"To The Brother Within"

If I could, If I could
know my name and remain in the quiet of this love

If I could, If I could
tell the brother within; the one that I desdain...

Well I know you are the troubled one, and
it was I who sold you - copper coins for my kin, my blood

I know there's no one left to trust
on that solemn road, outside the empire we have known


But it's Old News, I know it's Old News to you...
they'd no room for the poor, and 
only those who had forged
gold appearance and might, and 
every victory under blue skies

[But if I could...]

Well hey brother please come back to us
I swear good still pours from the doors of our family home

and you and I have not been lost, no
our feet were washed by the hands of a King coming down that solemn road


But it's Old News, I know it's Old News to you
aw but what have we seen - has the ground not broken our teeth?

[And If I could, If I could...]

Well I've so many miles to walk, won't you
walk with me? We can rest when things get heavy...

And though we'll press with all we've got,
we will be the ones who know weakness and how to weep


But it's Old News, I know it's Old News to you...
our hearts were orphaned and lame, and
we made vows to the thrones of hate

But if I could
know my name and remain
in the quiet of this love...

//

This song was inspired by an excerpt from Carl Jung's 'Modern Man In Search of a Soul', where he says:  

"Perhaps this sounds very simple, but simple things are always the most difficult.  In actual life it requires the greatest discipline to be simple, and the acceptance of oneself is the essence of the moral problem and the epitome of a whole outlook upon life.  That I feed the hungry, that I forgive an insult, that I love my enemy in the name of Christ–all these are undoubtedly great virtues.  What I do unto the lease of my brethren, that I do unto Christ.  But what if I should discover that the least amongst them all, the poorest of all the beggars, the most impudent of all offenders, the very enemy himself–that these are within me, and that I myself stand in need of the alms of my own kindness–that I myself am the enemy who must be loved–what then?  As a rule, the Christian’s attitude is then reversed; there is no longer any question of love or long-suffering; we say to the brother (or sister) within us, ‘Raca,’ and condemn and rage against ourselves.  We hide it from the world; we refuse to admit ever having met this least among the lowly in ourselves.  Had it been God himself who drew near to us in this despicable form, we should have denied him a thousand times before a single cock had crowed."

To The Brother Within

I am defected: my threads have come loose
fettered maps unfold in my eyes
and I keep staring at you

and the humble truth you gave
and the humble truth you gave to me
and then the tumbling truce we made, 
I just want you to know
I'm so glad to know your name

every cloud in my mind is swarming
rain bleeding every route we drew
and my soul recoils so fast
I think "What did I do?"

Well the story that I asked for
was not mine to start
and for all the trust you gave me
I turned you inside out

[When the humble truth you gave...]

So this is where I eat my words
all my fears and all of my games
as I sit upon the rock in the middle of 
the island I have made

And I view the sea and sky and sand
and I hear the unspeaking wind
and it reminds me of my empty dreamland -
my dead-end maze within

From a distance we all feign perfection
but in the details we all lose

You see I just can't stand the human story.
I need a drink with higher proof.. that says,
"We will not be broken
and we will not know shame."

...But oh how I've been broken
Lord knows I've been ashamed

[...when the humble truth you gave...]

Threads (scratch)

Ruby Gem

All So Tired - scratch - feat. Kaley Rutledge 

Saturday 05:44 PM

I see fire in the distance
I see fire and it's grey billows dance

like a rushing caravan of dusty angels
pulsing heavenward and
curling up their wings in unison

What's their song?

I see fire in the distance
I see fire and I wish that it would come

Like a child I would ask what it had started for
was it anger, or the torment of
this desert staying bored

But I look on
from my safe home
with my same ones;
we are for no one

We see fire in the distance
We hear fire and it's black billow song

We see fire in the distance
We see fire, yeah, but 
I guess 
we'll get on

Fire In The Distance - 11 - 12 - 16

we keep everything quiet
even lights on the porch stay down

we're not hiding, we're just keeping
ourselves to ourselves

but oh God what is it?...
I would like to get out of my bones
I would like to be not made of dirt anymore -
would you make me like fire or stone?

But I say OK OK OK OK
Here I am...

And God I just want to be for you
Oh God I just want to be for you

But all I know how to do is how to DO for you...
Could it be that I am not enough for me,
but I could be enough for you?

So would you hold me close Lord...
Would you love me through all of my hate...
Would you look into my eyes and speak my name...
Teach me the meaning of my face.

Keith Kolakowski