The Dreamer a Poem by Jeremy Matthews

The fall on the dawn of a mountain, lean over and verify entry. Jeremy is the ebb of the rolling river king that can dance the realization dance of the hidden sun colored moon. Realize the sun of mine eye has spoken the scattered moons dance of the rivers glimmer from within through the eye's to realize I bring the moon ray crown for my heart is a patsy of life in all like the horizons edge in no starting and stopping influx reality will send forever to the moon and return through river shimmer in uncontrolled mirth. The fiery soul weaving river sings a song of transcending birth pattern flames down to earth. Transcend us in an agleam since I can see the sun when the shadow is blind to realize the sky red moods of scattered moon. Might I suggest the days of tomorrows past have since dawned as a new day upon the midnight eye I befall a spring of summer dew flowing  in the furrow of a winter flower of heaven's bliss of summer's mist. Thou has felt my winter abyss so the kiss will never miss a weave or a bend as the skylight fire river never ends to realize the rivers reflection is when family has order within and without social relationships of mankind will be in tune with ebbing fire rapids churning and burning up out and in blessed desire ebbing fire climbing up river reaching for knowing one's self on the mountain. Always the same only different and furthermore reality is true basis as flame depends on its fuel, therefore words must be supported by one's entire conduct as the influence that goes is the wind creating more fire blown from soul welled up ripple words dancing on air words of the river of fire in that of well ridden river pyre of a foundation of the family is the fire below rising from wood below thus I will have sustenance and duration in my way of daydream shadow to throw another log on the fire. Life is desire inspired in fiery soul ripples flowing from the roots wherefore heat creates energy that signifies the wind stirring up the fire issuing forth the moon shadow as flame above and wood below throw another log on the fire. The king's gate of fire is always open as an action to be of silence in burning poet pages of an unquenchable fire drifting desire up-spouting of the well, a story to tell. Here is the wood that serves as nourishment for the spirit likened to the whispering wind echoing on the river within without, see, said, speak about the story set down before thee in your own way to tell my story from the soul fiery dreaming torchbearer. All I ask is that you imagine all in all of me and half of what you give me reach's me in imagination of us all for all that is visible must grow beyond itself to extend the invisible whereto the will of God I accept in humility therefore fate is mine power on my honor. No blame no shame trading dispositions is a losing game carrying of the new up out and in way of life. Once the shadow of the western moon rising tide falls rain remorse is spent releasing me from tension in the moon weave bend of the east. The bucket in the well has golden carrying rings as a result scattering the helpful droplets of sun as the carrying rings may also be made of silver moonbeam spoons just passing through shimmering red starlight to accept invincible light reflecting the sky on the river to have carrying rings for the well bucket and the lamp above the well to guide the scattered moons with such a lamp as the hands of God guiding the river to the soul felt sky at the oceans horizon of no starting and stopping meeting place of heart found spirit when half a word is a moon spade the previous stanzas are that of the well that we shall recognize for its hardness and luster in grit and grace. We shine on the four quarters of none to the great distances to procure our dreams thus I will therefore modest be in nature as is the eyes of God circling through all in all compassionate all knowing and all being God when we light the lamp of the well within without to ever shine the four quarters of none to the great distances so that air goes fire my blessed desire is upon the family well of society like stars are flowing down the mountain, sought the reach, found the feel. Be it in jest or silence thus I will therefore be modest in nature as is the eyes of God beaming carrying rings so that air goes fire my blessed desire is upon the family light within grace in my cauldron that lights all four quarters of none. Orders of the sun, get the dream through for it matters not whether no is said a thousand times or none therefore light your cauldron lamp and scatter the sun for years to come. Why not the dream be you for paragon's not mean to me as it is societies web weaving bucket upturned up and out from within walking words with legs as my people deceive in envy of me. Perhaps their people should see my people and speak within ourselves from the well for they cannot harm me when the handle carrying rings are upheld to bring from societies well the imagination coming back up in soul.

The Body a Poem by Jeremy Matthews

Like an altar to worship, the body is that which sends and receives heaven, the threshold of love as such bestowed upon the offering is the bounty of everything felt to be found predestined surrounding all confound. We are all around in the jewel of the body christened in the fire of the mind by hearts entwined, true loves design. Our body will find by erecting built in waistline radar system or portal homing beacon upon us all love will call the body is the receiver of the wavelength of timelessness from spirit encompassing body meetings.

The Army a Poem by Jeremy Matthews

Each they're own blend on the body of war swarms meeting swarms playing the gambit of the country boiling rage to late to disengage. The armies stiffen the body cadaverous of complexion as side by side, killing breeding killing, a storm meeting a storm. The body convulses, nothing repulses anymore and reason is locked away. Suddenly the body is dead, individuality is no more, all that is, is an army now like a dead body in motion, they march to the end, splattering they're own blend on the body of war.

