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.
©2003 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.
©2003 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.
©2003 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
©Marjorie 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.
©Marjorie Sturm
(song lyrics for ED-I
Next Door to the Jefferson Airplane CD) Out of print!
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Christian Bush
Bush is a Christian,
didn't ya know?
He's got that good Christian glow
With White Christian American
in the palm of his hand
at his command
causing limitless bloodshed
in other lands.
Bush is a Christian,
didn't ya know?
His prayers are answered
with no corporate foes
Enron and Exxon and he
share the same priest
Jesus' simplicity
isn't part of the current beat
But they're Christian.
We're all Christian.
We agree on that.
We're Christian.
As long as they're Christian
I see where this is going . . .
Keep the church nearby
White America abides
proper moral killing resides
Cause the Devil
is NEVER inside
Cause the Devil
in NEVER inside
It's over there.
It's over there.
It's over there.
©2004 by Marjorie Sturm
(song lyrics from the The Abstractions Novo Navigatio CD)
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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
© 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
©2004 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.
©2004 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.
©2004 Marjorie Sturm
(song lyrics from Muck roc CD)
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Marcello's Angels
Angels wild with the wind each night
play their flutes on window ledges
enveloped by blue light
Their songs are upbeat, created to soothe
the heart, unique melodies rhythms
that enthuse a fresh start
If the angels sense that you are grieving
they'll perform songs that are healing
In these they will admit, an understanding so low
no explanation of this life and death that we know
Can you see them, become frenzied with dance
whirling around,
embracing the turbulance
The Angels hug Mystery face to face
such confrontation provides us our grace
©2004 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
©2004 Marjorie Sturm
(song lyrics from Muck roc CD)
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In this hour of only illusion
In this hour of only illusion
there is a knocking on the door
handwriting on the floor
You, who have cast the spell
can only creep so far away from the mirrors
that menace your champagne on ice
that heated chill
the cough in the throat that can¹t be cleared
we all stand witness
Sickly, barbed blue baby
hides in the basement
©2004 Marjorie Sturm
(song lyrics from Muck roc CD)
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Sad Song
A wave, a roll of thoughts,
spiral in one direction
wave and then spiral in another
leaving me in
different locations
all while laying on my back.
You want a family, a baby,
all I can say is maybe
my thoughts wave, roll,
spiral in one direction
leaving me with a sad song
A mourning melody
about what should be, could be,
what I thought it would be
nothing glimmers like the sea
and I am too young to enter it
Driving down the highway, staring at
7-ll's,
strip malls, cardboard halls, gray doors,
I knew I had to find something else to believe in.
I prefer fantasy/because its more colorful than reality
I don't want to only pretend to care anymore
With you and me,
it's not simple, you agree,
pressures from society, our families,
the constant false dualities
city or country, intellect or spirituality
Lives that are illusively linear
with time constraints
that will not wait and
heed warnings such as/
we are not getting any younger."
©2004 Marjorie Sturm
(song lyrics from Muck roc CD)
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Media & Money our deMOCKracy
So absurd sad surreal
Schwarzenegger is our governor
where the fuck should we run for?
Schwarzenegger is our governor
mega-media-marketing stars get the pay-off once more
Droned and drugged by TV celebrities
Californians are pathetic in their warped reality
great to see the Terminator terminated
my very real bloodbath fantasy
media and money. this is our democracy.
why argue? why expect integrity?
He's got charisma, and so did Hitler.
The people have spoken.
©2004 Marjorie Sturm
(song lyrics from the The Abstractions Novo Navigatio CD)
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Sweet Boy with Suicidal Tendencies
Sweet boy with suicidal tendencies
Father hurt you so
So now you won't/cant grow
Stay inside all day
Watch TV
Stay safe. stay safe.
Cultivate computer friendships
Stay safe. stay safe.
Sweet sweet boy with suicidal tendencies
Are your slippery spiritual thoughts
A chemical creation or god's door no more.
You can't trust me.
© by Marjorie Sturm
(song lyrics from ED-I Rotten Remixes Volume 1 compiliation CD) Out of print!
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