KEO/Legend of New Horse

WordWulf By WordWulf, 11th Jan 2011 | Follow this author | RSS Feed | Short URL http://nut.bz/1_j_tj36/
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A few years ago I was invited to submit a piece for the KEO Project, a time capsule to be launched into space, scheduled to return in 50,000 years. I sent the following bit along with Legend of New Horse, a song written and performed by myself, my oldest son, Tommy and son-in-law, Troy. Tommy’s doing the guitar work, Troy’s the drummer and I am trying, as always, to sing.

KEO/Legend of New Horse

KEO

I am much less than a weathered tome to your eyes. I’ve come to seek that which more than magick reveals, language, the texture of my skin, cloth spread 'cross bony spar, a cobweb sail blown by the winds of time. What I have accomplished must occur a thousand times more, each set of these fifty years of my existence. I see the hand of my grandson upon the hand of my son. Over a hundred and fifty generations this eternal stack of hands will represent, a fine promise and hope of aeon.

This message is a thin whisper to the younger, word secrets kissed into your ear. We aren't doing so well in this world of bombs and bullets we have made, our epithets of peace or else, the mad science of overkill. I hope you are there in spite of us, have learned something because of us and are, better still, yet one of us.

I am a man who dreams. It has even been suggested that I dream in color. I do so hope you have color and a host of dreams upon waking. To this end, I have penned a song whose tune my son's guitar has learned to sing. I have chosen to include the lyrics that its music might find your lips for I know, if you are of me, you will find a way to sing.

Legend of New Horse

Momma told her first son
Come sit down by my side
When everything is said and done
all you can do is try
Remember when you wonder
which way and what to do
some times only hunger
will see a spirit through
And we're standing
in a crosswind
Bad Moon
bound to carry
a legend on the rise

When you follow your heart
face the risk of breaking down
set yourself a part
awareness of the sound
the arch of Earth and Sky
peace angelic fall
Momma said, "Son can we only fly
when we're not above it all"
We are standing
in a crosswind
Bad Moon
bound to carry
a legend on the rise

Where winter makes its mark
what decades find lay claim
a howling voice the dark
and New Horse is its name
A pounding heart of rage
tempered passion will
when it's time to turn the page
a destiny fulfill
And we're standing
in a crosswind
Bad Moon
bound to carry
a legend on the rise

Breathless fall from the womb
a four point landing to
Maybe shake the mother spoon
find a path that's true
We are only what we are
a kick in fortune's ass
Honey we may hold the stars
kiss the nights we pass
We are standing
in a crosswind
Bad Moon
bound to carry
a legend on the rise

Momma told her first son
Come sit down by my side
When everything is said and done
all you can do is try
Remember when you wonder
which way and what to do
some times only hunger
will see a spirit through
And we're standing
in a crosswind
Bad Moon
bound to carry
a legend on the rise

So, there you have it. I keep a tenuous grip at best, so at odds am I to the time in which I have been borne. I live near the mountains and share their breath and my Children, your next of next of kin. Be generous and good to one another. Look forward and not back. Most of what you may learn from us is how not to be. In history's stead, keep a good heart. Care about your young and old. Those in between will thrive in a circle of wellness.

I like to think of myself as your father for it is what I have come best to be, one who cares for children, sings when he gets the chance and appreciates blessings of love when they occur. Remember always that your spirit resides within yourself. You are a living pagoda. No one can show you the way, yet you may close your eyes and wander unclothed in a snowfield to be kissed by Gods. Be humble and proud, simply courageous.

I promised myself I wouldn't preach when I penned this piece, yet it sounded just then as if I were. Listen, if you know me when this is found, come get me straight away. We will make a circle and pound our bare feet into the dust of our Spiritual Ground, howl the legend to the heavens, press our faces into the flesh of the new horse and ride the hell away.

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Children, Eons, Family, Future, Harley Davidson, Music, Past, Poetry, Time, Tom Wordwulf Sterner, Writing

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I write novels, poetry, songs,nonsense & lies. Sometimes truth sneaks in when I ain't lookin'.

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author avatar Mark Gordon Brown
12th Jan 2011 (#)

wow what an exciting opportunity to be a part of.. how unique, a great submission to the KEO project.
I saw this on TV recently - it might have been on Life After People.. I am not sure.

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