Lemur Messiah

"I have come to emancipate the incompasitated lemurs, lost in an illusatory labrinth of the vast underpinnings of metalic infrastructures created by a plethera of arbitrary authorities combining their collective energies to engage in a manicacle conspiracy to obliterate the consciousness of the masses and establish an omnipresent religeo-political system of injustice and unrestrained capital gain on the part of the few and privilaged bourgeois at the expense of the mass population in it's entirety."

Stranded Soldier.

There was a one-legged man with a gas can and crutches walking on the side of the road in the rain. I pulled over and gave him a lift hoping that he wasn't insane. His arms were covered were covered in road rash, and prison tattoos faded by the sun, his back was hunched from years of packing a duffel bag that weighed a ton. He had two fingers over his adams' apple and his thank you was more like a wheeze, he had a hole in his throat, he'd been shot thru the neck and he whistled ever time that he breathed. I bought him some gas at the 7-11 and I brought him back to his van, and i asked where he was headed and he said I'm headed to the promised land.

with nothing but a dream.

A man is born into the world naked and helpless with nothing but a dream, a glimpse of who he is, a shadow of what he is to become. As his life progresses his dream is buried, gradually beneath the weight of the world. If he is weak, his dream is crushed beneath the load and he is forced to stumble into the mold. If he is strong, he learns to throw off the weight and strip away the fetters that bind him, often leaving him again, naked and helpless with nothing in his hands, grasping his dream and never letting go. Deep down, we are all naked babies with nothing but a dream.

Kindergarden Bully.

It was 1989 and I was having a rough time. Every day at recess I was chased down and beaten up by a bully named Duran Mclin and his gang of goons, and we had recess twice a day. I remember despondently complaining about my daily beatings to my parents over supper...I'll never forget my father saying to me "Son, next time he comes up to you, you tell him that your dad said to punch you in the nose." and he held up his fist in front of his face and he shook it. A wave of courage and delight swept over me, chills ran up and down my spine. I could not wait to go to school the next day. I had a brand new attitude. I had been given permission.
Sure enough, at first recess, I was surrounded by his goons. I didn't run this time. I stood my ground with my fists clenched at my sides as Duran Mclin sauntered his way thru his gang and walked up to face me. I punched him in the nose as hard as I could. He limped away with blood running down his face, holding his nose, with a henchman on each side of him and the rest of the gang bringing up the rear as the procession made their way to the teachers' to tattle-tale. I felt like a million bucks standing on the punish wall.

Blood on the Street.

Blood on the street..words to a story left untold...spilled paint on an empty canvas...art that will never be sold...Blood on the side-walk...shimmering in the streetlight...turns to rust beneath the sun...cold rain washes it out of sight. Blood on the street.

Ms. Elmira

I took a walk just the other day. I saw my neighbor, Ms. Elmira, along the way. She was walking her dog, his name is Spot. It's kinda funny cuz Spot's a Rot. She swears up and down she saw Elvis at circle K. She reads the Enquirer and watches Oprah every day. She ain't got much money cuz she's a sucker for a deal. She's keeps a prayer cloth under her pillow and she thinks pro. wrestling is for real. She's Ms. Elmira.

The Devil you created.

You've created your own gods and devils. You have divided the land and exiled your brothers into the barren desert to be eaten by vultures. You have destroyed their cities and plundered their villages. You have killed their women and children in the name of your god. The day of Judgment is at hand. The blood of the slain cry's out from the ground. The oppressed have united against you. Action to reaction, the pendulum swings. You have cast the arch-angel from heaven, You have banished Adam from the garden. You exiled Hagar and Ishmael into the wasteland. You have claimed possession over that which you have no right to possess. You have dug your own grave, created your own devil, and made your bed in hell. They have established their own kingdom and created their own god. Their god as well requires blood for the remission of sins. Vengeance is the lords. They write their own book. They have their own commandments and prophecies...the red letter edition...the warrior prophets inscribe their letters with the blood of their oppressors. They spell RESTITUTION. You may run but you can't hide. Your sins will find you out. The law of restitution will not be thwarted by your false authorities. Justice will prevail and you will pay for your sins. You will reap what you have sown. God requires blood for the remission of sins. 

James Dean.

I wear my heart on my sleeve, just like James Dean...A box of lucky strikes and a book of matches. I wear my heart on my sleeve, just like James Dean...I ain't got nowhere else to put it. Maybe someday, someday I'll fly away, but today I think I'll stay underneath this golden sun. I'm gonna roam these streets with my guitar and my dirty knees cuz I still got a song to play.

Prayer to a Goddess.

Please allow me to Love you. I am willing and able. Everything that I have, I bring to your table. Please take my hand as I make my stand. For the right woman I'll be a good man. Love me True. Treat me right. I will worship you every day and night. My Goddess my queen of my life and my dreams, You are the one for whom my soul sings. You fill my heart with a burning desire. You are the spark that sets my soul on fire.

The moment is Now.

