SOME WHERE

INTRODUCING MELTHOR

Some where in his mind
Across the layers of
things that are pretend
Things that might be
Things that are not

He meandered
through streams
that poured along the grooves
on the mountain side

STREAMS AND THE DANCIN LAUGHING OWLS

And then Melthor talked back to the stream
And remembered it rambling

Flowing down
winding
looking for courses
seeking the whole
there is always better ways

like the first way
aint the only way
the first time is the roughest
then it all smoothes out
the small
just like the big

I feel the tinglin
I hear the tinglin
I go deeper
Back to the start

And Melthor thought streams they have many stories to tell you just have to give them time to listen

And Night came

Stars were twinklin
As only stars can
Jigsaws all fit in some way
To their own kind

And Stars their stories were harder to understand and Melthor defiantly thought
It had occurred to Melthor at about this time some others else had things to say

Not so hard
Not so secret
Marchin and dancin dancin and marchin
Strumming
And hooting and hooootin

Laughing owls
Grinning
Ahhhooooooooo
Dancing

THE Owls they always spoke in riddles but it seemed that as Melthor moved on he had their attention but its funny the Owls always made him feel safer

He started walking
like to a beat
owls watchin
stalkin
strutin
questions of sorrow
a bluuuuuuuuee
Ahooooooooooo
Ohhhh whoooooooooooo

Orooooooooooooooo

And Melthor came to a road
And he thought of a dream he once had

the road
And the hand
By itself
So lonely
Yet useful
Singing
With its fingers
Like the owl were laughing
oooooooooooooooooooooo
Like the dancing and marching

What the Owls were and their business and purpose he did not know

Muffled Secrets cradling hearts
Running in clouds of
Stagnant raiders of parts

Melthor trudged on along a yellow track
Suddenly raised from the clay stickin to boots
trudgeing up hills shrouded in fog

Melthor was not simple
Yet lived simply
He fished the streams
Chopped wood
He lived on the side of his mountain
Underneath an outcrop of rock

He had a table,
a chair
A chair for a visitor
and a mirror
for travel

Most people live in clusters
of some sort
Melthor preferred
To stay away from that

Clusters of people
were good to visit
beyond that things got too complicated
and confusing
there the truth was more elusive
that it needed to be

Melthor spirit suffered
from the same ailments
Of all his kind
Ego and heart

His spirit sometimes was broken
Yet not impossible to repair
Such things needed patience
And the product was never the same

He suffered from the most wretched of all conditions
Unreconciled love

She had no idea
how lovely she was
that made her much more appealing
Her skin olive
Her eyes deepest darkest brown
Her hair shiny black
Her heart her eyes a secret
always

Sadness had taken all
There were times where such feelings
Of regret,
unrealised impossible dreams
Bear similarities
in their effects
To joy

Self indulgent twaddle he admonished himself
Yet memories brought alive the beauty more often than not

Underneath Melthor felt some deeper connection
Which he could neither explain or simplify

Melthor felt it was better
To not waste energy
On trying to work
These things out
Detachment gave him strength hope and respite

He too remained mysterious
But he didn’t try to be
It just wasn’t a priority
To others
Within though, he was a Traveller

Adversity and alienation bring their own rewards

In travel he observed
Through the mirror
he fell back through worlds and places
always different

MELTHOR TRAVELS TO PLACES AND SPACES BETWEEN

To fall backwards
through worlds
required great courage and acceptance
not to judge
to observe

He surfed backwards through waves
Deep blue
Brilliant
Glimmering light on droplets
Refracting colors
Sun warming the excitement of cold
Mind so relaxed
Standing still
Euphoric
Eerie
Spooky in the nicest way

You can’t own it
You can’t seek it
For if you seek it
It will not come

Back down this blue tunnel
To worlds
Smiling suns
Talking trees

Flying falling
Where parody no longer questioned

Along the flat grasslands
to the river where the grasslands
met the range with its trees
scattered
and walking
where the grass parted
and a pathway
to a twisted tree

THE FLYING TREE

alone in this green
warped old and gnarly
yet proud and wise

and the tree said Melthor
climb upon me
sit on my branch

and I will fly you
to where you have not seen
and where you have not been

and Melthor complied
and feeling dozy
felt the tree lift off
oh flying tree
where will thee
take me

back through a mirror
back through a wave
forward on a flying talking tree

you can fly

A LAND OF DEEP SOUNDS

Melthor asked simply

to one
what do u do
he looked suitably insulted

and he could hear
a sound of a voice
and richer
and he could not tell if it was one voice or
two or
several
and the sounds were shakin
and shakin

when is a sound not a sound
a vibration
a shakin
sounds in a line
just movements
waves
and waves on waves
and it sounded like some sort of
singing
deeper
darker
sad
richer
and it made Melthor
day dream

he could hear it and see things
and the sounds
sometimes like it was from
other than life
down down
deeper
lower
lower

and a vision or
was it
a face
an old mercenary
from ages gone and ages hence

and Melthor asked a question
to find out and learn
what is it
and why
what do you know

and from this deepest darkest harmony
Melthor thought what it might be
I know
Work hard
Be reliable
Be happy not sad

