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Brave new world
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Brave New World
© 2018 R. Chris Dahlgren
Beautiful people, all carefully blended
No room for error, where nothing is mended
Everything new, all perfect consumers
All in good order, don’t listen to rumors
Come look forward to a brave new world
We’re moving forward to a brave new world
Society ordered Alfa to Epsilon
A whole world bordered, the savages are all but gone
There's no more war, nor crime nor poverty
No need for art, or books or history
They say it’s all for a brave new world
We’re moving forward to a brave new world
Let me look into your purple eyes
Youth is forever until one dies
What need is there for individuality?
Two grams of Soma and I’ll be free
Pain is gone from a brave new world
We’re moving forward to a brave new world
Oh, brave new world
Oh, brave new world….
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If I would ask you
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If I would ask you…
© 2013 R. Chris Dahlgren
If I would ask you to lay on the ground
Nestled like spoons or mosaics of sleepers
here in this meadow with stones as our pillows
And stars as our blanket where crickets abound
Would you think me insane?
Or would you think me just, vain?
If I would ask you to give up your mind to
A line of flight piercing through all definitions
Would our superstitions all wither the moment
We saw our own faces as one who was blind?
If we make it through the night
When we awake in the morning we'll find
Countless little blue flowers opening calyxes to the golden sun
Countless little blue flowers opening calyxes to the golden sun…
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Hope at Dawn by Hopatcong
© 2018 R. Chris Dahlgren
Soon will come the sunrise
Breaking through pale grey skies
Bringing light to tired eyes
Breaking hearts beat hope at dawn
Strangers kiss where hearts are drawn
Travelling west by Hopatcong
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Ampharool
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Ampharool
© 2011 R. Chris Dahlgren
There is no way to prove
Dinosaurs do not travel in time
For the tenth part of a second
The outsider’s claim amounts to
Strange liking
The cinema sheet stares us in the face
We go from one village to the other
Like a shadow in the light
We travel in it day and night
Lured into action by the promise
Faith of the desert
Color of the heaven that we are
Preparing the magic skin
Inside-out, out-side in…
There is no way to prove
Dinosaurs
Do not travel in time
On the ground, then as a winged being
The outsider’s claim amounts to
Strange feelings
Perceptions
New movements precise and definite
Like a fairy-tail aroma
Like a shadow in the night
We travel in it day and night
Fly from one village to the other
Faith of the desert
Color of the heaven that we are
Ampha Rola Um-phar Olam…
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Road side picknick
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Roadside Picnic
© 2017 R. Chris Dahlgren
Why should I have a job?
When a man has a job he’s a slave to another
Don’t fall in the cracks like the mob
Just move to one side or the other
On the way to a roadside picnic
On the way to a roadside
Do you want a full empty?
Or would you like your empty full?