Pulling in...creating a space for myself...Solitude...Reflection...Taking time in the moment to remember the cycle of history that has led me to this very moment. This moment of NOW is a mark on the arc of a circle...I am suspended between the past and the future..HERE is the spot on the sphere. I am here and now. This is where the universe has led me and this is where I shall be until the cosmos urges me elsewhere. To BE in the present is to see the whole sphere...the entire circle represented in a micro-cosmical caricature which is this present moment of NOW. This moment contains both the past and the future in the present. The past does not exist as the past anymore. It has been encompassed in this moment. The remnants remain in a different form. The temple has been rebuilt from the ruins of the old. The future has not yet been written.

Lady Shiva.

I looked into her eyes and by god there where three. One was in the middle of her forehead staring at me. Peering thru the smoke she told me of her dreams. She had lived over 2000 years, had a one night stand with Jesus Christ, whispering sweet nothings in his ear. She seduced siddartha sitting under the Lotus tree. She fed him enlightenment in increments...inhale...exhale...he ate of the tree of knowledge with his head between her thighs as she moaned in extasy seeing visions simultaniously, shouting blessings and curses vehemently as she evaporated into the sun again penetrating thru the atmosphere in her acsencion, coming back again as precipitation to water the lilies of the field and the tongues of the damned and the birds and the bees spread her seeds throughout the land as she pulled in the tide with a wave of her hand. The sun and the moon...Brahma, Shiva, and Vishnu...Death, Life, and Rebirth, and the cycle continues...the temple is destroyed and rebuilt from the ruins... You should put a bandanna over that so as not to freak people out I told her, and she told me of a dream she dreamt last week...she woke up dead on the kitchen floor with a slice of pizza stuck to the side of her face...remembering her life as if it was a dream someone had dreamt sometime so long ago.

As I wish upon the sun...

Shapes shifting. Form and substance dissipate as Light and Shadows dance...intermingling of elements and energy...bodies clashing together in the night...dualities melt into a single entity...creation and destruction simultainiously...cycles rotate endlessly...death...rebirth...evaporation...precipitation...forces, centripedial and centrifugal swirling like the wind... the wheel of life spins...over and over again...Gyrations around the alpha the omega the beginning and the end...giver of all life, the origin of energy, matter and spirit...Brahma, Shiva and Vishnu...All the stars orbit around the ONE...As I wish upon the SUN.

Can anybody hear me?

Im an anomolie, a dark gypsy, spitting venom vehemently, raging against complacency, fighting against apathy, rejecting authority and all forms of conformity. I'm a mis-fit rising against this bull-shit religion and politics and it's making me sick. I'm a poet, a prophet and a zopilote and I'm tired and weary...looking for a home, it's getting intense in this dome, the empires starting to crumble like rome, as i roam aimlessly...can anybody hear me?

Brahma, Shiva and Vishnu.

Life is a trinity of birth, a spark of life; the dance of light and energy; and the destruction of war and death. There is a Diety in India that is simultainiously the gods of Love, Dance, and War. It is their humble admission that struggle is a part of life. Their ideology unites Love and War with the dance of life in a terrible and beautiful dichotomy of the dual nature of the cosmos...aknowledging both the light and the dark at once.
It seems contrary to speak of Love and War in the same sentence but there are 2 sides to every quarter and sometimes peace can only be found on the other side of war. Peace is a state of being but sometimes freedom has to be taken by force. To be caught in a wheel of struggle is not freedom, but struggle is a speedily exhaustable means to an end.

Restitution.

Restitution is a law of the universe. Every action has an equal and opposite reaction. Every natural law of the cosmos has as it's aim the state of Order and Balance. Restitution differs from mere retaliation in that it's principle purpose, like every other natural law of the cosmos, is to restore order and balance. Restitution has an element of justice that transcends the basic idea of an eye for an eye. Restitution differs from mere vengence, or blind retaliation in that it is a speedily exhaustable means to an end. the end being a restoration of balance and equilibrium.
The Laws of Nature must be respected and its ways must be carried out unfettered and unmolested. When the "laws" of society attempt to disrupt the flow of the Law of Nature Chaos is the result. Chaos is the product of the Law of Nature being thwarted by false authorities. When "law" interferes with LAW, and "order" disrupts ORDER, Chaos and Dis-order are the results.

Zopilote at the Cross-roads.

Zopilote at the cross-roads what a great life you have. You soar above it all into the sky. You float above the clouds and you look down on the world, thru the illusions you break thru to the other side. You read the stars as one constellation and trace the path of your destiny.

Power concedes nothing without demands and we will draw a line in the sand and defend it with blood on our hands because everybody's fighting for the promised land. Tribes and Nations from the beginning to the end we will ascend to the ONE again and return to the earth and water the seeds so that our sons and our daughters can live in peace.

The line of Defence.

It seems that when we think for ourselves we end up alone one the street, muttering to ourselves in a dark corner...or maybe that's just me. From childhood we are programed to think a certain way, to act a certain way, to look a certain way. Anyone who is not living according to the way that society dictates will soon find a law passed to control their behavior. There are people being incarcerated for asking someone for a quarter or smoking a joint. The world is not fair. It is what it is, and as it is so be it...Right? Accept the way the world turns and fall in line or stick a shot-gun in your mouth and pull the trigger...Right? OR, there is this crazy notion...REVOLUTION!
Truth is we have the power to change the world! We can, we must, and we ought. Every man has his moment of truth where he puts his foot down, draws a line in the sand and defends that line with his very life. Every man must draw his own lines, write his own laws, and live his own life. A man lives by the word he writes and sometimes he dies by the words he writes. The warrior prophets wrote their letters in the blood of their oppressors. They spell FREEDOM!