Sun Mingled River Song Lyrics by Jeremy Matthews

Sun mingled river, sun dancing spirit, dancing with all, within and without when hearts aim to spirit, celestial man and woman as one. Third body we meet within and without, sun mingled, sun dancing spirit within and without, within and without when hearts aim to spirit dancing with all. (solo) Slice I the valley open door armament cresting mountain armored threads afar the shores river winding ebb of thrusting currents into the armor, piercing insecurity she is my sign of flesh attribution from above double in heart below in anybody a truly modest union low and high bringing happiness and blessings in a sweet nectar of Goddess for in us all their is a world union warrior. All these people they meet, all these people what presence they seem ever what presence they seem, ever what presence they be. All these people come around, come around silent wind current silhouettes rip roaring goodwill discerning, balance world overture with a universal rhythm, sounds caressing ears, thoughts of golden grace. Our ears should riff to hear, songs of summer grace. All things be beautiful in sounds reflecting, thoughts of grace. The rhythm is movement in and out and all about the heavens, the heavens to man. The ears shall rift to hear, all things beautiful in the song of sound, pulling out all the stops. All be peace in all we fight for one and all in all in all. Their is no anger to be all of end all, death is inconsequential and of its own accord so be all in all so far over the line we never left, what is death but a passing minute, how things come to be when one recedes the other impedes a dark in a light and vice a verso where others see death and decay I see renewal. Perception is reality, me we all are we to be, it's another to each their own. It's time to rise up, make a difference and take a stand, one and all be at peace with all, their is no end all to be an end all of anger in end all so be at peace. Learn to face your own anger, tame your own anger, why shed the anger and run away in fear, accept your own fate share with one and all.

The River Dream Movie Press Notes

This is the first movie of its kind. A new wonder in the sunlight of the world enlightening a new creation myth of a new sport called River Boarding in the soul connection of a dream flowing where the river flows the story goes through the creative vision of a river ruler king to prosper the people by the keeping of the balance between nature and man with an upstanding style gracing the shimmering echo of the river yet rising up river while standing bold like a mountain to part the clouds to bring the rains for the suns ripening of the harvest sprouting as if the dream were a seed that will grow into a shared harvest between a man and the people balancing our aggression with an up river charge in a sport for peace to prosper in between the two shores what provides for and connects us in the flowing of the dream through the river we rise up like the sun in the mourning of a new day to shine on our dreams.

Stepping Giant Song Lyrics by Jeremy Matthews

Out there he was, a man and his board by the river came he. Stepping giant walking tall, fit to hear the call. Comes back to one and all doling out all of his bits and pieces (repeat) Try walking in these foot steps. There is a time when the giant wakes up from his dream, black into white, placid white rise up stirring, turning nightmare to dream. Death of body into dream, a pathway future seen, sublimate the body's work for the future generations, a pathway future seen. (solo) Out there he was, a man and his board by the river came he into the dream gathering up the steam soaring of the river of the dream through and through the light within. The humble destined calling of the king (solo) Keeper in the shadow where he's laid to rest. Keep the oath, key to light on earth from the river fire spinning wheel turning dream to real, doling out all of his bits and pieces (repeat) Calling for timeless rhyme in the nameless forces of time flowing out endless time in the nameless forces of time in the nameless forces of time. Stepping giant walking tall fit to hear the call, comes back to to one and all doling out all of his bits and pieces (repeat) Walking tall in the nameless forces of time calling for timeless rhyme in nameless forces of time. Sublimate the bodies work in the dream of nameless forces of time. (solo) Ah head check, we are all in the same place with the ground under our feet, with the ground under our feet. Stepping giant walking tall, flows his river like he goes to earth from the river fire spinning wheel, turning dream to real (solo) Out there he was, a man and his board by the river came he, into the the dream gathering up the steam soaring of the river of the dream through the light within. The humble destined calling of the king in the nameless forces of time calling for timeless rhyme in the nameless forces of time.

Spring a Poem by Jeremy Matthews

Seeds of wind, new life at full sail mast. The swan boat to the gentle brink, keeper of the impasse of the may of rose lips gently meeting breath. Each breath wishing for meeting of each others wind-flow in spring-tide birds eye viewing rushing over the cold winter to see our breath meet and kiss the warmth of pure giving new the light within has now passed through to shine a new life like the Cyclamen blooming in spring. The star in every apple has dawned new loves bloom like a swan boat made of apple blossoms carrying the soul to the spirit through the heart in a kiss.