(Lyrics): The Muse

Over the millenia,
Through the centuries of this adventure,
From various wombs, I've come through different placentas.
...been both of the genders,
Plants and animals, now sent as an intangible mammal,
Reincarnated, born and reborn, reborn and reborn in the original form,
I'm off to follow it to its source and appeal to the forces of

Socrates, Gandhi, Tupac, and Billy Holiday,
Janis Joplin, Buddy Holly, Khalil Gibran and Bob Marley
Salvador Dali, the weavers of needles,
We need you, for the Spirit of People,
And what you've been through.

The Muse in the Music continues,
Like invocations of the stories we sing to.
We breathe you.
Your lives that you've lived are previews,
To this celestial present you've pre-sent,
I'd like to present The Muse...

I was once an octopus,
Rhyming in sanskrit sign-language,
Pop'Locking mudras for the shrimp, the fish and the scallops,
I was once a praying mantis,
Balanced in praying position,
Perched on a mailbox, overlooking Atlantis,
Where I can catch patterns, waiting still as a stick,
Crouched-so not a flicker missed amongst the dim lit data,
Like Captain Ahab in Moby Dick said, confronting his fear,
"This is what we fished for matey!"
Gripping his spear...
While we behold the whale's eye, pearing back its reflection,
It's clear, that fascination is the spirit, pointing spears, piercing history
Right here.

The weary eyes and ears look upon it,
And hear it, "Run for your spears!"
And by "spears" not Brittany Spears,

But Shakespeare.
Mother Teresa, Lao Tsu and Rumi,
All the Sufis, Bodhisattva's, and Buddha's in you and me.
I'm talking Solomon, William Wallace, Mozart and Moses,
Martin Luther King, Muhammad, John Lennon, Spinoza...

These are the colorful hues of the Human
The Muse in the Music
The Hue in the Human continues,
I'd like to present The Muse...