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Rimes of Passion

by Peter Moore (Pen Dragon)

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    This album represents the culmination of many years of travelling, unravelling and opening to inspiration in service to The Great Goddess; The Beloved, of whom we are all lovers, whether we know it or not.
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State of Grace Make space! Make space! Make space! For a state Of Grace. Don’t you know? Your busy schedule’s just a tool you use. It keeps you asleep But it prevents you from deepening Into the arms of Love. But the truth is The door to the house of Goddess Stands open. And She is always home; Just waiting, hoping That you will make some space To take a break - To breathe. To rest. From the mindless grind Of the trapped rat-race For a face-to-face embrace With Grace. So here’s the quest I’m on: Will you learn Love’s lesson? Will you pause and listen? Will you take the chance And make the choice For that still, small voice? Will you make a date with Fate Before she sighs: “Too late.” And once again you realise You’ve missed your chance For that long, slow dance With your daemonic dreamgirl. And once again you realise - Too late - Your whole, mad world Was just a whirl; A swirl on the surface Of a future imperfect. Tense, nervous, a headache. A fake, half-baked mistake. And you only awake -Too late! - As the lights go out, shouting: “Wait! I’m not done! I mean, I had some fun But surely there was more I could’ve been?” “I’ve hardly seen a thing; I’ve been asleep, and dreaming. And what’s worse - I’ve been having nightmares!” “I missed the sunrise I missed the day My eyes stayed shut: I lost my way ...” And the last, lost rays Of the setting sun Sink fast into the Endless West. Into the edgeless, restless Ocean of unconsciousness… There’s so much beauty So much beauty - So much! So how do we let ‘duty’ take up so much time? It’s a crime… So make space. Make space. Make space now! For that face-to-face embrace With Grace. She’s waiting Just anticipating That you’ll call To hear the Good News: The Goddess loves you. And you are All. And time is not a tool to her. No, time’s more like a jewel to her; A ring upon her little finger. So linger a while Relax - and smile! Because Eternity is in love With us ‘productions of time’ Switch off the phone Tune in Turn on And wake up! No one will miss you - They’ve got their own issues: So many things to do So many places to go So many people to see So many facts to know So do yourself (and them) a favour And savour this moment. Now. Because you never know When Love’s rose might bloom again.
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Song For My Secret Lover Go wild my friends, be free! You owe no allegiance to Him - nor me! Let’s run away for a year and a day Down to the woods where the wolf-children play And under the moon we’ll make love like the beasts A rich, rare and raw, red-toothed cannibal feast. Agents of Free Will - spies for love - Don’t waste your time walking hand-in-glove With a weight on your arm like a leaden watch Mouthing comfortable lies about loves you forgot While the demons of duty rejoice as you cry About how you can’t leave - a tear in your eye. Freedom is now, so just pick up the dagger; Don’t waste a moment - don’t stumble, don't stagger! The aim of the ninja is swift and sure His mind is one-pointed, his Will is pure; We assassins don’t wait for the sunrise of doom We finish our work and depart in the gloom. We don’t ask permission We don’t give confession And when love turns to anger? We don’t wait for depression. We’re ruthless, we’re real, we’re prepared to succeed; We know what we want, know our need from our greed. Know that Freedom is Love and Love feeds the Will And the flavour of slavery’s life’s bitterest pill. So give us dry bread and water No let and no quarter From the wolves in sheep’s clothing To the lambs to the slaughter. We Know and we Will and we Dare to be still; Our lives need no purpose - we live for the thrill! See, we are the chosen for we make the choice; We are the Vision, the Void and the Voice. And the Power And the Pleasure And the Pain Are all ours: We make our own movies In which we are the Stars.
