oh this baby. she's been waiting. this song... i've been wanting to put this baby on an album for so long. but it had to wait. and wait. well, you're time has arrived little one. you're a pop song now. having to make some song selections this week. can't put 30 songs on a record. i wanna put twisted mystery on the record too. anyway. here are three we're looking at today:

white plum (which i wrote about the Shukei Tokodo ceremony in my Zen lineage -white plum in da' houzzz!!)

in the pulsing
of a blue stream
till the ache lead
to a red pool
where the vein broke
and a lie bled
love

now your lips pursed
in the orchard
under moonlight
with an arm stretched
for a branch
with a ripe, white
plum

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Wand (my friend Vid always calls this my Vajrayana song. which makes sense cuz it's about my wife, who's a Vajrayana Dakini girl)

i've been breathing
a volcano
in the basement
of my navel

i stuck my straw into the sun
and sucked some light into my lungs
love made a wick out of my tongue

the kiss of death
put daisies on my breath

pain
pain is a puzzle
one look and i saw double
fear
fear is a riddle
that made my bones brittle
love
love is a wand
one wave
and riddle's gone

what i feel is
flowers pushing
through the tissue
of my torso

she dropped some seed
into my wound
step up
my chest is gonna bloom
wish you'd get a whif
of this perfume

and meet the wife
that brought me back to life

(chorus)

i fight it
and i fight
but it never fails
that my eyelids
are the hardest veils
took a hand
to slap my face
put me back in touch
with grace

(chorus)

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twisted mystery (as Julio Iglasias would say, to all the girls i've loved before....)

are you gonna role your eyes at me?
i guess that's what stings
cuz i only came to help
myself
to everything

do you wanna take a shot at me?
well, you'll have to hit yourself
cuz i'm hiding in your head
and i'm having fun in hell

you could make a chain around the world
if you gathered up the girls

with a bruise in the shape of my personality
a scar from the barbs in the jagged fallacy
a crude little letch that is trapped inside of me
it's a twisted mystery

a forced apology
married to a melody
makes "sorry" sound so sweet
and easy to repeat

i'm sorry, can't you tell?
no neither can i
or anybody else
and it makes me wanna cry

maybe i would if i knew how
but i'm busy drinking now

with a bruise in the shape of my personality
a scar from the barbs in the jagged fallacy
a crude little letch that is trapped inside of me
it's a twisted mystery