When we get into the zone
We’d better watch out for gravity’s pull
On our way to a roadside picnic
On our way to a roadside
Happiness for all and let no one be forgotten
Blaming not the travellers for the things we have begotten
Happiness for all and let no one be forgotten
Blaming not the travellers
A pocketful of joy
Sacrificed on the alter of science
And I know it’s just another ploy
Of some or other unholy alliance
And it’s grey every day and every night
The sun hides with our compliance
Let’s invite the sun to a roadside picnic
Let’s invite the sun to a roadside
Once, I thought I’d never sold my soul
But now I’m feeling kind of funny
I’m biting my lip because I know
They bought us all with their money
But happiness is free dear, and it’s so
Even if it’s a bittersweet tasting honey
Let’s eat the rest at a roadside picnic
Let’s eat the rest
Happiness for all and let no one be forgotten
Blaming not the travellers for the things we have begotten
Happiness for all and let no one be forgotten
Blaming not the travellers
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Monday starts on Saturday
© 2019 R. Chris Dahlgren
A log hut stands on chicken legs by the old oak tree
Angry ghosts and vampires want to get closer to me
The same book’s always changing on the windowsill
Last titled when I read it ‘Creative Works of the Mentally Ill’
Monday starts on Saturday, all magicians know
Transformations bring with them more bureaucracy in tow
Vasily the cat knows stories, at least a thousand or two
But he always forgets them from beginning to halfway through
A pike I just saved told me that by her own command
She’d grant me any wish wanted at my most urgent demand
Monday starts on Saturday, tenured wizards work for free
A parrot moves from future to past- it’s the Photon we can’t see
I’m sorry Mr. Korneev my duties force me to
Kick your double off the divan to see if it’s really you
Playing so long with dead fish in living water, it does show
You’ve upped the current much too high, the facility will blow
Monday starts on Saturday and I’m feeling numb
We’ve only just met for hours here, our love is yet to come
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Without reservation
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Without Reservation
© 2019 R. Chris Dahlgren
There’s a bird I’ve found on my windowsill
I didn’t even see for it was so still
It doesn’t dare to move for it has no will to die
It can’t fly
I ask myself should I even try
To save the bird that cannot fly
For my window is three stories high and I know if it falls below
It will die
I decide to wait and make a tea
To let the answer come to me
Give it a pause, just wait and see what happens…
In a short while I make up my mind
To save the bird, whatever its kind
But when I get to the window I find that the bird is gone
Fallen below
I ask myself- am I to blame for its death with my hesitation?
But if I were the bird I know that I’d try to fly,
Fly without reservation
Fly, fly without reservation
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Farming
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Farming
© 2015 R. Chris Dahlgren
I dreamt last night that I was farming
A field of green that stretched as far as I could see
My bare feet moved between the stalks, not harming
The myriad of small plants which sprouted from the ground
When, suddenly to my surprise, I heard a sound
A voice from behind asking me to turn around
Turning I was greeted by a sunflower
She asked me to take her into my arms
and dance with her right there,
So I did, and we danced…
The next thing I realized we were waltzing up in the air
Spinning and turning far above, without a care
Slowly in time, our dance wound its way back down to the ground
I looked around
the sunflower had disappeared
With twilight approaching
the darkness was what I feared
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Tara´s Song
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Tara’s Song
© 2019 R. Chris Dahlgren
So many revolutions around the sun
Been on so many paths, but I’m just where I begun
I’m not any further than the day that I was born
Only slowing down and I’m getting more forlorn
Times change, minds change, passions change
Feelings change, lovers change, fashions change
Days change, ways change, one thing remains
Everything I think I know is but a dream
A bubble floating on a stream
Om Tara tutare ture soha
Om Tara tutare ture soha
Om Tara tutare ture soha
So many revolutions around the sun
The planet’s spinning fast, but I’m just where I begun
I’m not any further than the day that I was born
Only slowing down and I’m getting more forlorn
Stars change, planets change, orbits change
Mountains change, rivers change, climates change
Laws change, idols change, people change
Everything we think we are is but a dream
A bubble floating on a stream
Om Tara tutare ture soha
Om Tara tutare ture soha
Om Tara tutare ture soha…
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Fairie´s Song
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Fairies' Song
W. Shakespeare
You spotted snakes with double tongue,
Thorny hedgehogs, be not seen;
Newts and blind-worms, do no wrong,
Come not near our fairy queen.
Philomel, with melody
Sing in our sweet lullaby;
Lulla, lulla, lullaby, lulla, lulla, lullaby:
Never harm,
Nor spell nor charm,
Come our lovely lady nigh;
So, goodnight, with lullaby.
Weaving spiders, come not here;
Hence, you long-legg'd spinners, hence!
Beetles black, approach not near;
Worm nor snail, do no offence.
Philomel, with melody
Sing in our sweet lullaby;
Lulla, lulla, lullaby, lulla, lulla, lullaby:
Never harm,
Nor spell nor charm,
Come our lovely lady nigh;
So, goodnight, with lullaby.
Lulla, lulla, lullaby, lulla, lulla, lullaby...
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