this is my church.
it has no political boundaries.
it practices or sanctions no religion.
it fosters no hate.
it provides sustenance to all without prejudice.
...it is the vehicle to enlightenment for all that will harmonize with it.

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01/16/11

i used to dream

'enter here' d.e.X.a.d. 2010

i used to dream
original poetry by david love lewis
music and video by s. alan dyson
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HO7xKLy4dFg

i used to dream

'til they swallowed me

long night stretches
cold and dark
in all directions.

from my station
at the top
of the ferris wheel
cars come silently
toward us.

metal boxes
shining away from us.

hold on tight.
don't fall out.

nodding out at work.
cold brought me back.

cold wind
that stops dreams
brings me back
to book.

david love lewis

"broken glass"

'glass house' - debbie buchanan engle (work in progress)

'broken glass' - poetry by david love lewis, music and performance by alan dyson

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LOI7-YC0Krc&feature=mfu_in_order&playnext=1&videos=4jgrRwetI10

'broken glass"

i'm so glad your soul
belongs to jesus, lately your good manners
and much else have eluded me;
we promised no more nukes,
no more point-blank sights, but you
need to zero in, to wield the cerem0nial knife:
a feral child thrashing away with occam's razor.

that's why i had to get out
and see the world or at lest the plush
mamas on the other side of the street.
naked and forked, i forked my way
to the other side of lonely avenue;
sure all the time you saw me from
your lighted window and disapproved.

and when they left me bruised and bleeding,
as hungry for death as death in life can be,
you scolded and screamed and called me lost
and wrote me off.

by god's mercy i didn't die; step by step
on the muddy road back i called distance
from you a good thing' a thick clot hearsay
poisoned what was left of your milk's kindness.

we had one more run in us, and made it;
pilgrims dazzled with our brilliant runs---
fast eddie and calamaity jane dance in
quick time and promised each other more.
and if the songs stop now, i will be blamed,
pilloried in a sheet of fire for some real slight
or some imagined neglect: i have called too much
or not enough.

there's only one thing left i'd like to know---
can you still trip the lightning and catch
its glow in your clear smooth jar and hold
it up like a child, as surprised as anyone
with its brassy glow?

these others catch their fireflies and are satisfied;
and i would be too if i didn't know,
hadn't always known
better.

david love lewis

paper bridge circa 1979

proposed sculpture

X-Ray To My Soul 071910

X ray to my soul

March 2010

I walk now with a cane

My words may seem to some inane

But I just can’t stop them from running thru my brain

People ask me to explain

The facts are painted and are quite plain

This life has filled me full of pain

But I refuse to let it render me insane.

There are things that I remember

I cannot say out loud

So I bury them in a riddle with the words that I write down

They’re hidden in plain view

In technically precise

Vibrant hues

My bones cry out for truth justice

My bones cry out for healing to be known

My bones cry out for love

Down to the marrow

In my youth my escape became

Alcohol and LSD

It was just a way of life for me

Is this life a hallucination?

I feel such alienation

I’ve been ostracized, censored, gagged and despised

With the mysteries on the canvas

The buried body, the howling dog

The fish woman and the harlequin

I’ll stitch my self inside my own skin

I’ve said all the truth that I have known

With a fearless x-ray to my soul

Copyright 2010 S. Alan Dyson

"seeing heaven"

New song to David Love Lewis' 1987 poem "LIVE MODELS".
Thanks Robert for taking the time to capture and edit this!
Please check it out.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YyP1jVB7KJo

skyscraper

dyson | skyscraper | CD Baby

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Listen to and buy dyson music on CD Baby. Buy the CD skyscraper by dyson on the independent record store by musicians for musicians

this collection of original songs features legendary bassist joe osborn as well as other excellent louisiana musicians and poets.

poet collaborators include: david love lewis, rumi, alana l. dyson, and carol bailey.

musical collaborators include:
darren, joe, and chris osborn, denise greenhaw, greg williams, richard harold, michael reed barker, john peck, henry edwards, ron lynn, alana l. dyson, blue martin, chris allen, brian basco, direy red crenshaw, kevin maloney, robin vosbury, michael westbrook, scott griffin.

recorded at sandbox recording studio