tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86050514250814002042024-02-21T01:41:53.692-08:00Deep Forest GrooveA lifelong collection of original lyrics and poetry, by ShadowOcean, ETSY shop owner of MusicTeacherMuse https://www.etsy.com/shop/MusicTeacherMuse Piano/Vocals @ https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCi_fMcwVpgYoVb3BiO5VKzw Twitch @ https://www.twitch.tv/shadowocean40 Instagram @shadowocean40ShadowOceanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12950530997092921781noreply@blogger.comBlogger115125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8605051425081400204.post-742983820207977262021-03-14T22:30:00.000-07:002021-03-14T22:30:22.619-07:00Life Insurance<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Oh mechanical body<br />
with a reckless driver<br />
When you break down<br />
somewhere<br />
on the information highway<br />
Make certain<br />
you are insured.<br />
<br />
<br />
ShadowOcean<br />
03-16-2000</div>
ShadowOceanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12950530997092921781noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8605051425081400204.post-89574640669418406342021-03-14T22:29:00.003-07:002023-04-29T10:02:50.881-07:00Quiet Endings<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
You didn't join me<br />
for a final cigarette.<br />
It's 4:50 in the morning and I'm still<br />
not tired yet.<br />
I'm wired from the candy<br />
And the handy way you handled me tonight.<br />
I feel a little more alone than usual,<br />
this foreign home<br />
Sends shivers though my sometimes<br />
rational mind.<br />
Who is this face<br />
I place my body next to?<br />
Can you tolerate my quirks?<br />
Can I live beside you?<br />
<br />
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<br />Shadow Ocean<br />
2000</div>
ShadowOceanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12950530997092921781noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8605051425081400204.post-46287152371927007592021-03-14T22:29:00.002-07:002021-03-14T22:29:59.917-07:00St. Patricks Day<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
You called me at 8:00<br />
Your voice ringing 2000 clear miles away<br />
A double Irish Nudge and soda bread<br />
Grow cold in our empty booth<br />
On this distant St. Patrick's Day.<br />
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<br />ShadowOcean<br />
03-17-2000<br />
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ShadowOceanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12950530997092921781noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8605051425081400204.post-16141182939950034692021-03-14T22:29:00.000-07:002021-03-14T22:29:08.540-07:00Desperation<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I can give you<br />
the illusion<br />
of the perfect woman<br />
Shave during every shower<br />
Do my hair<br />
Pick a certain outfit<br />
Because I care<br />
Flash a friendly smile<br />
A coy look<br />
A gentle reproof<br />
Remain aloof<br />
Whatever you require<br />
Or desire.<br />
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<br />ShadowOcean<br />
2000 </div>
ShadowOceanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12950530997092921781noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8605051425081400204.post-72166544352798290742021-03-14T22:28:00.000-07:002021-03-14T22:28:37.658-07:00The Doe of Salvation<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
His eyes were lifted to the heavens above<br />
He sighed and drifted to a place filled with love<br />
And his soul which had hunted found its quarry at last<br />
As the doe of salvation came wandering past<br />
<br />
Well he faltered a moment before drawing his bow<br />
Mesmerized by the wonder of his sacred doe<br />
And he knew all his friends would have laughed at the thought<br />
That he, the great huntsman had missed such a shot<br />
<br />
So he drew his fell arrow and leveled the bow<br />
In a straight steady line with the breast of the doe<br />
But his fingers were trembling, his breath coming short<br />
At the thought of destroying the beast just for sport<br />
<br />
With gentle heart pounding he lowered his aim<br />
And fell to his knees in repentance and shame<br />
But the doe stepped toward him with head proud and high<br />
Standing fearless before him she looked in his eye<br />
<br />
For your mercy, my brother, she cried, a reward!<br />
You shall dwell evermore in the grace of the Lord<br />
His eyes were uplifted to heaven above<br />
He sighed and he drifted to a place filled with love<br />
<br />
And his soul which had hunted found its quarry at last<br />
As the doe of salvation came wandering past.<br />
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ShadowOcean<br />
2000 <br />
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ShadowOceanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12950530997092921781noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8605051425081400204.post-39775368951701301722021-03-14T22:27:00.000-07:002021-03-14T22:27:46.113-07:00Princepality (to Machiavelli)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Divine right<br />
Reinforced by steel<br />
Drawn over rocky paths<br />
On golden carriage wheels<br />
While servants bring your meals<br />
<br />
War-hardened and cruel<br />
Or weak and pampered grace<br />
We simper to your face<br />
While plotting your betrayal<br />
To reassure our place<br />
<br />
Born to power<br />
Schooled in diplomacy<br />
Forged in battle<br />
Or burdened by hypocracy<br />
A slave to the beurocracy<br />
