sometime when i cry, words by pd lyons, photograph by morgan lyons, music by Raveonettes


 

 

Sometime  I will surrender all the hard hear life

Sometime I will understand courage has nothing to do with anger

I will remember your face and smile

I will remember your touch and smile

Allowing just the experience of happiness

Allowing just that experience

Surrendering the need to go further

Staying just for the brief soft moment of love

Not needing the hard heat strength to go beyond

 

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Queens 1985, by pd lyons


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she dreams her grandfather tries to kill her with a knife

her grandfather killing a girl very bloody with a knife

hitting the walls until her hands bleed

it doesn’t matter

let them bleed

let me die

bacon I believe bacon I believe

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Endowment for the arts


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Endowment for the arts

sometimes i want to take the words

light them on fire

spread their ashes

in the ocean

drink until

i cannot breathe

have you take the sea chnage

sun bleach

whirlwind bones

clean the last bit of cartliage

piss a piss of on the piss

all over them

cover them in mucilage

hang up on the wall

with a sign please place all tongues here

acrylic on paper pdlyons acrylic on paper pdlyons

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Poetry reading, words and photograhs by pd lyons


 

Poetry Reading

 

now that i have discovered

an empty heart

i am ready for anything

now that i have learned the fallacy of power

i am ready for anything

now that i know the only time

i am not alone is delusional

i am free

 

 

 

Bluez from Hooksongs , words and photograph by pd lyons


 

 

dream away about you

when i wake up in the morning

know my dreams not true

cause when i wake up in the morning

I’m still without you

 

been all around this world

learned a thing or two

but i never learned nothing

help me get over you

 

now sunlight is coming

sit alone in my room

light another cigarette

watch the spirals clear

 

might go to the kitchen

might go out to the street

don’t really make no difference

ain’t no getting away from this

 

I would abandon all other cities for this… poetry & photography by pd lyons


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I would abandon all other cities for this…

To wake from sleep with little angels

Cross weeping waters 

Opiate lilies

Rolled tobacco porcelain skin

We would talk

 I would give out money, paper money for free

 Answer, because you are sitting on the streets I was born into this world on.

 

I would pass from them like loose wrappers

cobbled stone behind lost mythologies, strangers foreign even to my self

But I could if I want sift sea salt stolen dreams

camera fantastic songs

 long meandering trails to and from the stars siren spiralling

 a better life only in theory because I would give up all other cities for this.

 

To wake from sleep with nameless angels

Cross weeping water smugglers

Beggar a hazy sun dry enough for a nod nod noddy nod.

Soft we would talk knowing no remedy for tomorrow only respite from the past.

rest your head on my shoulder,

safe from all  clatter drift,

from the hard shelters the rough searchers the mingling watery blood sucked ones.

 

I’d tell you stories of cities abandoned long ago

Where warmth was free

Where angels had names

Where heroes would rescue even you.

I would sleep without being asleep,

  your head on my shoulder

I would not move when disentangled from my arms

you pooch my pockets for something worth taking, cash

  let you have it going,

never to call you anything but by your long-ago name

 the one your mother whispered once all sea spray

 hidden away from anyone else but me.

 

sometimes I will find quiet even in the day light

sometimes I will find a way warm into the night

by myself again

there in only gentle ghosts I blend

 my new skin, my confident sway

a sweetness beyond graves

among stars.

 

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Guantanamera lyrics


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Below are the lyrics based on the poem by Martí; as described above, many other versions exist.

Spanish languageEnglish language
Yo soy un hombre sincero
De donde crece la palma
Y antes de morirme quiero
Echar mis versos del alma
Guantanamera, guajira, Guantanamera
I am an honest man
From where the palm tree grows
And before dying I want
To share the verses of my soul.
Mi verso es de un verde claro
Y de un carmín encendido
Mi verso es de un ciervo herido
Que busca en el monte amparo
Guantanamera, guajira, Guantanamera
My verse is a clear(light) green
And it is flaming crimson
My verse is that of a wounded deer(servant, slave)
Who seeks refuge in the woods.
This third verse of “Versos Sencillos” is usually not part of the song

Cultivo una rosa blanca
En julio como en enero
Para el amigo sincero
Que me da…

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Arabin Shan Arabin, as invisible poem by pd lyons to be read out-loud by Susan


 

 

Arabin Shan arabin

Nar nee zapee  Cro no banine

 

Arabin Shan arabin

Din apee lee nar Ma zeen

 

Pu tan pu shee Mi narabin

Nonce or nonce Be tin pa nin

 

Sha arabin Shee narabin

Dalock nay bit

Mom sar sarabin

 

Sha peta peta shay

Noce ne manibe La bay la bay

To shan nat sharabin

Lay sarabin mon ay

Yey noct nee been ta lo una kane

Push sha mono to be

Carpa tin

La carpintine

Mon ax tala bin

Mix sarabin sha sarabin

Sha sha my nosra pata quinpa

 Al nay all tika saw

Shay shay bow desta bow

Shay mi arabin mi arabin

 

 

 

 

 

 

Carlingford words and photos by pd lyons


A pail full of sunshine.

A simple siting breath by the sea.

Children run.

Can happiness ever be too loved?

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Tide comes

Stronger now

Still rolling

Myriad suns

Upon the silver beakers

 

The day like the tide

Has turned

Inevitable in its priceless way

 

 

But for now a longer linger

Simple sitting

Breathing by the sea

Not waiting for anyone

 

 

Carlingford 30.9.17.

26.6.19. nick drake

 New Haven


 

 

along marvellous streets

 the girl walks on her toes

sneakers let the ballet peer out with wonder

 

amid this morning garden slipping into the shade

who is it gives you pentagrams

whispers water lily secrets

when your mornings get too heavy?

 

Leaving the Stars behind

I call you flower by moonlight

you call me cypress by spring

I watch you from evening

change grey misty morning

across the spider down day

16 3. 73.

 

 

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