Lullaby No. 3 - Memento Mori

The advent of new life
Whispered a fleeting notion of finitude
All that you strived to attain
Your departure from a home
Lost on the sprawling winds
Of deeply clutched desires
To satisfy the possibility
Sacrificed to become
What you are capable of becoming
The only end in life
Greater than your errant fashion
A brushing gesture that colors
Your travels the feathered hues
Of a dream once discovered
Once drove you to the border
Of your inherited culture
Where you stood in the brisk
Crystalline purity
On the banks of a river
That was always moving forward
Along the leading edge of your thought
And you watched it unfold
In the basin of your Reason
And the allure lost its hold
Upon the advent of time
You came down from Heaven
A fallen angel
To create a new body
Colored by the neverending journey
Of your mind
And as the ghosts of the past
Came to claw at your grounding
Having once took to the sky
You recalled the distance
And you never looked back
Despite your purposeful disregard
Of its direction
The river never let you go
It bound you in the throes of new life
And the demons of once before
They begged your happiness
Of what comes after
Alas it was your choice
And nothing more
And it echoed bountifully
In the soul of the world
It was your surety
That covered you
In the afterlife of your self
At the birth of your surrogate existence
The midnight river carries on
Unfolding throughout the valley
In the shadow of an Invisible Hope
A sacrifice that was not yours to make
A memento mori that was not your own
And in another life
You came home to your Son

Jason Greendyk, www.jasongreendyk.com

Lullaby No. 2 - The Witching Hour

The witching hour
Was upon us
When the drawing motions
Of the womb
Pulled
At your consciousness
To writhe and claw
At the vestiges
Of that pure time
In the empty airs
Of the world
The midnight river
Running
Through your thoughts
And only your voice
Could fill
This new abyss
With the soulful nourishment
You were accustomed to
Through speaking
Could you render
The psyches
Of your creators
To nurture the progress
Of your being
And bend the will
Of existence
To include yours
And late in the noir
Of night
When it seemed
The power
Of your voice
Was faintest
A dark magic
Called forth
Your words
As if the moon
Had sway
O'er your soul
As if the patterns
Of the growing mind
Guided the becoming
Of your voice
And connected you
To a primordial power
Not your own
That you once held
But sacrificed
In your delivery
To shape dear time
With your voice
That reminded us
Of peace
Of humanity
That reminded us
Of home

Jason Greendyk, www.jasongreendyk.com

Lullaby No. 1 - Unfold

All I want the spheres
To whisper to your spirit
That all is right in the world
That your being will be a bountiful echo
In the vast reiterations of time
Blessing these fleeting moments
To instill conviction
Into the growth of your body
That it may permeate your soul
And raise you to believe
In the force of your spirit
Against all
Against the vapid, soulless execution
Of the world's soul
By the pop culture communism of the heart
Corazon espinado
Tracing the one long night of life
In patterned, absurd construction
Clinging all along to the Invisible Hope
The deservance of a romance
Granting science and purpose
To all things material
Persistently recanting the ephemeral trends of thought
That would distort the outcome of your destiny
Defined by your presumption
In the onset of consciousness
Unfolding thy limbs and gaze
From the cave wherein shadows on the wall
Nurtured your perception of the light
Now thrown into the dynamic of its reflective subject
To draw again and again the original thought
Out from a deepest well of silence
Deja vu au courant

Jason Greendyk, www.jasongreendyk.com

Reason's Eve

Resounding in the thoughtless echoes
Of a Life but a dream
Was a beating heart
Paralyzed in waking life
Still asleep on the silent waters
Running deep through thy soul
Thy creative votive emblematic
Of the great lightness of thy being
Inspiring a tour of the rich hills
And barren valleys of thy psychologie
Speechless for lack of rope
O let us adore Him
Dear Reason hanging from the tree of Life
In the fields of empty thoughts
The idol of the communist spirit
Privatized in the organization of belief
Consecrated in the symbolic act
Of institutionalized purpose
You stood alone and grew into a God
Joyful and triumphant before The Lord

