Lullaby No. 5 – Born into the Noise

Pour out your soul

In the deterioration of your thought

As the delegation

Of futures’ promises

Binds your hands to your back

For you must learn to see with your eyes

And not your touch

Cease the blinding of the wool

That you pull over your heart

In the comfort of the corporate void

An abstraction of your existential digression

The drifter was no more

Instead you justified your motions

With a Reason

Through choppy seas

You stayed your course

The signs of God

Your only direction

In the aftermath of your rebirth

Born into the noise

And whip of the whirlwind

That stirred your dreams

Of once before

The want of absolute perfection

Despite the fine grain of your reality

And the rough fabric of your existence

You drove an impeccable line of your intellect

To the creation of a form

That defined the context of your new belief

The end no longer the juxtaposition of the journey

Rather found itself forming in every thought

The daring journey across the Sea

A Reason to move forward

In and of Itself

Filling the swells of your heart

With fantasies of your situation

That would constitute an end

All illusions that bore your vessel

Along the steady current of a hidden moon

The great Reason in the vast night sky

That caught the light of the stars

And passed it forth to You

To blessed guide you home

Where your family filled your dreams

With a reason for your being

A raison d'être

A cause

Greater than God

Or any Reason that came before

Carried you silent through the noise

And whip of the whirlwind

A storm that was never meant to end

So you just stayed your course

To no end


Jason Greendyk, www.jasongreendyk.com

Lullaby No. 4 - A Dark Hole

The world’s breath exhaled

An exhaustion that pulled you to life

Breaking the dawn

Out of your tension

A patient stroking of the drive

A straight line to focus on

To carry you through the smoke

And the mirrors that showed you

Your own infinitesimal cave

Of granular detail

A dark want of perfect order

That not a soul could entertain

A communist insurrection

Of the creative spirit

That drew gray lines

Across the black and white

And built uniform blocs

Of efficiencies

A dark hole in the essence of logic

Through dreams of intellectual filters

To improve the human experience

Like a red balloon let to the sky

Vast and blue like the sea

Into which we are thrown

Best bury your critique

In the clean appearance of things

And guide your direction

Through the filtering hole of Reason

To the high level of thought

That barred your execution

Lest you slip into the rational abyss

Buried in the minutia

By the passing of time

Always always slipping away

A chill down your spine

Would inspire your relevance

No matter how acute your passion

Your emotion is simply not

Important

More a mere reflection of your loss

Of the logical flow of things

In the interest of perfection

Your grip severed your ties

And you were nothing but free

At the world’s weary eyes

Your ideal a mere predilection

Of your divination of Reason

Born from the absence of your soul

In the theory of incompleteness

Within and without withal cast

Into the Sea

Where the old gods were a-swimmin’

In the doubtful nature

Of your existence

Jason Greendyk, www.jasongreendyk.com

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