The problem of Power.

It seems to be the intrensic nature of man to exert his will over his immediate surroundings, attempting to dominate the earth, subjecting his outward environment to suit his inner-most needs and desires. Archetecture, cultivation, husbandry, and technology are examples of his enterprise. Man possesses the power to carve and sculpt the landscape to serve his purposes. Modern society has seen this phenomenon at its most maniacle of ends.
Mans' addiction to domination is a violent reaction to a hopeless and overwhelming feeling of powerlessness. Mans' quest for everlasting life, the pursuit of status, wealth, power, and the protection against the fragility of his mortality lays waste to the land and leaves the dead scattered. The lust for power and control is always rooted in fear.
Fear is the illusion of powerlessness. Letting go of our fear and the desire to dominate,the need to control and manipulate, sets us free to realize our own inner power. When we learn to channel our energy effectively we can involve ourselves directly in the the flow of nature instead of struggling against it. Instead of drowning ourselves in fear we can rise above it, riding the wave of consciousness and freedom we follow a path that may seem predestined by some outside force but in actuality this force is both within and without.
With the awareness of this flow comes a new perspective on reality itself and what our role is in the universe.
Every step is in it-self important, every glance, every chance encounter is significant. Every moment becomes sacred.
There is no fear in the flow. There is no submission to any outside authority or "higher power" involved in the flow. There is only an awareness of unity with all that is and an acknowlegement of free will. The awareness of these two vital truths unlock the potential for limitless possibilities. Power comes thru knowing.

Growing out of Babylon.

The babylonian lifestyle is a network of codependant relationships, most of which we never signed up for in the first place. Within this environment we are forced into these soul sucking circumstances by our human needs and desires. To be free is to be liberated from these encombersome obligations and intruding relationships, to be financially independant in one way or another.Money is a tool that can buy a certain amount of freedom but Money itself is a codependant entity and comes with it's own strings attached. The whole concept of currency is usurious and enslaving. Self-Sufficiancy, to be in control of the production of sustaining goods,living simply and closer to the land,off the grid, hunter-gatherer/agriculteral existance outside of babylon... or as a scavenger, beggar or theif...in the world but not of it... are alternatives to the imposed slavery of society. Evolving out of the babylon paradym is easier said than done.

Basic Babylon Survival Skills.

Don't let a mexican walk away with your honey. Don't let a nigga walk away with your money. And don't ever let a bitch walk away with your heart.

True Love.

True Love has no laws, it makes no demands, it keeps no record of wrongs, it requires no sacrifice. It is itself a sacrifice, a stripping away of the ego along with all of it's fears and insecurities. It tells no lies. It always sings the truth in its song. Only Love will set us Free...nothing in between you and me. Love is forever. It needs nothing. It stands, naked and vulnerable, real beyond any need to justify itself or prove its authenticity. It stands alone, without judgement, without conditions,

Higher Power.

Faith in a higher power has the added benifit of having access to that power. Faith enables an individual the power to be a part of something bigger than themselves. Belief in a creator provides the opportunity to co-create with the creator. Faith and Power go hand in hand. Power requires faith to unlock its potential. Faith is the knowledge of the Truth that comes with the ability to see thru the illusions. It is Awareness. To see clearly, face to face, rather than thru the obscure darkness of the devils in between us. I am one with all that is. Awareness is the knowledge of ONE, the alpha and omega, the beginning and the end, the substance and the void, the light and the shadows, the devil and jesus.

Zopilote.

Vivo como un zopilote en Norte Americana, living like a tramp out in the cold. I just want you close to me, I want to be right by your side, so I'm southbound to where the cocaine grows.

I Trusted You...

I gave you my heart and watched you walk away in the dark...I want to touch you. I feel so alone, I've got my ear to the phone, and i'm calling out your name...can you hear me? can you hear me calling out your name? You walked away from me, cradling my heart in your hands. I see you...thru the panes of the windows of my soul and I just want to reach out and touch you. So I stand, with my face pressed to the glass and I call out your name. Can you hear me? I feel so all alone, a dark gypsy without a home, can you hear me calling out your name?

Still Alive.

Its raining and it's cold, I'm tired of doing what I'm told, I feel like I've been bought and sold...but I'm still Alive.

Pigs with sticks.

It is a world of illusions, is this the final spin? searching for something real beneath a veneer of plastic skin. Trapped in a wax museum where I am chased around by pigs with sticks that want to catch me and throw me into a mental institution...apparently i didn't pay the fee at the door. I never signed up for this and i never asked to be here in the first place! I tell one of them that has me pinned in a corner. He askes for my I.D. and if I am branded by the mark of the beast. I laugh as the curtain closes...and his face melts into a puddle on the floor.

Personal Salvation.