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Crocodile’s Tears A zebra went down to the watering hole In search of a drink one day For she had galloped long and hard On the plains where the wild things play. Her hooves were tough, her mane was long Her skin was soft, her muscles strong Her eyes were as bright as the full moon’s light At the height of her powers on solstice night. Her heart was young and full of a fire That burned with a flame of the purest desire Her spirit was restless but she feared no pain For she was the horse that could never be tamed. But a croc lay in wait by the side of that pool He was wily and wicked and cunning and cruel And he watched as the zebra came down to drink And as he watched and he waited he started to think; How could he have what could never be tamed With the go-faster stripes and the dreads in her mane With the eyes that were bright as the full moon’s light When the wind shakes the barley on harvest night? And so he hatched out a plan to appeal to her pride For he longed for a taste of her velvety hide And to sink his teeth deep in her hot, silken throat And to drink of her blood till his senses were soaked. So he said to the zebra: “Magnificent Beast! Will the wonders of the wild world never cease? Where are you from and what is your name? Is it true you’re a horse that can never be tamed? For in all of my roving never have I seen A nightmare more closely resembling my dreams. Are you black? are you white? Why you’re really a sight With your eyes like the moon on a midsummer’s night With your scent so alluring and your markings so rare - Will you forgive a poor croc if he can’t help but stare? And if I sing you a song would you grant me one favour - A single, sweet kiss for these rude lips to savour?” Said the zebra: “Oh sir, I can never be tamed For I love nothing more than the wind in my mane! And I’d rather die alone than live life by the rules Of those commonplace horses - that herd of fools! I come from the plains where the wild things play And my name is a secret I’ll not give away. My nature is paradox - like the moon, dark and light - If you ignore me I’ll kick you, if you chase I’ll take flight But I won’t try to stop you if you really must stare ‘Cause I’m a bold horse, I’m a bad horse, I’m a haughty nightmare. And as for your song, well if you sing I might listen - But I’m making no pledges when it comes to the kissin’!” Then the crocodile smiled to himself, but to her he said: “Very well then, I’ll sing, but first – come closer! For the song that I sing is a tender refrain That is not for the ears of those fools on the plain; Come closer, come closer, let me whisper sweet words Of the love that drives men and beasts and birds. Of the Crocodile King and his search for a Queen And the sorrows that he suffered in pursuit of his dream - Of the battles that he fought just to stand by her side And the love that compelled him to risk all for his bride That beautiful princess - like the moon, dark and light: Come closer, come closer - have no fear of my bite…” Now the zebra stood still and a silence descended As deep and as dark as if time had ended. But her heart full of fire beat loud in her ears Both inflamed by desire yet frozen by fear. For though she had sworn she would never be mastered Still the crocodile’s song made her long for disaster: A mad love, a bad love, a look-out-you’ve-been had love A fierce love, a pure love, a rich, rare and raw love. And so despite her misgivings of the horny old croc She took a step closer and she let her head drop And the crocodile whispered: “That’s it, my pretty; have a heart, lend an ear, hear my tale - and take pity! For my song is a sad one, of all that can go wrong When lovers love too much, and lose themselves And in hunting for Heaven, they plunge straight down to Hell. When their need for each other burns like a hunger And the reins of their reason can restrain them no longer And they surrender themselves to the pyres of their passion To be consumed by the tongues of the saints and to pass on Out of this sphere of mere mortal obsession And into the arms of the Spirit’s possession…” And as he sang on his voice dwindled almost to a hiss Till the zebra leant so close, he said: “Now, Lady, my kiss - For more precious than pearls to a poet’s the fame Of the favour of the horse that could never be tamed.” The zebra stood silent, barely breathing at all; She was spell-struck and held in his terrible thrall. And those eyes that were bright as the full moon’s light Were now dim as if sunk in some secret insight. And she never moved a muscle as the croc glided closer Till his lips touched her lips and his claws were upon her. “Oh, Crocodile,” she whispered, “how I fear your embrace! But your song has undone me - now hear my heart race! For who would have thought that those lips so rude Could sing words so sweetly of feelings so true?” But the crocodile smiled - a wild, snaggle-toothed grin And roared: “I am your downfall - come on, dive in!” Then he stretched his jaws wide And he snapped them tight On the neck of the horse with the eyes as bright As the blood on the blade on sacrifice night. And he sank his teeth deep in her flesh so smooth And he rolled, and he dragged her down, deep in his pool. Her hooves were tough, her mane was long her skin was soft, her muscles strong But she struggled in vain - and she didn’t struggle long. And as the darkness closed over, she remembered his words About the love that drives men and beasts and birds To the pinnacles of pleasure and the depths of despair But the crocodile just wept as he slept, All alone, in his lair.
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Hail to The Queen Like moths to a candle we circle the sun Each orbit connecting us, turning us on Entranced by desire and drawn to the light Let passion consume us in furious flight For death holds no power to dim such attraction Nor life greater pleasures than love’s satisfaction As the phoenix we flame at the heart of the helix Explode into stardust; incandescent, angelic. Bright as a star burst, beyond second sight Separation surrenders to the limitless Night A darkness with twinkles, a silence, supreme Io! I adore thee, O Heavenly Queen!
