Why Don’t You Come With Me, On A Mythical Carpet Ride…
Dena Frandsen
2.6.2006
I like to dream, yes Explore the psyche- On a cloud of sound I drift in the night Fairies, freaks Tantric kisses replacing touch Birthed from within Well, you don’t know what we can find. Sweat cascading down heaving breasts Ancient truths, instinct container, Remind me, O’ Mother, where have we been? Where primal beats wake primal minds Gluing fragile wings of glory You don’t know what we can see Amnesia, fetish, bipolar, oh my Close your eyes girl! Let the burn take you away…… Last night I held Aladdin’s lamp And so I wished that I could stay And dance, and drink, immerse, enfold Before the thing could answer me I looked around, Well, you don’t know what we can find Glows that pull, A lustful arcade Windows into the wishing well Why don’t you come with me little girl? Opened wide for all To love! Exhale… A jazz oasis, Meditation, Generosity; Unacceptable Mediocrity! Well, you don’t know what we can see Let the burn take you away……
Right between my sound machine
I like to dance, yes
On the Black Rock,
Burning Man’s erotic cosmology…
Where Psyche is birthed on Playa’s ground
Wordless music all around.
If you dare,
Imagine abyss residing there.
Any place it goes is right
Goes far,
flies near,
to the stars away from here.
Forces and fire
Leopards and lovers
Subconscious desire.
Sex and soul standing tall
Beside The Disgusting Spectacle.
coming to life from out her dust;
down from the cosmos,
starlit trust.
this psyche of mine….
Visual image becomes Divine.
Why don’t you come with me little girl?
On a mythical carpet ride…
Disappearing into every breath,
Tears of Prayers and sounds of sighs.
Swarming clouds of butterflies,
intoxicating winks of the Lotus eye.
Carried through playa
with a magical flute player.
Reptilian brain, its rhythm finds.
Angry beats, dancing beats
Pulsing bodies around the drum.
Burdened beats, radiating beats.
Tribal poundings,
Trance, dance, chance,
Elucid dreams of pressure…
back onto the child.
Why don’t you tell your dreams to me?
Fantasy will set you free…
Delirium, gestalt, ego reply
Between the shores of contrast and peace
Timelessness, space and liberty.
Imagination find girl!
Look inside girl,
A mirror of chaos perhaps you’ll spy!
And so I wished that I could stay
A whirling dervish where the phoenix flies
Dream filled minds’ vibrating cry.
And dance with sun at ancient pace
Uncover psyche, her pieces hold...
Well, someone came,
& took the lamp away.
I looked around,
a lousy candle is all I found.
Circus stilts I see
Humankind climbing history.
I looked around,
Sacred temples I see
Humankind in silent reverie.
On a mythical carpet ride…
Lamps that lead,
Guiding costumed believers
Down darkened streets.
where some can hide,
Temples of release,
Emotions start to metabolize.
Secrets out, the world to tell!
On a mythical carpet ride…
Why don’t you fly with me little girl?
Through frozen silence of archetype.
Heebeegee yoga, lunashine,
Irrational geographic, bedlam at nine…
Spiraling wings dig down new heights.
Witch, great warrior, Goddess,
gentle giant’s delight.
Patterns, masks, screaming men in white robes,
Who see
embody your dream,
Lace petal lips encircle the crowd,
The tender touch of a floral kiss…
Creation,
The Pollen of Kindness,
Why don’t you tell your dreams to me?
Fantasy will set you free!
Close your eyes girl,
Look inside girl,