<br />
Will you rise like Alexander?<br />
Or fall like Napoleon?<br />
How many battles have you won?<br />
And do you have a son?<br />
When will your time be done?<br />
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<br />ShadowOcean<br />
09-2005</div>
ShadowOceanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12950530997092921781noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8605051425081400204.post-42570398066585589622021-03-14T22:26:00.000-07:002021-03-14T22:26:30.839-07:00Life Stories<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Stories of the past<br />
Serve<br />
To remind us<br />
Of paths well-worn with<br />
Footsteps<br />
Left behind us<br />
Another year<br />
Another<br />
Setting sun<br />
The hours of toil<br />
Before<br />
The game is won<br />
The trail ascends<br />
The ridge<br />
Appears much higher<br />
Than we can reach<br />
Weighed down<br />
By base desires<br />
The trees crowd in<br />
To block<br />
Our lofty view<br />
But still we climb<br />
Our lives<br />
Are to pursue.<br />
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<br />ShadowOcean<br />
2005<br />
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ShadowOceanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12950530997092921781noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8605051425081400204.post-81560542098831762242021-03-14T22:25:00.000-07:002021-03-14T22:25:12.832-07:00Lifetimes<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
The fall from grace is long and slow<br />
And leaves us time to ponder<br />
What sordid fate awaits below<br />
And all the while our fears may grow<br />
Our feet are free to wander.<br />
<br />
The call to arms is swift and proud<br />
And leaves a wake of sorrow<br />
As bloody hoof prints thunder loud<br />
Beneath the angry sky, the cloud<br />
Rains tears from heaven on their shroud.<br />
<br />
The hands of time are swift and fleet<br />
Decreasing with each hour<br />
As brazen youth admits defeat<br />
And age assumes its lofty seat<br />
A throne of wisdom, bittersweet.<br />
<br />
The night comes tumbling down to day<br />
A sullen glow pervades the sky<br />
The skin is touched by ashy grey<br />
As soul and spirit fly away<br />
Abandoning their husk of clay.<br />
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<br />
<br />ShadowOcean<br />
2005</div>
ShadowOceanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12950530997092921781noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8605051425081400204.post-90844172351403369382021-03-14T22:24:00.000-07:002021-03-14T22:24:05.466-07:00Reflection (A Wood Nymph)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
A wood nymph crept to the well at dawn<br />
While dewdrops sparkled on the lawn<br />
As morning's light approached the hedge<br />
Her eyes were lured to the deep well edge<br /> </div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">And there reflected on the glassy wet<br />
Was the loveliest wood nymph she'd ever met<br />
She leaned and reached her hand to save<br />
The vision from its watery grave<br /> </div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">But leaned too far, and could not keep<br />
From tumbling in the murky deep<br />
She struggled vainly, tried to save<br />
Herself from this untimely grave<br /> </div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">The spirit sought was never found<br />
And sighing in her grief, she drowned.<br />
Now if you find this certain well<br />
Wherein the wood nymph weaves her spell<br /> </div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">And wait until the dew of dawn<br />
Has scattered diamonds on the lawn<br />
Then look within and you may see<br />
A spirit in captivity<br /> </div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Unaltered by the march of time<br />
Her image lingers to remind<br />
Unwary watchers of the danger<br />
Of seeing yourself as a stranger.<br />
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<br />ShadowOcean<br />
2005</div>
ShadowOceanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12950530997092921781noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8605051425081400204.post-12965640272327230232021-03-14T22:23:00.000-07:002021-03-14T22:23:23.526-07:00Dragon<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Lizard of thunder<br />
Capture our wonder<br />
With stories of plunder<br />
And lives rent asunder<br />
By lightning and flame<br />
Or knights seeking fame<br />
In a cave of disaster<br />
In which you are master.<br />
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<br />ShadowOcean<br />
2005<br />
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ShadowOceanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12950530997092921781noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8605051425081400204.post-19055220402062660942021-03-14T22:22:00.001-07:002021-03-14T22:22:54.588-07:00Deception<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Deception is a vicious beast<br />
Who creeps and lurks behind the door<br />
Or drips like water from the eaves<br />
And slicks the surface of the floor<br />
<br />
And if you turn your face away<br />
He rakes his icy claws across<br />
The tender flesh of innocence<br />
Which rent asunder, then is lost<br />
<br />
To lie and seek the truth are both<br />
Conditions of the human mind<br />
And what we choose to manifest<br />
Determines how we are defined<br />
<br />
Deception seeps in like a fog<br />
Enveloping within its wake<br />
The final vestiges of truth<br />
