Feb 5, 2013

Animals Like Us

So I pray Love...
The truth is:
As I grow old
and my hair changes shape,
I will remember how we sat on tulips
at that strange dance,
where a vulgar spirit could not feel
the words we spoke of childhood and our dark times.
You may remember when I had a different face,
the serpents' shadow,
a picture I code
that raises up the morning.
When I go off by myself sometimes 
and think of you; a prayer of wild stories for others.
I also think of how I have been in many lands
and never could find a way to halt death.
So come into my soul,
caress what is truly old.

When her glowing eyes turn,
Come into this circle of meat.
Where they have all disappeared.
You show yourself and then another,
gently moving the third eye
a subtle spirit strikes.
Wave no more.
We as a people just grunt
and wave no more.
Let us become new.
This snake is dangerous
and dying.
Shedding is needed,
no more of this crying.

Love has touched the lark
as red shadow
on a lucky day.
He sees what I am
Brightness of fire,
looking for miracles and a good laugh.
Never Lost.
Poem by Toni Oswald copyright

Jan 10, 2013

Happy New Year 2013

I am proud to release two new Music pieces for the New Year~ One of them is my early 4-track recordings that my sweet Max has mastered and the other piece is something Max and I did as a Surrealist music and spoken word performance dedicated to Luis Borges. I wish everyone good health, abundance, and good work for the coming year~ xo

Ic Explura - The Early 4-Track recordings~

These dark hills dawning
owning no surprises
emitting fantastic glimpses
of distant chambers
dancing seas
the music coats
our vulnerable skins
kicks and such
oh to be the seam
and write these
love letters to you
who I don't even know
but it gives me grace.

_Toni Oswald

Forlu Is Borges By Max Davies and Toni Oswald