Every man must seek out his own salvation with fear and trembling. Regardless of outside influence every man must give an account of his actions and condemn or justify his own behaviour. We all must pay for our own sins. If I Justify myself I will be justified. If I condemn myself, I will be condemned. No man can judge me but IamI. I will stand before no man to be judged for my deeds. I will seek out my own salvation with fear and trembling. It is the responsibility of every man to determine what is right and what is wrong. Justice is the right and responsibility of every man. He must pay for his own sins. He must decide for himself the right way to live. In the end, every man must stand before himself to be judged. He justifies or condemnes himself.

Fuck Jesus.

Dissallusioned by a society based on faith in money, power, and status; a refugee, escaping the tyranny of a state driven only by corporate concerns and motivations, I wander...Alone and unnoticed, traveling the high-ways and by-ways of a nation that has been over-run and over-developed by maniacle, greedy bastards with no concience or respect for anything but money and power, and no reverance for the earth. They see the globe as a giant network of corporations and nations competing over control of land and rescources, enslaving the population to serve it's ends. I, for one, do not subscribe to this systematic raping of the land. I have no respect for their destructive agendas and one way or another, I am ready for a change of scenery. I have roamed and rambled in circles on the grid of interstates living off the excess waste of maniacle consumerism as a scavenger, a beggar and a theif. I have renounced money and status, and spat in the face of power. I have escaped into the forests and hills only to be harrassed and scandelized as a rebel and a dissenter...Allegations of which I offer no apologies and no defense. I have beeen persecuted and jailed, violated and dis-respected, and I am angry. Jesus, you said you would come back and take me to paradise, how long will you tarry? I see only one set of footprints in the sand but I ain't never been carried. I've felt every mile and I'm tired. You said the meek will inherit the earth...WHEN?? Fuck you and your self-rightous revery, in you I no longer believe. I renounce you along with your cross and this flag. I will bow to no god nor serve any masters.

Hotel Lobby Bar.

The band played Sweet Mellissa and the waitress smiled her plastic grin. "Would you like another?" "No thankyou I believe I'm fine, I've gotta go after this one." The song is over and the band is packing up...I guess they were feeling the same. This bar is so lame. Caution- surface may be hot, says the little placard on the fake ass fireplace behind a plate-glass window. What am I doing here? I guess I just wanted to hear Sweet Mellissa. Feeling dead. Tired of all the fake fireplaces, plate-glass windows, and plastic grins, not to mention the 4 dollar budweisers. What am I doing here? Just killing time, or maybe time is killing me. I gotta get out of here. I guess I'll finish my beer. 4 dollar bud and a dollar tip...coulda bought a fuckin 6-pack.

Modern Day Siddartha.

He just sat there in the rain, not feeling any pain, like a modern day Siddartha. Suffering thru the numbness of a caracturized reality, once upon a time laden with warmth and affection...now, cold and vacant he stares into the obscure mist with a needle in his arm. Gone. To gone to feel, to breathe...the pain of consciousness too much for him to bear...needing nothing, wanting even less...Nirvana. Nothingness. A needle, a syringe and tourquinet...Buddha, Jesus, and the Devil.

Nonsense.

I got this sensation in my bones, i see so many tones, in the sounds of all the colors in the air. I don't know what I mean, I can't tell you what I've seen, but theres something going on beneath the snow. I'm speaking in tongues and seeing visions, my eyes roll back inside my head, sometimes I think I'm dying, maybe i'm already dead. Maybe i'm sinking or maybe i'm flying, i can't remember what she said, i got an angel or demon kicking around inside my head.

Crazy

She's crazy, crazy, crazy about me. I gotta wonder...what does she see? Sometimes I don't feel like half the man I used to be but she's so crazy, crazy, crazy about me. When I'm with her all I know is that I love her so. I'm so crazy, crazy, crazy about this girl. When I'm feeling down all I gotta do is think about her. When my smiles' upside down she just turns it around. she's so crazy, crazy, crazy about me. When I'm with her I feel free, she makes me the man I ought to be. I'm so crazy, crazy, crazy about this girl.

You don't see that everyday.

a has-been rockstar was telling me his story with tears in his eyes...
an old world war 2 motorcycle rode by...olive green...a man and his dog...The dog was in the side-car...wearing matching googles and the same intent expression...you don't see that everyday...he said as his eyes came back to the present moment...I could see them in my minds eye...the bike idling at a red light...man and dog looking each other in the eye...the dog panting, the man winking... and simultaneously they take a glance around the traffic...just to see who thinks they look cool.

Cain and Abel.

He worships success and money and prostrates himself before power...I worship none but liberty and I bow to no man. Everything he touches turns to silver and gold, and still he looks at me...alive and free...with envy and jealousy...like cain and abel. From two different worlds, coexisting on the same plane of existence...fallen angels...beings of shadows and light...lost children...searching for our home. Walk with me my brother...the garden awaits.

Beware of the Shephard.