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Horse 01:50
Horse In the dark before dawn on the last day of time In a bar, in a bardo, a horseman drinks wine Awaiting the sunrise to issue the call: “Break open the Seals and slaughter them all!” He was blacker than midnight Badder than snakebite Death upon horseback, a gun at his hip A knife in each hand and a curse on his lips. But just then Charity smiled from the end of the bar At her breast a red rose, in her hair seven stars. She was beautiful, Babalon, Queen of The Night; She took Death to bed and she showed him The Light. Seems even old Death is a sucker for Beauty Cause she’s the lay in the way of ‘The Man’ and his duty. And the sky in the east flushed from purple to gold While The Devil still struggled to break Love’s stranglehold. She said: “Just one more time Lover I mean what’s all the rush? Come warm your bones by my burning bush! There’s plenty of time till the crow of the cock So come back to bed, Big Boy - and finish the job!” Then all day she rode him, that tart with the heart While God waited in vain for the fighting to start. But the sun rose and set with never a shot fired While death slept, contented, drained of his ire And Babalon just smiled to herself as she sang: “If that’s Armageddon man, roll on the big bang!”
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Ravensbread 04:10
Ravensbread My body is a temple Where, upon an altar in my mind I sacrifice my joys and woes In the stead of the bread and wine. My God is Love, my Goddess too: My enemies I name – taboo! And shame and fear and servitude And all who seek to thwart Man’s Truth. The wisdom of the ages Is pulsing in the protoplasm! In every itch, in every twitch In every spurt and every spasm In every breath and beat of heart Every tiny, trembling part! Twin serpents entwined endlessly; Three billion years of history The key to human destiny To keep us slaves - or set us free. Prostrate before the sacred Birch What need I priest? What need I church? What need I God’s, or human law When everything I am is pure? I need no master, want no slave; I dance upon religions grave! My bible is a protean code; The map to find the motherlode. To crack the cypher, slay the toad Then smoke him by a fire slow And brew the bloody Sacrament To know God’s Will and testament. Drink once to Life and once to Love - Once to toast the Tawny Dove! Drink once to Friendship, once to Freedom - Once to honour the Horned Heathen! Drink once to Strength and once to Sight - Once to raise the Child of Light! Then turn the water into wine And drink again to grow Divine. At first we laugh and then we weep First blazing, crazed, then sunk in sleep. Soaring skyward to tumble like comets; Pure Fools professing sublimest sonnets. By turns we shrink then tower, vast, Like Alice through the looking glass; Diving down the rabbithole To find the pot of pixie gold. To prance upon the pilgrims’ way To take a Soma holiday! To rise above the clouds of doubt And hear the angels’ victory shout! To ride with them upon the storm To greet with them the golden dawn To live, to die, to Be - reborn As we crystallise our Faerie forms. To soar on wings of ecstasy To banish faith with certainty Of conscious continuity In blissful immortality Rejoice in corporeality Unstained by slave morality. To taste this fruit first scale the Tree Then seek the Truth that sets men free; Slip safely through the dragon’s lair To step up by the spiral stair Be seated in the empty chair And breathe the Holy Mountain’s air. Then, knowing this realm of rare delight Let’s realise Earth as Paradise! And read again these words I write: Our bodies are our temple where, upon altering our minds We sacrifice our joys and woes In the stead of the bread and wine My God is Love, my Goddess too My enemy I name - Taboo! My Eden is right here with uou: Experience my only Truth.
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From Burning Man to the Big Bang America: A Prophet Sees PART ONE: American Dream I dreamed a dream - what can it mean? Of a land restored and a desert greened. A stream of conscious, scream of birth Of dancing feet that drummed dry earth To raise the dust, to wake The Devil Wolf-angels bustin’ blazing revels And elves that worked The Masters’ plan Conceived before the race began To weave a spell from sun and sand To raise The Child and burn The Man. Now from cities far and wide they came To fuel that fire and fan those flames; The dusty kings and dancing queens - Strange satyrs spawned from drunken dreams. Ecstatic fools and dirty dancers Wildcat cruisers and changeling chancers Walking naked at noon, unashamed, unafraid Riding bareback at midnight on bikes built for pain. Drinking cocktails at dawn and dropping acid for lunch Getting weak at the knees from the sucker’s punch; A mushroom-metropolis that springs up overnight A hedonist’s playground, dust devil’s delight. A birthplace for some and a graveyard for others An erotic, chaotic collision of lovers Razing Rome in a day - the American way! Make your way to The Playa, folks And if you can, get waylaid! Now a pirate ship slips past a half-buried head In an alien landscape on an ancient lake bed As an Amazon princess in lace lingerie Glides by in a limousine, leering at me. In the distance a jet engine roars into life Slashing open the sky like a neon-blue knife As a flame-throwing wrecking ball swings through the air And I remember the sign on the gates: “ Beware!” ‘Cause the American