And leaves your empty heart to break.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />ShadowOcean<br />
2005</div>
ShadowOceanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12950530997092921781noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8605051425081400204.post-72350391876321275322021-03-14T22:22:00.000-07:002021-03-14T22:22:37.267-07:00New Orleans, September 2005<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
The streets are still<br />
The silence fills<br />
The cracks and dips<br />
Where dirty water drips<br />
Abandoned by the rebel<br />
Crowds of drunken devil<br />
Seekers, and the doorway<br />
Sleepers, the poor<br />
And meek who made<br />
Their way alone, no prayer<br />
Is strong enough to lift<br />
Their bones above the drifts<br />
Of mud and broken homes<br />
Which rise like tombs<br />
From water graves<br />
And submerged caves<br />
Of lost humanity.<br />
Atlantis falls into the sea.</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
ShadowOcean<br />
2005</div>
ShadowOceanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12950530997092921781noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8605051425081400204.post-20108009170106879042021-03-14T22:21:00.000-07:002021-03-14T22:21:03.284-07:00River<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Floating in the salty brine<br />
Of a long forgotten time<br />
Water flows from far inland<br />
Before it crashes on the sand<br />
The journey ebbs and flows at will<br />
A million crevasses to fill<br />
An endless maze of waterways<br />
Journeying to meet the waves<br />
Whose thunder echoes in the foam<br />
Returning to its ocean home.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />ShadowOcean<br />
2005</div>
ShadowOceanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12950530997092921781noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8605051425081400204.post-52504241269801638222021-03-14T22:19:00.000-07:002021-03-14T22:19:45.850-07:00Sweet Dreams<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Falling down<br />
The rabbit hole of darkened vines<br />
A tangled web of<br />
Hot desire<br />
I twist and pull but only find<br />
Myself becoming<br />
Trapped by you<br />
My mind entwined by what I find<br />
Inside your deep and<br />
Icy well<br />
In which I break and penetrate<br />
The surface calm<br />
The secret life<br />
That bubbles up and swells within the<br />
Hidden place<br />
Inside of you<br />
Screaming in a soundproof room where<br />
Dreams of love are<br />
Piled up in<br />
A long forgotten dusty corner<br />
Waiting for the<br />
Door to open.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />ShadowOcean<br />
2005</div>
ShadowOceanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12950530997092921781noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8605051425081400204.post-86572915588225877192021-03-14T22:18:00.000-07:002021-03-14T22:18:50.318-07:00Wedding Poem<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Love knocks on the door<br />
Taps on the window<br />
Dances the floor<br />
Love stampedes into<br />
The valley of dreams<br />
Lays siege to the tower<br />
Which bursts at the seams<br />
And rebuilds with each hour<br />
Love shatters your armor<br />
With arrows of gold<br />
And nurtures the garden<br />
For love to unfold<br />
Its petals to drink from<br />
The bright morning sun<br />
It cannot be purchased<br />
But often is won<br />
Love curls up inside you<br />
And builds you a nest<br />
Of velvet and moonlight<br />
In which you can rest.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />ShadowOcean<br />
2005<br />
Dedicated to my friends S&R on their wedding day.</div>
ShadowOceanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12950530997092921781noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8605051425081400204.post-42894978857340966102021-03-14T22:17:00.001-07:002021-03-14T22:17:41.460-07:00Post Mortem<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
More than ever now I feel your pain<br />
Flowing down your face like salty rain<br />
Wipe away the floods of your despair<br />
Bind me to your heart and I'll be there<br />
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Death is not the end, beyond the flesh<br />
A deeper soul resides, awaits release<br />
To fly beyond this earth remains the dream<br />
To join the whole, my self is just a piece.<br />
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<br />ShadowOcean<br />
2005</div>
ShadowOceanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12950530997092921781noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8605051425081400204.post-5385671626089417182021-03-14T22:17:00.000-07:002021-03-14T22:17:06.333-07:00Upon Leaving<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Tremulous and sweet<br />
I meet my end<br />
Unaware the end<br />
Was ever near<br />
A smile upon my face<br />
To mark the hour<br />
When all the earthly trials<br />
Will disappear<br />
With open arms I rise<br />
To meet my fate<br />
The hour arrives<br />
A sharply clanging gong<br />
A moment past<br />
The breath of life departs<br />
So sad to leave<br />
But happy to be gone.<br />
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<br />
<br />ShadowOcean<br />
2005</div>
ShadowOceanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12950530997092921781noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8605051425081400204.post-45035399502337748192017-04-04T21:40:00.002-07:002023-04-29T08:57:16.737-07:00Dance<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