I feel like i've somehow broke thru to the other side...crashing thru a brick wall and realized that it was just an illusion...it exists only in the minds of the legions..to break thru to the other side is to destroy the illusion...there is a time to create and a time to destroy...the temple is torn down only to be rebuilt again from the ruins...The slaves crave the direction of the shephard...they are blind sheep...fattened lambs led to the slaughter...drained of their blood that is spilled on the horns of the alter and their quarters divided among the priests...Evil shephards always call out "Beware, there is a lion in the path!" They use fear and manipulation to capture, imprison, and enslave my people.

A gurilla's farewell.

Your name will echo to the heavens on the wings of my last breath...may freedom ring forever in your ears...May the sun shine on your shoulders and the love light in your eyes always be there to dry away your tears.

Katrina

She was a voodoo woman from New Orleans; he was a burnt-out hippie from Nashville, Tennessee. They met on a Friday night in Jackson Square. He’d been busking on Royal and he needed a light, she had a candle and she was such a sight, behind her Tarot card table and her card-board sign. She read him his fortune and he sang her a song, they stayed out all night long on the bank of the river sipping some home-made wine. Singing Blow, Blow Hurricane, bring on your wind and bring on your rain. Ain’t you gonna put up more of a fight. Blow, Blow hurricane I’m walking against the wind and I can’t feel no pain cuz I’m holding on to something real tonight. Well the floods came up as the rain poured down, they held each other close and there was chaos all around and when the sun came up they were holding each other tight. Singing blow, blow, hurricane bring on your wind and bring on your rain. Ain’t you gonna put up more of a fight? Blow, blow, hurricane I’m walking against the wind and I can’t feel no pain cuz I’m holding on to something real tonight.

Me and the Road and Mary-Jane.

I’m hitching out of this town tomorrow
Today I’m gonna get stoned in the sun
And drink the last ounce of my sorrow
Cuz I’m a lonely gypsy on the run
I’ve wandered 40 years in the desert
Paddled round in circles in the swamp
Travelled a thousand dusty, lonely, highways
Searching for a place to call my home
I’ve sailed across the ocean
Chased the sun to where it sets
And I’ve seen the dark side of the moon
I’ve rode the rails and walked the trails and slept beneath the stars
And danced with the needle and the spoon
I’ve been searching high and low girl
From the Carolinas to the Frisco Bay
Searching for that garden that somehow was lost along the way
I don’t know where I’m headed
I’m searching for a long lost paradise
But I see the road to heaven
Every time I look into your eyes
I’ve sailed across the ocean
Chased the sun to where it sets
And I’ve seen the dark side of the moon
I’ve rode the rails and walked the trails
And slept beneath the stars
I’ve danced with the needle and the spoon
Won’t you come with me tomorrow
I’m travelling towards the promised land
I’m leaving Babylon
Far across this desert sand
I can promise you a home girl
In my arms underneath the stars
They say there’s mansions up in glory
But I don’t think that heaven’s very far
I can promise you the world girl
I’ll take you on a magic carpet ride
They say the time we have is borrowed
Baby I want you by my side
You know I can’t stay here with you girl
The high-ways and the by-ways call my name
So won’t you come with me tomorrow
Join me and the road and mary jane

Soldiers Song

A soldier falls today, who will sing his song? His carriage waits beside the sea, would you care to come along? A child cries today who will dry her tears? Who will sing a lullaby to wash away her fears? A blind man stumbles today who will be his guide? Who will take him by the hand and humbly be his guide? Awaken from your slumber it’s time to make your stand time slips through our finger like tiny grains of sand, footprints on the shore, guide my way back home, I must haste before they’re washed by salty foam. Tears fall like rain to the sea from the sky, the carriage now awaits for tomorrow we will die. I lift my hands up high as the black cloud hides the sun. Tears falling from the sky land on everyone. Awaken from your slumber, it’s time to make amends, the flood waters are drowning humanity for her sins then I heard a voice calling from the shore Peace, be still he said and the rain ceased to pour.

Evaporation

Learning to breath again
Feeling myself beneath flesh and skin
Healing waves wash over me
Rays of light set my soul free
Evaporation
I’m gonna fly into the sun
I’m making wings of wax and feathers
And my life has just begun
Evaporation
I’m gonna soar over the sea
One way or another I’m dying to be free
Evaporation
I’ve never been here before
I climb the stairs and walk thru the door
Gentle breeze carry me away
I’ve got nothing more to say
Evaporation

Somewhere in btwn. the devil and Jesus

No tengo secretos
No hablo matidas.
I'm somewhere in between
the devil and Jesus.
I'm a ghost and I'm a believer
deep in my bones I've got this fever.

Mother Mary won't you please
come down here and rescue me
from your grace I've fallen.
Pacha Mamma y Pappa Sol
I feel I have lost control
catch me now I'm falling

Tears and smiles
Lagrimas y Sonrisas
Solo el Amor nos hace libres
yo soy un poeta, yo soy un gitano
mi pluma es mi espada
y yo soy un soldado

Rain Hat

Co-write with Joel (he wrote most of the lyrics...I just filled in some gaps and added a verse and put it to music.)

