Bricks

We were forced by Pharoah to bake bricks in the sun...tirelessly laboring to build a kingdom that we or our children would share no part in...Pharoah set his throne above the heavens and proclaimed his "Law" the word of "God" and claimed that the word came before Life...His words are meaningless...he speaks of heaven but he knows nothing of the heavens...we, the slaves, laugh at this ignorant man who claims the devine authority of a supreme being because we know that everything, including the bricks his empire is made of, came from the sun...and to the sun all things will return.The age of Aquarius is nigh, the revenge of the water boy...he will overturn the tables of the money changers...Death and Life are not in the power of the tongue but in the Sun and the water.

confessions of a sun worshipper

i don't understand society...it doesn't make any sense to me...so i live on the fringes of it...creating circles inside these oh so many squares...breathing chaos into this life-less, mechanical order...i need something more...Freedom...my time is my only possession and i choose to spend it in the way i wish...i will surrender control over my time to no one...for any price...my hands are connected to my heart...they are an extension of my very soul...my hands are a medium between the scource of all that is and the manifestation of creation...I will not allow my hands to be shackled by any man...they are sanctified...pure vessels to carry out the highest expressions of my soul...I will not labor to build a false kingdom that does not resonate with my soul...I refuse to be a slave...the slaves have built their own prisons and isolated themselves from the scource...fettered hands once had power...they were co-hearsed by their lower passions to bake bricks in the sun and now they are trapped behind steel bars and cold walls...seperated from the scource...stripped of their dignity.

Refugees

Refugees...stripped of all but our dignity we escape into the hills and forests seeking peace and solace in the bosom of the earth...Searching for signs of life...Groping thru the cold, lifeless remains of humanity digested by the Beast. Homeless and dispossessed...longing for the promised land...We have forsaken the mark. Driven underground by the oppression of a maniacle society of pain...retreating from the towns where we have been reduced to scavengers, beggars, and theives...but alast, society will make slaves of us yet...they pull over our caravans, invade our camps, scatter our sacred circles, confiscating our sacrements, our sacred medicine...bringing weapons of war into our circles of peace, invading our churches and taking our brothers and sisters by force into captivity...they scour the hills, blazing wide trails thru the forests...they poison our water and set fire to our crops...they have no respect for our sactuary...no reverence for the earth...their time will come...they are a cursed people...the earth will swallow them whole and spit our their bones...their empires will crumble...their kingdoms will fall...the meek will inherit the earth...even thru the concrete and asphalt that they have built their kingdoms upon...i hear the blood of my people crying from the ground...forgivness is such an easy word to say.

Why?

Perceptions of reality...Illusions of the mind...words of oracles and prophets enchanted all mankind...young men seeing visions...old men dreaming dreams...the curtain has been re-woven...mended at the seams...the slaves rebuilt the temples from the ruins of the old...no one asked the reason Why...they just did what they were told...in the end it is only we to blame...who am i to ask the reason why? but i ask it just the same...Why?