to believe
That they've heard their last warning
Standing alone
Each has his own ticket in his hand
And as the evening descends
I sit thinking 'bout Everyman
Seems like I've always been looking for some other place
To get it together
Where with a few of my friends I could give up the race
And maybe find something better
But all my fine dreams
Well thought out schemes to gain the motherland
Have all eventually come down to waiting for Everyman
Waiting here for Everyman--
Make it on your own if you think you can
If you see somewhere to go I understand
Waiting here for Everyman--
Don't ask me if he'll show -- baby I don't know
Make it on your own if you think you can
Somewhere later on you'll have to take a stand
Then you're going to need a hand
Everybody's just waiting to hear from the one
Who can give them the answers
And lead them back to that place in the warmth of the sun
Where sweet childhood still dances
Who'll come along
And hold out that strong and gentle father's hand?
Long ago I heard someone say something 'bout Everyman
Waiting here for Everyman--
Make it on your own if you think you can
If you see somewhere to go I understand
I'm not trying to tell you that I've seen the plan
Turn and walk away if you think I am--
But don't think too badly of one who's left holding sand
He's just another dreamer, dreaming 'bout Everyman
...Have You Now Not Been Given Your Last Warning...???
& Have You Now Not Also Heard Your Last Of Me (Us)...???
For truth is precious and divine,
too rich a pearl for carnal swine.
Samuel Butler
Thus...
"My Opening Farewell"
By Jackson Browne
http://www.volleyball.org/taj/saturate.html
There's a train everyday leaving either way
There's a world, you know
You got a way's to go
And I'll soon believe -- it's just as well
This is my opening farewell...
SO Thus My Friends There It Is...
& Thus Within My Opening Farewell...
I have found a friend, freest of Spirits
Born in hard prisons and
abiding their like a sleeping lion
For even in the darkest and crassest times
Liberty trembles in the lines of poets
And affirms itself in the pages of thinkers
And Burns solitary and magnificent
In some men who can not be assimilated
by the world around them.
For Liberty appears as abiding purely
And invincibly and consciously
Only in a few noble spirits.
This Post Is Dedicated To One of My Favorite
Song Writers & Musicians Jackson Browne
Signed Sadly & Tragically
At The PassionSword Blades Edge
We Bitter Over Bitter Gladiators
Of The Society Of The Sacred PassionWord
As We All Now Once Again...Within Each & Every "Opening Farewell"
In Life's Seemingly Insignificant Daily Arena Of Fore-thought & Fore-Sight.
Within The Sands Of The Time & Space Arena Of Both Life & Death...
Fade To Late For The Sky "For Everyman" Black