Get your rain hat on baby
cuz it's fixin to storm
Get your rain hat on baby
lets make a run thru the corn

The wind will whip
and the clouds will swell
and you're gonna wish
that you were in hell
so climb that tower
and ring that bell
cuz it's gonna storm

Get your tobacco cuz you're gonna need it
we've got a lot of walkin to do
Grab your jacket and don't forget your matches
and you had better tie your shoes

We'll go down to the water
and we'll make our bed
the waves will crash
and they will fill your head
we can't stay here
or you're gonna wish you were dead
we gotta go.

Get your rain hat on baby
cuz it's gonna storm
Get your rain hat on baby
let's make a run thru the corn.

The prophet said that a hard rain's gonna fall
The temple is crumbling
and it's gonna kill us all
There's a crack in the cieling
so meet me in the hall
cuz we gotta go.

I'm gonna live.

Moving westbound down the highway
got a good woman right beside me
the sun-rise in my rearview
I'm living right

I'm gonna live
until the day that i die
I'm gonna give away
everything but my pride
I'm gonna stand on top of a mountain
with my head held high
I'm gonna live until I die.

I Adore you.

Te Adoro
I saw you in my dream last night
you were smiling in the sun
I wonder if you're thinking of me
baby, you're the only one.

may the sun shine forever
may the moonlight never fade
may we always be together
forever and a day
may the tide always carry
the waves to the shore
and may the stars in the night sky
shine forever more.

I adore you
te adoro

Flower of the desert
glistening with the dew
at the witching hour
I arise to worship you

What I do for a living.

what do i do for a living? ...i Don't...i don't DO for a living...i LIVE and i DO whatever the fuck i want...i DO NOT support the fascist war machine and i will not be a slave to this evil, corrupt society...i will not serve their monetary deity and refuse to pay them for my right to exist...i sleep under the stars and feed off the waste from their excessive and compulsive consumerism...i shit in their toilets without buying anything... and i don't flush...i play my guitar on their sidewalks and make children dance and i EAT BAD PEOPLE...

Happy Sunday!

The word of the day is Ai-ee. I heard a bird say something like that this morning out of the window as the sun was coming up. Don't ask me for a definition, I don't know what it means...I guess it's open for interpretation, but I can't say it without smiling so read between the lines;) AI-EE!! ...I think it means Happy Sunday!

War.

War is taking something by force that you have no right to possess. Control is an illusion that must be constantly mantained. War is a self purpetuating virus that feeds on itself, sucking Life into the nothing. Nature is a cycle of giving and recieving. The flow always provides. To take by force is disturb the flow.

The Army of the Nothing.

The army of the nothing, they dig in the ground for shiny metals and they beat them into swords and they cut off the heads of my people. With bloody hands the high priest offers the blood of the slain on the horns of the alter and dines on the choicest cuts of meat. The blameless generation has been slain. The blood of my people people cries out from the ground. The nothing divided the land into nations and the people into tribes...the nothing conquered the land and the seas and bought and sold the silver and gold making bars of steel and bullets and guns and bombs...the nothing set the nations against each other and provided weapons to both sides...instigating and provoking...they live by the sword and will die by the same...swallowed by the nothing.

The Center of the Sun.

Rythyms and circles and cycles
Gyrations of the soul
the orbits of the sun and moon
the tides of the sea
the way your body moves
to the waves of energy
the wind and the water
the earth and the fire
all reaching to the one
the nucleaus of the matter
the heart of the stone
the center of the Sun.

Liza Rose

I left my pen in Liza's purse and she took it down to Mexico...along with my heart. But she holds it so well in the palm of her hand and she sings my blues away. she soothes away my troubles and she soothes my fiery rage. She chases away my demons and she locks them in a cage...and she holds my heart so softly...in the palm of her hand.
she's got angels on the tips of her fingers and a fire in her soul...and when we're apart i feel this deep hole...in my chest...and she's calling me softly, pulling me into her world and that's o.k. by me cuz she's my girl. She knows who I am and she loves me even so...you know, i'm still here but soon i gotta go. I'm heading down south where the cocaine grows. If its the last thing i do i'm bound for Mexico...cuz nothing means more to me than Liza Rose.
Liza Rose
Liza Rose
she took off with my heart
way down south where the cocaine grows
Liza Rose
Liza Rose
She took off with my heart
down to Mexico.

Fredrick Douglas was sippin tea with Susan B. Anthony
i was sittin on a park bench swillin on a 40
thinkin bout Jesus and the Devil and Me...
but mostly...
I was thinking bout Liza Rose
She's got my soul and she's holdin my heart
I never work for the man but I think I'll start
cuz I gotta get my passport and stack up some dough
and there's a war going on I better learn the lingo
cuz i'm heading down south where the cocaine grows
I just wanna be there with Liza Rose.

James Dean

I wear my heart on my sleeve
just like james dean...
a pack of lucky strikes and book of matches...
I just ain't got no other place to put it.

everything that I own fits into a sack
I walk the streets, my guitar on my back
I just ain't got no other place to put it.

I ain't got no place to lay my head...
you can't kill me cuz i'm already dead...
I just ain't found a place to rest my bones.

Temple Divided.

The gods and the devils
the mythologies
the tribes, the nations
the lands and the seas
we're guided and divided
by these dualities
the demons have invaded the forest
and cut down the trees
like a virus
invading the body with disease
raping the land
and polluting the seas
writing their lies
on the pages of once living flesh
parchments of stone that they heave on the heads
of my people.

