Marjorie Sturm: Writings/Lyrics/Poems

No More Loans

the banks are on fire
the basement has been flooded
barbed wire holds me back
the interiors everywhere
have vanished into envelopes
pushing angst

the money lenders loathe their positions
as the paranoid priests
of the society fastly falling

the stifling silence
slips into public discourse
on celebrities
some get suckered
that there is a way
to get off easy

now the witches are watching
the banks are on fire
along with the billboards
big banker watchdog
no longer pacing panting pathetically
sitting staring at six screens
of numbing numbers
that hide children's teeth and eyeglasses
the strewn artifacts of the afterwar debris

the avalanche is inevitable
which paradigm will proliferate
the forgotten place
of no plastics and compulsory posing

watch the banks burning.

Š2003 Marjorie Sturm
(song lyrics from the The Abstractions Ars Vivende CD)
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also published in Processed World magazine

The Bitter Undiscovered Alienated (male) Genius Club

the bitter undiscovered
alienated (male)
genius club

meets tuesdays @ 5:00
finally, it's love and only love
met as the answer
to homicidal despots
who havn't learned to turn
voodoo
tricks in bed like
you do.

there isn't a hardcost realization
that doesn't drive us
to some forgotten memory
you don't pay for
cause the purpose is perpendicular

the liberation of sound & soul
cult of passion
parallel to the shared reality of
squares, diamonds, measurements
piecemeal preparations
undergone
after the infinite war of petty egos
calculating wins & losses
the ineffable treachery of
common law

sonic substitution
drunk
like the Last Great Love
inward idealism
of the perturbed & perverted
hugged & held
for it's consistent vitality

cast out & forward
the last remains of
what is not
corporately controlled.

Š2003 Marjorie Sturm
(song lyrics from the The Abstractions Ars Vivende CD)
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The Thread

Through all of my living nightmares
and waking daydreams
there is a thread
that won't break
no matter how hard i pull it

the tension on the thread
is always changing
and i measure my day by it

daring to watch myself
awaken
i watch myself awaken
uplift a candle
that has fallen
was forgotten before sleep.

then as if searching for the door
in a pitch black room
i am lost
can not be located
how to get back to my body
when all i can hear
is my breathe
(breathe)

no salvation from the corporation
the supermarkets scare me
they are a signal
bags and boxes
tubes and testers
trial and error

what do they do without their want?
what do they do without their want?

streets filled with snakes
that all go to the theatres
but i have no tickets
to timely events
so i wander
and wonder
about my movie

each sequence is a seance
that seeks no other moment
waving my days into margins
where i'm no longer asked my opinion

but the conversations
that i have with myself
i am confident others can hear
the conversations that i have with myself
i am confident others can hear
making them awkward in my presence

so i get up & enter
the drama
that drifts me back to that place

i get up and enter
the drama
that drifts me back to that place
where no one is watching

no longer a solution
only fleeting states of satisfaction
where only the insane are smiling

and the ecstasy is slippery.

Š2003 Marjorie Sturm
(song lyrics from the The Abstractions Ars Vivende CD)
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San Francisco Cynicism

Surrounded in this city
By people with a lack of purpose
I'm sure most would cough back their cappuccinos
If you gave them a cause to die for

Stripped bare, we're all scared
What a long hike ahead of us
All of this investigation
An unstable, unsteady treacherously slow
Spiritual ascent towards...
Towards...

Do you have the right sexy San Francisco style?
Sleek, slim, fast enough?
Are you oozing, alluding, deluding
That all you want to do is get naked in bed?
On the streets
The eyes meet.

We are unfolding like grand carpets
And who will march on top of us?
We are unravelling like balls of string
And who will play with us?
We are transcending our cultures,
Seeking the source
And simultaneously finding it difficult
To get to the post office
To buy stamps

Oh, the horror of it all!
That pragmatic paralysis that lets us
View our lives for what they really are
Sitting alone on icebergs with frozen fingertips
We begin again.
What will distract me from my discipline?
My unstable, unsteady treacherously slow
Spiritual ascent towards...
Towards...

A joint. A beer. A cigarette.
A sleek, silk shirt for the seduction
Give me sexual distraction
I want some immediate satisfaction
I need some immediate satisfaction

We shop until we drop and
We're all in high school again
"There were lots of pretty people there
reading Rolling Stone, reading Vogue."
Ah, but at least now there is an edge.
We are saved from living lives as wind-up toys
Even if we too break down occasionally

All eyes on me
The energy-attention fills me
The sound of applause fills me
Clap Clap Clap
I pig out on this
Or walk away with self-degrading thoughts

I think I love you
I think I really do
But forever exhaust me
Turns me black, then brown, then yellow, then pale
I see no movement, no mania, just mothers

Don't tire me with your truths
I am delighted in my delusions
I will get to where I am going,
And I don't care if I arrive on time