The geodes whirl in their demographic sphere<br />
As lights caress the essences of fire and of air<br />
Muscles tense, she waits in graceful anticipatory flux<br />
For the first heartbeat to bring a life to deathly silence<br />
<br />
Emotions float gracefully from limb to limb<br />
A sensuous up-sweep, a stumble, a plea<br />
The surreal wisp of fabric over skin<br />
A stretch of leg, a lift of chin, the dance begins.<br />
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<br />Shadow Ocean<br />
2000<br />
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ShadowOceanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12950530997092921781noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8605051425081400204.post-30400106536611277812017-04-04T21:34:00.003-07:002023-04-29T08:57:45.901-07:00Democracy<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Trussed by the magnanimous<br />
beast of hierarchy,<br />
The microscopic influence<br />
of the masses distorted,<br />
Chained and bound by dismissal<br />
of the higher minds,<br />
Through the silencing powers<br />
of a few inconsequential bankbooks.<br />
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<br />
<br />Shadow Ocean<br />
2000</div>
ShadowOceanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12950530997092921781noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8605051425081400204.post-60947226509074740912017-04-04T21:32:00.002-07:002023-04-29T08:57:57.800-07:00Time<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
There are not enough hours in the day<br />
Nor restfulness in sleep<br />
To revive this metabolic heap<br />
Or artistic misinterpretation<br />
A manifestation<br />
Of time and space and function<br />
Of so much to do, so little<br />
Time to rest and reflect<br />
The effort to hold the head up<br />
Is the weight upon your shoulders<br />
The chip<br />
That weakens the infrastructure of the soul<br />
And shatters the mass of mis-spoken thought<br />
Into a fragmentary cry<br />
For freedom<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />Shadow Ocean<br />
2000</div>
ShadowOceanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12950530997092921781noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8605051425081400204.post-51168465679322777362017-04-04T21:30:00.001-07:002023-04-29T08:58:25.639-07:00Alone<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
The heavy hearted raindrops<br />
make their kamikaze run<br />
on my umbrella<br />
Smoke and ashes lift away<br />
upon the breeze<br />
The light from the doorway<br />
silhouettes a solitary<br />
figure in the shadows<br />
of the trees<br />
No thoughts but of loneliness<br />
No touch but my own<br />
No kiss but my dying cigarette<br />
The feeling of alone<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />Shadow Ocean<br />
2000</div>
ShadowOceanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12950530997092921781noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8605051425081400204.post-20492013691683335282017-04-04T21:28:00.001-07:002023-04-29T08:58:45.035-07:00Goddess<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
(Created entirely of refrigerator magnet words)<br />
<br />
glisten in the blush of her perfume<br />
the gentle fever of exploring<br />
the dark wine of passion<br />
as candles kiss the pale skin<br />
of her neck<br />
<br />
an overbearing creature<br />
snuggles in his bed<br />
<br />
my angel<br />
flickers darkly<br />
as through a soft flame<br />
<br />
dear heart<br />
you laugh<br />
your smile<br />
a sensuous sun god<br />
<br />
celebrate morning or miss evening<br />
each is like the last rose<br />
stuck on an ocean moon<br />
could he live in my wave?<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />Shadow Ocean<br />
2000</div>
ShadowOceanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12950530997092921781noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8605051425081400204.post-40423275601562342082017-04-04T21:25:00.003-07:002023-04-29T08:59:02.339-07:00The Houseplant<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Outward and over<br />
The prehistoric shade<br />
of the most colossal beast<br />
reduced now to the least.<br />
<br />
<br />Shadow Ocean<br />
03-16-2000</div>
ShadowOceanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12950530997092921781noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8605051425081400204.post-3213549770442709652017-04-04T21:24:00.002-07:002023-04-29T08:59:47.104-07:00The Throne<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
This chair<br />
has been the seat of many<br />
warm bodied creatures<br />
high in my regard<br />
I curl myself within it<br />
The brown and gold stripes<br />
mingle with my hair.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />Shadow Ocean<br />
03-16-2000</div>
ShadowOceanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12950530997092921781noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8605051425081400204.post-59205141886048755442017-04-04T21:23:00.001-07:002023-04-29T09:00:04.308-07:00Front Step<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
As I sit amongst you<br />
ghostly streets of silence<br />
And measure from my stair<br />
how many quiet miles beyond me<br />
lay unfolded like a road map<br />
of tiny names<br />
and pathways unexplored<br />
I turn and face the comforts<br />
of a warm embracing light<br />
and journey not<br />
into the cold unfettered night.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />Shadow Ocean<br />
03-16-2000</div>
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