Be progressive be efficient and productive
Persist persist with that which is better
Look for better
Perisit from start to finish
Don’t be afraid of day dreams
They signal the start and the middle and finish and the spaces between

Believe in yourself
Love others
And yourself
Don’t get jealous
Look for better ways
Be humble

No pretending
No bitching
Share from the start
No me not frightened
strong and courageous
honest not forgotten
on the seat there
close to your heart
so pure so clean there

Don’t harbour grudges
Don’t think of bad things
For they might just come to you

Use others
Make them feel good
Don’t defend

Be brave and true
Be neat and clean
Don’t want too much
For there are no limits

There are many flowers
and many weeds
There are many trees
and many seeds

choose the ones
its your choice
take in the moment
rejoice

and this was not a world a place of forms
it was a place of things that entered your mind
at first from your ears and then more direct
less convoluted

THE TRIP CONTINUES

and the tree picks Melthor up
and takes him on
and on and on
to a place where the lights
flicker and ticker

A CREATURE CALLED FINGLE

and fingle
Fingle is there
and invites Melthor to his house
a house made of rocks with
rocks bound with wee lights
lights
that flicker
all colors
flicker
rocks on rocks some large some small
on sand

and Fingle
offered him bread
crusty and warm
doughy
and soft

you could smell
straight from oven
in the rocks that lights
flicker

and they drank hot chocolate
and Fingle
had a fire
the wood
was burnt bright
giving off light light that did not overwhelm
the light from the rock
that flickered

Under Fingles Charmed Euphoria

and without chattin they both
started thinkin
what can you say
there is nothing you can say you can listen
for the talk means nothin

and the books
the books
so many
yet flawed
like baby horses trying to run before they can walk

there is nothing that is perfect
except perfect nothing
books and books each sad
at so many levels
other stories
truth is the loser

DOWN THE WELL

Circles in circles
Tables on tables
A wailing sound up from the ether
Its all the same for some
A wailing sound up from the ether

Down the well he went
Spiralling each step down down
Up from the ether came sounds

Take my brains on a platter
Like the clitter clatter
Of An olden train
I had inside mind
Yoooouuuuuuuuuu

What sort of creature
will it feature

Blackened nurses
Without purses
So many curses
So many hearses
A place of death
And from this ..eeirie higher and higher and higher

Heads on a table
Talkin about the nothing
Nodding with metre
Noddin not just shakin

Whishing winds on open windows

Tat tat like a slow motion machine
A land of secrets
Dark spaces
Sounds
Of mystery

Stopped trying
went deeper and deeper
Don’t dangle the truth their
Like bait for there future

I had to stop lookin
I had to Stop hoping

And marching and dancing
and marching a dance thing he did
he was marchin and dancin

and Melthor his dreams would be pleasant
anger had left him for now
thankin fingle
he said I am going

The Owls Catch a Ride

he climbed aboard the flying tree
biddin fingle well
and he noticed the owls they were actually
catching a ride
with all their secrets
ahooooooo
he felt his heart
hand over he waved

To THE OCEAN

and to a land of waves
perfect lines
glass sheets falling into fluff
banging
echoeing
and it was all in slow motion
perfect things often are
no time to think
radiant sun joining in the party
feeding him
and Melthor got to his feet and he
rode the blue road
take him down
blue fields
he was moving or was he
and the rip was friendly
it took him to where it all started
and the fish jumping
the sun stunning
his board gunning

he held of time for as long as he could
until his arms could not sustain him and his legs
couldn’t not lift
and the euphoria of exhaustion overwhemed him
and he fell asleep

THE EUPHORIA OF EXHAUSTION TO A DREAM
to land of heavy deep guitars electrified
in his mind
the crying
melthor
whats in his head

he was feeling like spaced
his heart was beatin strong
he began to dream
he was there to change things
he felt slightly ill at ease
he shivered for the first time

he skipped along the beach
a few cartwheels along the beach
he was kinda spaced out
the sun cried out do you need more
he called out for water
it was not salty

You said I have no reason
and the truth is quite elusive
one of many special cases

Melthor was not easy to love
there was a town back in melthors past
in his mind he needed space
all the hints to him were there
blue waves
throwing shadows on waves that were no more
change is long time coming

blue blue windows
form a background complementing melthors art
reckless
disarnarments
sadness
cuts thru
a side of him and
apart of you
his ears burn
he was once so peaceful
what he chose is his choice
the killer in him

left to whither at the trial
he was feelin kind of sad
dreamin of the past
a tale can be cast
he was sorry that you had to cry

he was all around the mountain
he looked out his rock

there must be a skin
his thinking in

he never forget the days gone by
he was always alone and alone was just fine
and clouds drift by
we can always selective attend
to that which is our conscious and unconscious focus

tension imagined
floating like a feather descending
winter is pretty
grey was a compromise
the dots were
grazing in the distance

he was brave
not a pretentious fascade
not a victim to fashion
the owls ahoooo
ohoooooooooo

sitting above watching
siiting below watching
take out all the clutter
cutting a line to the start
cutting a line to the end
no detours
no fog
no corridor
simple and clear
like the water
when its clean

I am going back to the concept of fireside chat about adventures
And stories
Hot chocolate
Alcohlic cream

As the sky fell away
Stars burning holes in the dark
The truth was

AWAKE

Nice Story T.L!