Dream is still kickin’ out there! For a week all the freaks meet to strive for the peak They get too crazy to care and too spangled to speak. Making love, making music, finding new ways to lose it; A spontaneous combustion of consumer culture A rose-scented circus of vagrants and vultures Living their dream of a Conscious Community: Liberty! Laughter! Diversity! Unity! Coming together to make Love through Art - Getting out of our minds to get into our hearts. PART TWO: American Nightmare But I wonder can you burn the man within When the fire’s gone cold and the times grow thin? When the oceans roar and the mountains shake When the sidewalk shudders and the Twin Towers quake. When the oil’s run dry and the president’s fled When you’ve got both barrels pressed hard to your head When your little girl’s dying for a glass of fresh water But you’re still fighting with an enemy who offers no quarter. When the police are on the street And the state is in emergency And failure to capitulate turns your protest to insurgency; When your tax dollar’s paying for the bullet in the gun And the wages of the kid paid to point it at your son. When you’re wondering what happened To your ‘Freedom and Democracy’ And how the planet got jacked by a corporate autocracy: When Wall Street’s crashed and the bank’s gone bust And it’s you who’s paying for your leader’s lost trust. When the guy who planned the war Takes the bids for reconstruction And genocide’s a business plan For boosting mass production. When you’re wondering: “What happened to those weapons of destruction?” You’ll see the Dubya MD’s in the land of the free: A mad dog barking up the wrong gun tree. There’s Nazis in the White House Condoleeza Rice House Something here ain't right house! Victory for ze Vice-Haus. Working for the Cheney gang Waiting for the big bang Blame it on the black man Then we’ll bomb Iraq, man! Fascist fundamentalists, ruling with an iron fist Stumbling through a red mist Crossing off their shit lists. Armchair general George Bush Calling for The Big Push: “Sacrifice your kids for me! Vote away your liberty!” One election robbed, next one rigged: So how much longer till the fat-and-happy twig That the whole world’s fallen For the Dixie gypsy-switch? And your ‘freedom and democracy’s a double-talk hypocrisy: A criminal conspiracy, fighting for a fantasy. Microchipped monkeys, Illuminati flunkies Fossil fuel junkies, pimpin’ for ‘The Company’. “Let’s rid the world of evildoers! We’ll crawl with them into the sewers! We’ll torture them to teach them How civilised we are And how we value human life - Just not as much as motor cars!” Safe within our SUVs Armoured from reality Working on our heart disease And praying: “Jesus, save us please!” “Supersize us Santa Claus! Supersize us, Mammon’s whores! Supersize us with more sugar! Bless us with a fuller figure! Supersize us - watch us grow! Supersize us - best in show! Supersize us - make us great!” A planet served, steaming On a Styrofoam plate. PART THREE American Prayer The best of worlds - and the worst of worlds - Creators and destroyers of worlds. From California dreaming To New Orleans drowning The stars and stripes are streaming - That dream sure took a pounding! Uncle Sam in Vietnam Afghanistan, Iraq - Iran? On the take in every land Greenbacks clutched in bloody hands; The Neo Con policeman Is hatching out his pension plan. It’s the ‘New World Order’ - same old crap! - False-flag ops and honeytraps. 'War on terror’? - War on thought! - Just buy the bullshit that you’re taught! “Now, the world was made in just six days And Jesus never died for gays. See, God is love - but love’s a crime: Bread is meat and blood is wine.” “War brings peace and jails bring freedom; All who disagree are heathens. Sure, presidents lie - but patriots believe ‘em - So toe the line, boy - don’t ask the reason!” Wake up folks, it’s time to dance: The human race has one more chance To rip the needle from the vein - Let’s ditch the oil and dream again! So kick the habit and sack the priest: The Truth alone brings true release! Then make your pledge and take your stand: Let’s stake our place in the Promised Land. Sure, the Founding Fathers fought for independence But now the sons of those fathers Must teach transcendence: This boat is afloat on an ocean of light And there’s enough for us all - With no need for a fight. So petition the Prince with the peacock-eye To banish the fear and be free of the lie; Ours is not to do and die - Ours must be to question: “Why?” It seems Einstein was wrong; God does play dice But faith without reason’s a fool’s paradise. The power of Magick is the seed of all life So feed what feeds you - and forget the hype. Step out of the box and stare at the sky: Let the light of the stars strip the scales from your eyes. Then breathe into your heart and breathe out to Infinity: Know that Heaven, on Earth, in that heart’s The True Trinity. Three into One, One into Three: The raindrop returns to the Sea of Tranquillity. Then recharged and renewed Drifting down through the blue It comes to rest on the ground A diaphanous dew ... And so I dream my dream (And by now you know what I mean) Of that land restored and that desert greened. A stream of conscience, scream of birth Of dancing feet that drum dry earth To raise the dust, to wake The Devil; Wolf-Angels busting blazing revels And elves that work that master plan Conceived before the wars began: To weave a spell from sun and sand To raise The Child And burn The Man.