Jason Greendyk, www.jasongreendyk.com

The Human Comedy

Let the leading edge

As you revel in the human comedy

Where your very existence

Hangs on a few words

Spun into the threads of information

Illuminated in the mourning dew

Your awareness clung to

O’er the wide world’s one long night

Spilling many rivers of language

Into the fading of your consciousness

And pouring your carefully reasoned words

To run along the trails of dreams

Stuck in a spiraling web

Making sure to find the clean grey light

Of a foggy-headed morning

You’ve waited all your life

For the truth of Reason’s prophecies

To disrobe

Unveiled and nude

In your delicate longing

Obsessive and compulsive

And meditating on the violence of the sea

As the waves that would set us

Rocking to and fro

For the logical outcome to prevail

In the drama of your thought

Ebbing with the human tides

Towards a climax – la petite mort

And reaching for a dry cloth

To cover You again


Jason Greendyk, www.jasongreendyk.com

Digitalization of Lifeworld

Peering on the river

Far below

And following its guide

Through the vestige of cognizance

An office held

By some eastern concept

Diluted in the jade

Umbrella pinning your thoughts

Dawning the restrictions

Of your existential bipartite

It was then well outside

The geometric streamlining of wealth

Where the digitalization of the lifeworld

Came true

And at last you were consumed

In your wanting

To embark the Digital River

The moments past

Where you peered into infinity

Converged on the other shore

Your soul branded

In crossing the desert of language

In spanning the digital divide

The great expanse of the rising SEA

Elevating the standards of your thoughts

And enclosing the departed bank

In an apparent horizon left behind

For the absolute held taught

A god thrown into the water

And reminiscing the dry hills

Of the valley of death

Wherein you once walked

Through the shadow of technology

And the logic was divine

An embellishment of Reason

That guided your steps

In straight lines

Along the taut strands of human consciousness

Once a figment of your imagination

Now mere a fragmented integration of information

In the image of its categorical derivative

Saved on the cloud

To be executed at the Second Coming

The united existence of all

Consumed incorporate philosophy

So be it then in your daily asunderings

And flights of self

Wore on the selfsame yolk of your freedom

Engraved in the diligent marks of 2011

The year of collaboration

And the great convergence

When all things tended together
And spoke to one another

For the first time

All over again 

Déjà vu au courant

Another deep dive
Into the communal emotion

Of greyed eyes’ already seen

Bedazzlement
With the colorful uniformity of pop culture
A communism of the spirit
Uttered through the aggregated mass appeal
Of individual context
And staged for the world to analyze
In the wake of superstitious Reason
Left behind in crossing
The desert of language pervades your thought
Did you flee the light again?
In the gentle coloring of fall
The city’s modest greenery affords
The nurture of a natural aesthetic
Saturating your thoughtless echoes
In the vast simplicity bearing your soul
Through redundant motions
Rotating fast
And gestures of your spine
The wind threatened to buckle
For fear the awareness of a pattern
Would wipe you clean
Selfless for science and purpose
Save your mystery in a stateless environment
And the contrast tending to black
A linea negra la cruz bête noire
Midnight river running your impregnated soul
To be born again
Along the straight line of human Reason
In the divine consciousness
Of empty space
Your stark opposite
Hung across
Would you open your eyez
In the darkest silence of your voice?
See the world all over again
Déjà vu au courant
Nada for nada la vida no vale
Aging in your idols
The twilight to be borne
Now come my son
Emerge into the new light of your innocence
To clear your free space in the cloud 
A ceremony we perform