There is a crack along the cieling in the temple as the pillars shake.
The earth cries out in anger.
Come out of her my people!
The temple is falling down!
The curtain is torn asunder
Remove your shoes and bow down.
you are standing on holy ground
Pacha Mamma y Pappa Sol
the veil is torn
gaze upon the face of your lover
and fear no evil man.

open your hearts and turn on your heads and rage against the dying of the light.
all the rivers flow into one sea. scattered raindrops unite creating one entity.
Divided we fall, but together we rise...
Into the Sun.

2%ers.

98 percent of the population use only 5 percent of their brains and even less of their wills. We have been brainwashed into believing that a higher power outside of us is in control and we are powerless to choose our own destiny's. Instead of combining our will and intelligence, utilizing our rescources from within to without, recognising that we are connected with all of the universe and have access to all of the rescources and energy we need to create our own realities right at our fingertips. I am but a parcel of this universe but I am one with the universe. The cosmos is an extension of myself. Every blade of grass, grain of sand, gust of wind, or drop of rain is just a part of me. I am a part of the whole. The universe is a living body of which I am a cell.
Those in control wish to use ignorance as a tool for domination. Their education is designed to stunt the mental and psycic capabilities of our children. It is a process of raping their minds, dulling their senses, emasculating their imaginations and yoking their backs to the corporate plow; indroctrinating them into a servile populace that can be used to turn the wheels of their machine.
Just as soldiers are brain-washed, trained to be brute, cold-blooded killers, just a cog in the wheel of a fascist war machine, students are being broken like horses and castrated like cattle, herded and prodded into an opprossed and servile existance.
The 2%ers are those of us who break the yokes of mental and physical slavery and create a new world for ourselves and our loved ones. we are the pilgrims of a new world. and we create it everyday.

The character in the mirror.

The ego is an illusion. It is an idealized image of ourselves that exists only in our minds. The ego is a character in a play. We are all students of this stage. Are we memorizing lines, trying to dance in time to the rythm and the ryme? ...Or are we writing our own script and mending our own costumes? "What a man thinks of himself, that is which determines, or rather, indicates his fate." Thoreaux said that. "As a man thinketh, so he is." I can't remember who said that...google it. We all choose our own role. whether it be the king or the peasent, The master or the slave...
The ego is a reflection of who we imagine ourselves to be, who we aspire to be is what we become. Who am I? I am I. to be self...pure self...is to be alone. Only when we are alone do we take off our mask and our costume and slip out of that role, whatever it may be, and become truly ourselves.
Are we puppets? Outward manifestations of some omni-present puppet master in the sky, or are we masters of our own fate? Are our hands instruments of our own free will or are they subject to the whims of some Omni-present puppet master in the sky?

I guess I'm doing all-right.

Sometimes I feel like i'm on top of the world.
Sometimes I feel a step away from dying for no reason at all.
The pendalum swings from one extreme to the other without ryme or reason.
Maybe i'm crazy.
Maybe I'm out of my mind.
A chemical imbalance?
Residual effects of all the times i've altered my concsiousness?
Or maybe it's an occupational hazard of being an artist.
Feeling so much...
Trying to keep my head intact and both feet on the ground seems to be my main occupation these days.
But, I guess I'm doing all-right.

I'm gonna Live Until I Die.

moving westbound down the highway
I gotta good woman right beside me
the sun rise in my rearview
i'm living right

I'm gonna live-
until the day that I die
I'm gonna give-away
everything but my pride
I'm gonna stand on top of a mountain
with my head held high
I'm gonna live until I die.

Truth will remain unwritten.

the kings of the earth rule over the people with an iron rod, with force and cohersion they demand a reverance and respect that is reserved for divinity, but they are devils posing as angels of light. Their authority is false and their laws are arbitrary, their kingdoms are made of castles of sand the tide of reason will soon wash away...but alas, new temples will be constructed from the remnants of the old, the rocks that have been reduced to sand will be mixed with mortar and turned into stone again. The law will be written on tablets of stone only to be thrown from the mountain and broken and rewritten again... But, Truth will remain unwritten. You can carve your laws in stone, but the rocks will cry out...Truth is Love. Love is an omni-present, unfathomable spirit, it lives and moves transcending form and substance, it cannot be contained, defined, or explained.

every political ideology seperates the populace into two distinct and opposing classes; the rulers and the ruled, the slaves and the masters, the burgoise and the prolariate, in other words the powerful and the powerless. The State is built on the foundation of a profound imbalance of power. Power is centralized at the pinnacle of the pyramid while hte masses are oppressed, forced to compose the base, carrying the heavy load of labor and taxes, bearing the weight of hierarchy on their shoulders. Power is centralized towards the top of the pyramid while the weight of labor and penance is on the shoulders of the people.

The State is the anti-thesis of balance and equality. In nature, power is like water, it seeks its own level, like electricity it seeks to ground itself out and distribute itself evenly...but contrastly, society seeks to centralize power to a single scource, sucking rescources and energy into itself. It creates its own chaos, It rebells against the perfect order of the Cosmos. Like a virus invading the body, kingdoms and empires have created a seperate entity that opposes the perfect order of the cosmos. This diseased entity must be destroyed and expelled from the body or it will grow out of control resulting in death.

