Love is pain

I tweeted about love today.  I've been gone awhile...moving, happy...but love is pain, neither good nor bad but pain of emotions surging in my heart.  Love isn't all smooth as glass, deceptively transparent.  Love is broken glass to get to the other side.  If you shine silver it becomes clear, like a mirror.  Can I get to the other side?  So clear I can disappear, become a reflection, invisible.

I had a dream of Kurt Cobain last night.  He showed me what to do, he explained so easily...He's another sun in Pisces, full of sacrifice, wisdom of all astrological signs combined.  Pisces men, beautiful skin, smooth as glass... a liquid quiet surface, transparent vision. I met him on another level, another plane like he sang about...I'm on a plane.  I met him in my dream.

David Gilmour, I want to meet him...on a plane, any level - he's here on this level - do I have to wait?  Earls Court last night...Earls Court is going down, the wrecking ball.  Is nothing sacred?

New look, revised book now at Swoon Reads

Hey Clones - well, Lady Gaga calls her fans "my little monsters" so I thought I would say what I thought!  The reason I say "Clones" is because I'm finding all the bestsellers, talking about books, are dystopian gross nightmares of a devilish world...and young people are buying into this terrible myth.  No wonder we're seeing so many suicides and so much depression.  It doesn't have to be that way.  Steer this ship around!  Dystopian books are not necessary.  A dystopian society is not real.  Don't eat it up...they want your souls, little Clones.

I won't even give in and say "not that there's anything wrong with that" because there's something severely wrong if we are following authors who lead us on a path of destruction and hopelessness.  Severely wrong...and the main reason authors write this way is...drum roll...MONEY.  Publishers and editors tell us to write these gross stories of despair because, well, everyone else does it...and it seems to work...and kids buy it.

I try to stick to my goals and show some integrity but that's not the main reason I wrote this book.  I want to help...Earth, animals, people...and the way to help is through love.  Also I have something to show the little Clones...there IS another way to exist.  To survive, we have to look at all the signs and omens around us and in Star Water - Part 1 - Silver Rain  I show you how to look for these signals.

I uploaded the new revised version of Star Water Part 1 at Swoon Reads   If you don't want to look, I don't care, continue to be a crowd follower.  I don't care about money or if my book sells.  Suit yourself.  If you want to see a new way, then read it.

My new revised book - Silver Rain

I'm very pleased and excited to announce the publication of my new e-book at the HarperCollins website, Authonomy, in England!  This is an entirely blissful dream come true...for as you know, readers, I love music, rock bands, especially the classic Brit bands and my book embraces all of these lovely concepts.  As well, the original themes of romantic supernature are here, all within Star Water - Part 1 - Silver Rain  free to you for now and brand new today!

Movie Star Boy - lyrics

I'm prolific ha!  I think it's the heat wave and a specific type of "sun high", which I love...the lazy hazy crazy days of summer.  A song I wrote today - a true story.  I've thought about this boy...where did he go?  These lyrics are influenced by my some of my favorite musicians, Pink Floyd being way up there.  I think the style is all my own - see if you think a song is in here, in the lines.  Happy Birthday Rick Wright, way up there.

As always, no one try to take these lyrics as I will find you with a little help from the Neptune Pink Floyd  forum, thanks.

Movie Star Boy

Movie star boy, movie star boy

Where is the joy?

Out in your yard

Your black and white dog

Standing on guard.

This is your life

Your common-law wife

Is laughing outside

Your daughter turned one

I know you  tried

Movie star boy.

Last summer you sang

With friends at the shore

You had a guitar

Your skin was so tanned

I walked past, you smiled

Angel faced child

Movie star boy, movie star boy.

And now you stand wearing jeans

In your rented yard

Your shiny black hair

Your face worn with care

Should be on the big screen

Should really be seen

So young and ignored

Restless and bored.

Why don’t you just run

To Hollywood town?

This girl brought you down

Your daughter will know

Just send them the dough

I live down the street

I can’t understand

Movie star boy, movie star boy

Why can’t you see

What it means to be free?

Copyright Luvelle Raevan July 2014

We don't know anything

Today I woke up with the feeling of how little we know about our world.  Really we don't know anything.  Think of any topic...like birds flying.  What are they doing and why do all species have different sounds?  Is each frequency, each wavelength part of a huge pattern in the world?  I think so.  What are the seasons about, and why are we here?  We don't know, nobody does.  We can believe and go by our intuition...that's all.  I know love feels good.  Love isn't upsetting and unhealthy - that's not love imo...I don't know what feelings of unhappiness are about - but those feelings are not about love.