I can only imagine (for now) what dimensional travel feels and looks like. Its sounds extremely fun like I could be an explorer, or adventurer, or a kid again for that matter. Very touching, very well written, thank you.

-MK

Your vision reminds me of this world :-)
All the silly pride - and "dignity".

Thanks for sharing. I got a good visual and was laughing at the site of a whole population clunking around! Ha! I liked the part at the end when you laughed and a voice said 'time to leave......' he he!

I agree with Birthe too, the silly pride of some humans.........oh well, each to there own!

Silverfox

Hi T.L.
Thanks for the sharing. Humor is definately a medicine. It sounds like the inauguration of obama. Birds of a feather flock together.
Cheers
Merrik

It sounds like the people in this land stand too close to each other.

Ridiculous but enchanting.

Thanks for sharing.

Anna

What a show...I've seen these types of birds in art. In the early 90's I went to a Depeche Mode concert. On stage was a big beaked show bird and at that particular era in time I had seen similar birds in art etc. I remember thinking hey what's up with the freaky bird people. What symbolism is going on---

I find things go in cycles...one person sings about camels then some country star sings about camels (over dramatization). But, it seems as no one notices because they only listen to their prefered music and here's me listening to scans of music wondering... "hey, what's up with the camels." And people strangely saying eh...I don't listen to that...oh how odd...Camels. Why such a wide spectrum hit by camels...what is the importance...is it the Matrix...is this how we all stay linked as humans...sharing the same understanding as we stay in our bubbles----

Funny vision anywho.

+Angel

Sounds what travellers from other dimensions must think of our practises, I really wonder why we do the stuff we do, as a species, for some of it hardly makes sense at all.

Thats a funny story I like it makes me want to suspend by beliefs some more

thanks TL fascinating :-)

It seemed out of place and odd and, for a moment I doubted what I saw ~~ then in a sensation like if I were peeking through my eyes with my spirit -- I saw that long, white limousine coming toward me and turning right into the McDonalds on the other side of the highway! I had been walking and stopped, to laugh at the sight! What is a limousine doing at McDonalds? Anyone who can afford one of those would eat at McDonalds? And anyone driving one? Curious then . . . .

I experienced a vortex of time during the 1990s when things were posited in front of me symbolically. I'd see a gentle white light around the picture my perception beheld ~~ like a frame about a picture ~~ seemingly slowed frames. I learned later - - it was my Higher Self getting my attention - - in the off-moment in walking-meditation. To show me this is significant . . . so pay attention. I was also affirming Divine Guidance and Protection in trust MANY TIMES each day.

And one day I was walking by the water listening to my walkman and allowing my thoughts to be free . . . and a thought occurred to me in which I contemplated its symbolism... and I ''heard'' . . METAPHYSICALLY SPEAKING. Contemplating that, I walked a few more blocks, turned left at the light and a few blocks down, walked into Heartsong Crystals, a bookstore and crystal shop and walking to the table in the center of the room, picked up a set of cassette tapes labeled METAPHYSICALLY SPEAKING! I was truly awed!

God help us to know our Spirit until this chaos has subsided . . . It has been SEEN by an old Indian sage-woman called No-Eyes, blind from birth and from the channeling of ET 101 . . . that afterward the Earth -- it will be oh so much better! Help us with the surrender to the fluidity of dissolution . . . . . and be grateful that our toxic residues of DU etc. can be rendered mute by what is coming . . .

But isn't that the comical side of human beings? How we "preen" for others or our ego? I love that vision, as there is beauty in that. Self importance is silly and so unimportant that is becomes comical.

Wow, that was quite the trip! It reminded me of a vision I once had that started off showing an empty city square at first... then some people started pouring from all sides seemingly celebrating some collective achievement... but then they all started going a bit mad and began to jump up and down hysterically... then they started to fight eachother... then rip eachother apart... then I stopped observing cos I got freaked out....

but what I got from that was, this quickening we're going through and being in the midst of an age old system collapse, showed me that it's driving (I guess people heavily stuck in ego) a bit doolally, I guess having something to do with hanging on to old beliefs and ideas that don't quite cut the mustard anymore.

thanx for sharing your experience. Lovely to hear about the diversity of life out there!! be sure to check out my band Ordo ab Chao :-D music inspired by Stuarts teachings....

Dear Tom,

Thanks very much for sharing the gift of laughter. I loved the story.

LOL, J