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Nadiana 01:45
Nadiana In the name of Pan I exalt thee Nadiana my virgin bride! For the light of thy beauty assaults me Like the flood of the full moon tide. I desire to eat you like oysters With the scent of the sea in the air To cover your body with kisses And thrill to your hands in my hair. Oh I’d like to woo you like birds do With beauty and balance and grace. Then take you and break you and make you A queen on the throne of my face. How I long for the taste of your kisses And the brush of your thighs on my skin; To hear your heart beat as it misses And I dip and I dive within. Gentle at first we’ll be moving Building a bonfire of love Dancing in Venus’ garden United below and above. And as the pyre burns higher, a heavenly fire That kindles the joy of the gods With abandon we’ll join in creation: Shakti’s chalice and Shiva’s rod! Awaken, O slumbering serpent! Penetrate to the womb of the night! Ascend through the veils of illusion And explode into soft delight! A fountain of fornification Dissolving in ecstatic bliss Two, into one, into None, into All: Only Love can span the Abyss
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Adamspeak 05:19
Adam Speak Come pilgrims now upon The Path And heed these words, this hollow laugh; If you should seek the Living Truth Then shun the cursed temple’s roof And should you meet the Buddha on your way Cut him down and to him say: “For Spirit seek instead the tavern The mountain bare, the lonely cavern. The vaulted spires of the wildwood green The music of the crystal stream The laughter of the nymphs and fawns Innocent, playful as naked newborns Offering honey and mystic wine As sacraments to the Flesh Divine” I’ve circled the globe from East to West In search of a Truth that passes this test: Does it bring friendship? Does it bring freedom? Does it bring joy with no need for a reason? Does it bring wholeness And does it breed strength? Does it dispose with dispassion All ideas of non-sense? From north to south, from Pole to Pole I quested in vain for the seat of my soul Kneeling in temples and prostrate in stupas Praying in churches and poring through sutras Yet everywhere I’ve been the folk Still toil beneath oppression’s yoke; Beasts of burden for the cunning few For whom all is permitted, yet nothing is true. From the tooth of the Buddha, rotting in Kandy To the Dome of the Rock and the loincloth of Gandhi Fools worship the finger and miss the moon Praying to prophets and begging for boons While their black shirted masters preach sermons of war About the spiritual value of being hungry and poor. From their ivory towers the old, cold and sour Wail the refrains of their paeans to power; Dividing to rule - within, without - Casting a pall of darkness and doubt As they lay all their curses on life’s greatest treasures An invisible worm that corrupts all love’s pleasures. Dividing the spirit against the flesh Damming the stream and stifling the breath Dividing the Christian against the Jew Hindu and Moslem and Buddhist too. Dividing the left against the right Condemning the dark and exalting the light; Dividing the people to cling onto power Tarmaccing Eden and crushing love’s flower. But I say that these devils shall never prevail If we quest without rest and refuse to fail So wake up you dreamers and heed the call From the All-in-One to the One-in-All: Knowledge is power - so know your Self That Knowledge is nothing without love’s wealth. Knowledge must lead to the bliss of Unknowing; Knowledge needs Wisdom to keep it’s blood flowing And growing in knowing we know more and more How little we know: we can never be sure. Sure belief is a means towards a great end Yet belief is a curse we at last must transcend. Belief is a bubble just waiting to burst A lover’s delusion, a rabid man’s thirst The shell of the egg we must constantly crack Hatching anew to find our way back To the source of the spring on the mountain’s peak Too blissful to think and too awestruck to speak. Eternal, infernal unquenchable flame! Silence Supernal! Love With No Name! I am that I am - Sovereign, Sole - A star in the heart of the heavenly Whole Existing alone by the grace of The Void Through whom all form is born In whom all is destroyed. All-Father! All-Mother! Thou Two-in-None! You are my Source and I am your Son! ShaktiShiva in Union: I Am You And that Is the one thing That I know That is True.
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Negative/Positive No Faith No Truth No Master No Student. Only Desire Earnest enquiry Heart flung wide Open to Love. I am that I am: Unlimited! Nothing special Just unique And perfect. Just Like You.
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recorded in 2009 in India, this album contains 13 classic spoken word tracks plus one bonus 'hidden' song and is the perfect accompaniment to the book of the same name, soon to be released.

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