I wrote more lyrics at the beach a few days ago.  Actually, Jupiter entered Leo on that day...but I felt like it was Mars.  This one is about someone who existed in an alternate reality and we could not go on.  If I have true love, it's not like this little rhyme I made up in a childlike moment.

Mars Enters Leo

You came to me as I sat

On my throne of sand,

The hottest day ever

In the land.

I could not see your eyes –

The sun was too bright

And besides, they were shaded

And framed just like night.

We talked about nothing

Yet everything was there

Hidden and showing

Like my hat hid my hair

And beach curls blonde

Fell in wet strands around

My listening ears

As I sat on the ground.

But we talked about nothing

I wouldn’t go there

Back to the time

When I really cared.

Blame it on the lion

And the planet of war

Combined together

On a sandy shore.

Copyright Luvelle Raevan 2014

Songs and solar return

Hello, welcome to my new year!  As the title above suggests, astronomy is involved and I just had a birthday a few days ago.  I've joined Neptune Pink Floyd - the newsletter and forum.  Having been a member on various forums throughout the last 12 or more years, I can honestly say so far the Pink Floyd forum members are some of the best fans I've encountered.  They are educated, articulate and most of all - they love the music.

Here's David Gilmour videos from back in the early days.  Oh my lord - he's positively angelic!! Something I'll refrain from saying over at the forum...want to be professional ha!

I wrote two new songs at the beach - copyrighted by me and people out there don't try to use them because I have the Pink Floyd forum to back me...the lyrics are mine!  For DG...Piscean (with moon in Aries same degree as my Aries moon)

The Difference Is Night And Day

Come on sun in your lonely dance,

Come on full moon in my midnight trance –

I want to see my way in the dark

In the light, in the dark, in the light,

In the dark

All in one day – what can I say?

I want to walk with him in the park –

Mix up daydreams with dreams in my sleep

Enter my heart with secrets I keep

Open my mind with probes made of love

I want to see what happens above –

In the light, in the dark, in the light

In the dark

All in one day

All in one day

What can I say?

All in a day.

If we see Venus and lightning strikes –

I can’t tell daydreams from dreams at night

Don’t tell me the difference –

I don’t want to know

My love has to go

Where I want to go

All in one day

What can I say?

What can I say?

Copyright Luvelle Raevan

Wings of Glass

When a slow boat passes

Near metallic shores

And nine seagulls stand

On silver sand

With white feathers blown

In a warm south breeze

That’s where I’ve known

Clear memories.

When sharp sounds drift

On wings of glass

And blue meets blue

And love is new

Through sunglasses

I see your dark shape

And I’m still thinking

Of love we make.

When a sailboat passes

Near glitter shores

And nine seagulls stand

On silver sand.

Copyright Luvelle Raevan

A new song for you!

Happy Canada Day, all you stereotyped plaid shirted, beer swillin' & champagne snobs regarding Canadian literature, we have much to be thankful for...like...er...um...ahem...er...Just joking!  Yes, we have several good things about Canada.  We know how to fight against oil pipelines - but this time let's not cave in to pressures of the East...and I mean the Far East, too. I don't want to think about it.

Instead, here's a new song I wrote this aft at the beach, in between swims.  Most of my inspiration is at the beach in summer.  See if you like it.  My strength is my whimsy.  This one is dedicated to Floyd, and to David's Strat guitars.

  Aliens – Alliance

Come on now sweet sorcerer

Your muses we will not ignore

You climb into my dreams at night –

You know, my angel, that’s all right

You hang around my bed with me –

And tell me ancient history

Of crystal caves

And men of stone

And women kind

I’m not alone.

Come on, love, and tell me more

With that song I so adore

I won’t ask you anything

In case it sounds like just a fling –

Your hold on me is more than life

A thousand times of man and wife

Beaches pale sand

And water waves

I feel you’re here

In countless ways.

You hang around this world with me

And maybe we’re a tragedy

Let’s just play a favourite song

And let them say we don’t belong

I won a pillow on a website

So climb into my dreams  tonight.

Copyright Luvelle Raevan July 2014

And while I'm on the path of self promotion with you in mind....please check the first book in my Star Water series.  Sweet Sorcerer is free, I'm committed and Macmillan is a good company - we can do this!  I'll donate to my environmental and animal rights causes with some of the book series profits - a promise I made to my own God, my creator, alien maybe, sweet sorcerer imo yes!