The Sweet Hereafter

Rock Gods, the time is now!
Bacchus, Dionysus, Pan
Osiris; Hail, Hail the sun!
Hail, hail the killing bullet!
Hail, hail the killing moon.

I will go where i'm called
The dark forest at night.

Douglas firs, looming
Giant spiders, looming
grooming, weaving, spinning
Spitting a marble tomb
a marble sun
Frozen, cyclical
i am honey
i am dewdrop
i am dissolving, daily

A Fender amp, a country
backbeat, greatness marching
'cross 2000 miles of open plains
but love is not a victory march
it is a cold, it is a broken
Hallelujah.

I will give you my guts
my sweat
my love
my devotion
i will tell yr future
i will tell you a story

Sometimes i'm far, far away
from any home i've ever known
and i can't even remember what it
feels like to be warm,
well-fed
Fourteener revelations by
a spectral, glowing glacier

all is ancient
all is laid bare

The old Gods, new Gods
they're calling me
calling me to a new home
beneath sun & stars & sky

I am dissolving
I am lonely
I am afraid
I want so badly to be held
to be kissed
to be reassured

But this is wild MAGICK
focused
ferocious
red in tooth & claw
walking the path of the moon
a garden variety lunatic;
prone to melancholy
delusions of grandeur;
i'm so far past caring

i lost that by the side of the road
somewhere in Kansas

Guitar player, you light me up
like Mesopotamia
i am hanging in the gardens
adorned in Spanish moss &
bougainvillea
spilling prophecy, rubies &
tears of blood

Jesse Sykes, you sing my spirit
you ease my loneliness
you steel my resolve
to do what needs to be done
I will go to the edge of the world
again and again and again
i will wander the empty spaces
the forgotten places

I will climb mountains and
burn in the sun, until i
am clean

Negrado, Negrado
yr opinions matter not
crowds are not welcome here
I left you 10,000 feet below

all is silent now
silent & blue

Michael Hurley in the Woods

Perfect Peace, absolution
benevolence rises like a cloud
to bend and float around the trees.

A choir of cherubim, erupting
from 6 thin strings,
steel,
vibrating,
stamping their hooves
shaking their wings
shaking the earth
A wake up call,
gentle.

Its all about reading
between the lines
its all about what's
not being said;
A hidden cypher, for
the initiated,
hidden in 8 tempered notes
and fairy tale fables.

Michael, i am also a wolf.
Michael, i am also wild.
Michael, i am also fierce and gentle.

You raise the light
You dispel the darkness
with yr flaming guitar.

What a perfect crucifixion
falling in slo-motion, with
a head full of sparks,
falling like a roman candle,
pierced with lavender arrows

This is God and Goddess
dancing a 2-step
A Satie Waltz in the Cistine Chapel

This is living underwater,
and learning to breathe
and learning to fly
and learning to BURN
& HOWL;

We do not fight with fists and bottles
and bricks.
We will kill you with our echoes
a subtle erosion,
until you are dancing in our conga line.
Until you have joined the ghost dance.

This is an inevitable evolution,
graceful and unavoidable,
the most beautiful dream in the world.