 Jason Greendyk, www.jasongreendyk.com

A New Light of Innocence Shone Through the Moving Forest of Ideas

Father
Mother

My child my spirit

Listen well to your photosynthetic soul

As ‘tis the vessel which will

Feed on light

In the blossom shall you grow

For I can hear your heartbeat

Shrouded in the silence of the spheres

Resounding as you come to life

Sweet lullaby my ears

And from out the shadows of your chiaroscuro

In spiritus mundi were you writ

As I felt the comfort of the Gods

The day your great conception came to light

A shone foreshadowing of some perfect bliss

Written in the one long night

Thy womb at once inhabited

Grade to color out from black

As the light began to sing

Of the spheres’ grandfathered plan

A numeric prophecy unfolding

Observing the progress as love’s

Pure forward motion

Embellishes with each

Dramatic embrace

As bounding forth, life

Swift takes pace

And claims the lead

God blessed

The shadows of your once world

Recede away into their

Enlightened cowardice

And all that stands

The illuminated walls of a sheer whole

For through transparent curtains

We can see to the core

Of your very becoming existence

As they scan the

Image in broad form

And fill its whole

With soulful nourishment
The expression of humanity

Bred with pure love

Proceeding straight from the heart

To live unto forever

In perpetual amazement

Weaving a tapestry of light

In the joyful synchronization

Of your forthcoming soul

And the setting of the spheres

Ebbing from dreams

That exclaimed a new life forevermore

Courted by the blessed

Vetted by those who longed

Answered only by the word of God

Free only by His Love

Through the work of the soul

To be shared with golden doves of happiness

Stand in the light of children playing

And meeting with the laughter

And applause of angels

Gentle violin of thy love

In the Kingdom of Heaven

There was always you

Uniting our existence

Your peace be your gift

To the Gods anew, anointing

The pleasures of this truth

Without a shadow of doubt

In deliverance teems life

God’s messenger ripe on the wind

Delicate wide innocent eyes

Faeries of the angels

Joyous to know

The truths that will deliver you

The growing body of lush

Design that dressed

The pregnant soul you cherish

Matched you to your soul’s mate

And covered you in warmth

Every day I watch Sun rise

As if I were her birthing mother

Having found my paternal heart

In you

The long night our souls were one

When?

Why all this life

And those’ve passed

Having witnessed Mother Earth give birth before

And in thee I can become

The child in my soul

Embrace the offered blessing

The blessing of one’s covenant with God

The blessing of tracing that

Which was written in the stars of your heart

The child of the spheres

To emancipate the rose blush scent

Of flowering happiness

Echoing angelic elegies

A fragrance of sheer bliss

The souls of passions aflame

In the flickering material

The pious forms that enlighten

The glowing of your face

Floating in your mind

The candlelight rise

An article of faith

A child’s haven for your eyez

The bodies of beckoning cloudz

That move beneath the stars only to

Let them shine in their joyousness

Blessed angel of the inner child

Doth come of heart

To speak true prophecy

A growing notion something will be

The relaxation of the violin to rest

Some aspects of life are not to be forced

Can only be enticed by peaceful serenity

I am a valley of serenity

The river flows on through me

Always steady moving forward

The child who will always love you

Always have your heart and soul

Line the tip of your romance tongue

When the paired wings of smiles

To come carry the steady current

Of today as the receding waves

Of yesterday continue to fuel tomorrow

To color the laughter

And cradle a higher ground

Out from an Earthly mannerism

She thought, expressed

Lifting her lightened

Pregnant body like feathers in the wind

Swiftly blessed

A halo o’er the mind

When the essence of your being is

Sheer and accentuates your reality

Contours like carving the stone of

A riverbed canyon

Telling dear time

Her contractions and expansions

Having lived so passionately

In the new light of innocence

When the wondrous thoughts of existence

Roam without Reason through the moving

Forest of ideas that are conceived

On the waters of the heavens

A current always moving forward

A reaching into the new life of futures fast

Violin’s strings enlightened

And many rivers of thought

Running your impregnated mind

Giving birth to be free

Your spirit has been thrown…

All I want the spheres

To whisper to your spirit

That all is right in the world

That your being will be a bountiful echo

In the vast reiterations of time

Of life…

And the power of your intellect

Will open wide

Sweetly called

Of birth…

As your eyes level to birth the sun

Through futures on the horizon

And paint a scene the spheres would sing

As an ode to bless new Love

Of conception…

Our angel of a child

We’ve conceived of thee in pure Love

Caressing the gesture

Out of a living God

Conceive your spirit in the name of your

Soul…

And the river of time will deliver you

As the current flows steady on

Rejoice your soul in the name of your

Art…

In the still pond of a mother’s vision…

A passionate reflection of father’s racing mind…

There was always you

And a new light of innocence was shown.



Jason Greendyk, www.jasongreendyk.com