ŠMarjorie Sturm
(song lyrics from ED-I Next Door to the Jefferson Airplane CD) Out of print!
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Complacency

San Francisco is hot San Francisco is satiated
San Francisco now drinks fine wine with the scene
San Francisco has taken off the young woman's new soul
San Francisco awakes sleeping choked in the mar
Less joy suddenly is soaked from the rich
And the ignorance and the wisdom
Of happy San Francisco
Are the air and the dirty water
Are the ugliness and the evil
Of her satiated consumers
Laugh from frustration San Francisco
You who are dead with a ghost who is equal
And in front of the lushness
of your rosiness and your gluttony
Nothing that is animal is hidden from your aura
San Francisco, my beautiful village
Soft as a hair weak as a hand
Artful and ignorant
We do bear justice
For us it is so many simplicities
Will you strangle yourself San Francisco?
San Francisco dulled like trash
Their dying jadedness
We captured ourselves from sunshine and liveliness
Sisters let us not have complacency
They who are protected
With cell-phones and fashion and etiquette
A wave washes down out their skins
Their darkness returns forward to them
The worst of them have been born for them
And our breathe then lost their minds
And it is night, many more a San Francisco night
The eve of millennium tension
The object of autumn ancient dead
Purposeful debility has the best of you
These refugees, our friends
If we can't intuit
If we are unable of intuiting
Will fall down.

ŠMarjorie Sturm
(song lyrics for ED-I Next Door to the Jefferson Airplane CD) Out of print!
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Dissolution

In my dream I screamed at you
While you buried your face in a pillow
From the darkly lit stale air
I dramatically departed
The suddenness and surprise
Felt great until I wanted to swim back
But I was at pool with a heavy knapsack

I walked with a broken sandal

In the fog this morning
With your hard cock at my hip
My anger lingered
And then dissolved

Š by Marjorie Sturm
(song lyrics for ED-I Next Door to the Jefferson Airplane CD) Out of print!
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Take Yourself Seriously, So Others Yake You Seriously

I take myself seriously
So others take me seriously

Seriously,
Take yourself seriously
This is serious.

Art is serious
Life is serious
Success is serious
Money is serious
Craft is serious
Style is serious
It's serious
Very serious

I'm getting to where I'm going
I'm getting to where I'm going
I'm almost there

Š2004 Marjorie Sturm
(song lyrics from the The Abstractions Novo Navigatio CD)
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The New Ritual

He was half naked
Tip of his cock
Poking thru his pants
Chest bare, arm muscles moving
Flexing as he talked, wildly worth
His seduction.
Through the hot orange night
The fire burned, churned
The ritual forward.
She, his new protector,
Stood head facing the sky
Dressed in a gown of feathers
Arms open, embracing the inception
Of ideas newly birthed
Instilled now in a rain cloud.
He will die on this day.
She died yesterday.
We all die one day.
Pelting drops poured
He danced in circles
Exonerated the past
The last of the old ideas
He was no longer afraid
Of being naked.
Shining and wet
Weaving into the world's womb
Too possessed for possessions
They owned nothing
But a rain cloud.

Š2004 Marjorie Sturm
(song lyrics from Muck roc CD)
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Sensation

I haven't been satisfied
by sensation for so long
my breasts on your chest
I float inward/fall into a stream
surrounded by jack rabbits'
steady steps soft gentle plush
your hand
on the back
of my thigh
my neck
In a cloud of smoke
you laugh and cough
cough and laugh
Can you hear that bell ringing?
I can
The morning melts, slithers slides by, we have studied
so much of each other's skin
this magnetism
manifested suddently
fragile dew drop
deep as the dark
The plants are spiraling up a beanpole.
Where will we go?
The window won't shut
Your spirit slips out
travels with the ghost
that watches whales
weighing pros and cons of the situation
Each day the angle changes
along with my energy
I stare into the mirror
in utter stillness,
watching you crawl back
in the window
from behind.

Š2004 Marjorie Sturm
(song lyrics from Muck roc CD)
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On Any Given Day The Inspection from Within

Changing lightbulbs from room to room
telling time to the
ticket-taker
in the desperate wing
an angel rocks
to and fro
It is not forgotten
the forgetful slave
the future fugitive
of the invisible merry-go-wheel
sleep sleep sleep
lulled to sleep
like a magnet to the earth
moving fast
Off or on
non-understandable
the worm of light
wiggles in the dark dark
then withers away
piece of peace
to a dubious
destination
doubtful and doubly undone
the deceitful truth triggers
a quiet resurrection
From within
the inspection was exhausted
the carved cave paintings
revealed the withheld mystery
expanded the unexplained
only briefly
till memory eclipsed
the question
till the question
eclipsed consciousness
in outer space
the bells are ringing

Š2004 Marjorie Sturm
(song lyrics from Muck roc CD)
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