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The Great Correction

Saturday, October 4th, 2008

down on the corner of ruin and grace
I’m growin weary of the human race
hold my lamp up in everyone’s face
lookin for an honest man

everyone tied to the turnin wheel
everyone hidin from the things they feel
well the truth’s so hard it just don’t seem real
the shadow across this land

people round here don’t know what it means
to suffer at the hands of our american dreams
they turn their backs on the grisly scenes
traced to the privileged sons

they got their god they got their guns
got their armies and the chosen ones
but we’ll all be burnin in the same big sun
when the great correction comes

down through the ages lovers of the mystery
been sayin people let your love light shine
poets and sages all throughout history
say the light burns brightest in the darkest times

it’s the bitter end we’ve come down to
the eye of the needle that we gotta get through
but the end could be the start of something new
when the great correction comes

down through the ages down to the wire runnin out of time
still got hope in this heart of mine
but the future waits on the horizon line
for our daughters and our sons

I don’t know where this train’s bound
whole lotta people tryin to turn it around
gonna shout til the walls come tumblin down
and the great correction comes

don’t let me down
when the great correction comes

-Eliza Gilkyson

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From her 2008 album, Beautiful World.
and a hat tip to Michael Tobias at Only In It For The Gold

— Copyright 2008 by Eliza Gilkyson —

2008-11-01

Friday, July 10th, 2009

Here in the twilight time, I ask myself, 'where'
   is the passion and the mystery?
Everything changes as your perspective changes.
   And, as in the Tarot, there is what lies before you
      and what lies behind you.
There is no wealth or fame or power that touches me now
   the future here is not such a deep pool of water.
This woman, this house, this business, this life,
   they fade before the immanence of the end times.

I used to seek the storm and refuse the safe places.
   I was a warrior for experience
      but now I see the universe approaching.
These bones, this form and all that has celebrated and grown
   now contemplates an end to that which ever seemed endless.

Beloved, in this, as in all things, I am yours.
   I would like to live for many years but, if you call me,
      I will come willingly.
My hands are your hands, my voice your voice, my will your will.
   If there is more, I long to see it and if there is not
      then I will never know.
What is there in this to fear?
   Nothing.   I am ready.

If the time is to be short, then there will be a revision of priorities.
   Now, Beloved, as you like it, now, Beloved, as you will it.
      now, Beloved, as you want it.
Let us lift these cups, my wife, here or in New Zealand, together or alone
   but never to turn aside or deny.

And before this beautiful body of mine falters
   and before pleasure gives way to pain, I will decide.
I will 'own' myself and the moment and I will choose
   the time and the place of my departure.
and in meditation advance into the light or vanish
   as the truth may be, for I can go nowhere else.

                                                       gallagher
                                                       01 Nov 2008

— Copyright 1965-2009 by Dennis Gallagher —

2012-02-19 – Golden Bay

Sunday, February 19th, 2012

 


There is such a busy-ness to the world that I can no longer relate to. 
Businesses, children and families, careers; all the churn and tumble of life. 
Once the biological imperatives are expressed, 
we seem to continue just to continue. 

We form into groups and think of things to do to use the time. 
We save to ensure we will have 'enough' in the mythical 'then'. 
We exercise to ensure we will be healthy 'then'. 
But I find myself wondering what 'then' is for. 

I used to speak of having the courage to love and to risk. 
I've been on the right side and the wrong side of both of those acts now
and nothing is changed. 

Embrace the illusion of purpose
or recoil from the emptiness of what's left. 

I've always been drawn to seek the edge and to sometimes, like now, 
to tumble across it. 

If it was too quiet in my life, 
I'd pull the knife and begin to press it in.
And if it got too bloody, 
I'd seek a lover's warm breast to rest my head against. 

'Restlessness', it's been called by some, and courage by others
and insanity by yet others. 
I just know that at 64, I'm sitting in a small town in remote New Zealand 
turning my playing cards and I'm not sure I like what I see. 

Before me lies the possibilities of relationship, crime, travel 
and an endless opportunity to embrace illusion and to not look behind it
least I see that the flame I am preserving ... 
the flame I am preserving ... is for ...? 

Ah, the question has found me again. 

For what is all of this?  And why am I drawn to look so closely? 

gallagher
Takaka, Golden Bay,  New Zealand
2nd of February, 2012

— Copyright 1965-2013 by Dennis Gallagher —