No One Turns the Colors on for Me, Like You

If I sound blue
Just say green a time or two
Let me walk with you
Til I'm pink again

Talk to me
Tell me all about the places that you've been
How you only want to see them all again
With me

Come and paint the colors of my dreams
Come and tell me what the colors mean
No one turns the colors on for me like you

Talk real slow
So I can feel the colors as they flow
They cover over me just like the snow
Til I'm new again
Then come
Back thru
With your glowing colors over all that blue
No one turns the color on for me like you

No one turns the colors of my dreams
No one tells me what the colors mean
No one turns the color on for me like you

Dream Dancin'

Come out and dance with me

In a place where love can set you free

So heavenly

Come out and dream with me

In a place where love can set you free

Heavenly

We’ll throw our shadows on the floor

We won’t need them anymore

If the night could reach our feet

It could teach us how to walk

If a kiss could reach our lips

It could show us, Baby, how to talk

If strange beauty stirs your heart

You can learn the forgotten art

Let love come and trace your hand

I’ll take you dream dancing

Let’s go out dream dancing

Rockin rollin holdin hands

Movin shakin twistin shoutin

Tango jango jitterbugging

We’ll leave our shadows on the floor

We don’t need them anymore

-jenn long

Sun Worship

I made Love to the Sun

On the beach.

His strength was sweet and delicious.

He warmed me with gold,

And shielded me bronze,

Showed me his smile

And his muscles.

He picked me up and carried me off

To a place—

I don’t know where.

He tickled me peach,

Left me breathless,

And dizzy,

And hopeless,

And I didn’t care.

Now I find myself

Back at my spot on the sand.

I discover myself anew.

My mascara is gone,

But I see that the Sun

Is wearing my smirk

And a hint of my rouge.

-jenn long

Columbia

Co-lummmmmmm,
Co-lummmmmmm,
Co-lummmmmmbia,
I hum your mantra fair.
Every radiant color beams
From the locks of your unkempt hair.
Fire, that is ten times hotter,
Dances from your gilded lips.
Your words can burn off any shackle.
Your tender fingertips
Can loose the cruelest noose.

And here, an arm goes missing,
And there, a hand raised high,
To shine the light of Liberty
For any passer-by.
Who dares to face the lonely Goddess?
The Chosen and the Few
Who seek beyond the mob mentality,
And touch the Torch of Truth.

Yes, for us,
There’s only You.

-jenn long

Failed Haunt

If you are glad to see one go,

Then you will rejoice

At that one’s death,

So let’s just agree on that

And call a spade a spade.

And let’s just call a card a card,

And while we’re at it, a queen, a bitch,

And wonder that we

Can’t give up on hearts?

But I have felt the haunt set in.

It tries to find a foothold of guilt.

But you will gain no ground at all with me.

So go and play your reindeer games

On someone else’s watch,

For your disembodied shadows

Can’t make time with me,

And you haven’t got the wherewithal

To shake me out of my happy tree,

For I have found a foothold there, myself.

-jenn long

Stolen Moments

I took a bit of ice from Kilimanjaro,

Brought it down to water my beans and peas,

But they told me that I’d done a lot of damage,

And the apocalypse was based on crimes like these.

They put me in an air-conditioned prison

In solitary. I watched TV all day

And saw the beautiful people who make the rules

And always have their say.

But I suppose that they can’t leave a footprint,

Carbon based or any other kind,

For they don’t grow beans,

Or reflect an image dimly,

But only suck the very nations dry.

-jenn long

Mystery

I can see the world spin tonight.

I’m seated high, and out of touch.

The mighty stones of Carnac twinkle

Like some forbidden stars.

And I can see the pixels flash.

They shift the shape of things to come.

They create the paradigm

Under the weight of the longitudes

As each horizon groans.

They do the bidding of the deep dark matter

And are at the bequest of the hidden word

That comes from you and me.

And like the disbelief that shows in a dream

From the shock that you could surprise yourself,

Or cheat yourself out of the ending,

The mistake is not in losing your needle

In Failure’s largest haystack,

But in trying to find it there.

For as sure as the sun comes up in the east,

And, forgive me, friends, but it does not,

The thing you seek may indeed not exist

Outside of you, and the Mystery.

-jenn long

Awake Again

I woke up in love with Life,

In love, My Love, with you,

Knowing it will be alright,

For I’m wrapped up in you.

And you are the glorious cosmos,

And you are the quiet pulse

That beats and causes all to breathe,

And move, and eat, and dance,

And sleep a deathlike slumber,

And forget a life of woe,

And wake to the infinite number,

And dream in ones and zeroes.

And it is better to strive in one’s dharma

Than succeed in something else.

And I will be thrilled, in this, my life’s work,

Knowing you are my life’s working self.

-jenn long