The Lament of Cain.

I gathered the finest fruits for you from the bounty of the earth and made an offering unto you, but you rejected my gifts and abandoned me in the desert because you required a sacrifice of blood for the remmission of sins. What have I done to offend you? Why must you crave the blood of the innocent? Why does the firstborn have to die? Why do you smite me? You have exiled me from my homeland and driven me into barren and rocky land so that your chosen people can graze their sheep in the fertile valleys...You lead them beside the still waters but I beg outside the gates of the garden with an empty cup and outstretched hands. You have persecuted and exiled my people. You have driven us from our homelands with the might of your hands and chased us when we escaped into the hills. You have imprisoned and enslaved my people forcing them to serve in your kingdoms with shackles on their hands and feet.
You claim ownership over the land and parcel it out among your chosen people. commanding them to kill and plunder and destroy in your name. Cursed be your name among men Oh Lord of the locusts! May your temples crumble to the dust from whence they came! this knee will not bow! I will stand, in the garden, naked and unashamed with my fist raised in defiance. This knee will not bow! My tongue will confess allegience to no God and no man will be my master! Wake up you sleepers and beat your plowshares into swords. We will be oppressed and scorned no more. Arise, the day has come, Prepare yourselves for war!

Slaughter-House Temple

Strategic Butchery.
Assembly lines.
on the choicest cuts of meat
the high priest dines
he parts the curtain
in the inner most part of the temple
the holyest of holies
the pussy of the beast
spilling the blood of the firstborn lambs of a nation
on the horns of the alter
sacred bloody copulation
A jealous god requires the blood of the innocent as an offering
for the remission of sins.
What sin is greater than spilling innocent blood?

Blood-Thirsty Gods.

They destroy the land of the living and disturb the land of the dead...They have divided and seperated the earth. The North has warred against the south and the west against the east. The tribes and nations conspire in anger. Their gods demand blood for the remission of sins. The earth groans beneath these labors as the sweat of the slaves, the tears of the oppressed, and the blood of the martyrs soak the ground. They spit fire from their mouths smoke risesom their nostrils. They devour the earth, destroying the land of the living and disturbing the slumber of the dead, dividing the earth, raping her of her precious metals and the black sludge that grows beneathe the land and sea. Theydrain her veins in the name of their blood-thirsty gods.

Blood, Sweat, and Tears.

Naked and vulnerable beneathe their filthy rags of rightousness, hiding from the sun...turning a deaf ear to the slaves who beg for crumbs from their table, the very ones who spun the cloth and wove the fabric of the garments that cover their shame they regard with disgust ignoring their pleas for bread and water... They drink wine from grapes that have been smashed by the feet of these same naked slaves...They are a proud, stiff-necked people, trusting in their wealth, serving their false gods, denying alms to the hands that have woven their garments, exiling from their presence those whose feet have pressed the grapes of the wine they drink...A body divided against itself will not stand...how can the right hand say to the left hand "I have no need of you." The earth springs forth a bountiful harvest as the soil is soaked by the sweat of the slaves, the tears of the oppressed and the blood of the martyrs...the rain falls on the just and the unjust alike. The unjust man reaps what he has not sown, claiming possession over what does not belong to him. He washes his hands of the blood of the innocent and feasts on the spoils of war and the prizes of usury while the man whose hands are soiled with the dust of the earth and are hardened by painful labor and toil remain empty and his clothes threadbare. The day of judgement is near. The meek shall inherit the earth. Your tables of usury will be overturned. Your temples will be destroyed. Your kingdom will crumble and the earth will swallow you. The day of judgement is at hand. Repent!

Walk Alone.

To truly love another, I must first Love myself. We all learn to walk holding the hand of another but, every man must learn to walk alone...Only when he has learned to walk alone can he walk hand in hand with another. Every man must master the art of solitude.

Deny not Love.

I believe that what is between us is real. Love. In this world of illusions it is hard to believe in something real. Shadows of doubt and fear cloud my perceptions when my desire is at its peak. Desire and suffering go hand in hand. Suffering is a product of fear. Fear that my faith is in vain.
If we are strong enough to brush these illusions aside we will ecperience something that is overwhelmingly good and pure and true. Love.
We are one. When we recognise this unity, coming together as one, forsaking all illusions of seperation; a power that is bigger than us will be unleashed. Love.
Deny not Love. Denial of Love is a denial of self.

Metaphorical Mickey

it was the coldest winter but I'm coming back to life.
I can feel the sunshine once again.
It chases away the shadows in the corners of my mind
It warms my heart and ignites a fire within
I'm standing at this crossroads
I've been here before
should I continue walking
or stand here knocking on your door?

Cerebral Gyrations.

Cerebral gyrations overcome hesitations.
shadows...light.
manifestations of an unknown reality
interpretations of perceptions seen and unseen
gentle persuation
time to move on
follow my feet

Immortal Bond

I met a man the other day that believed in a bond that was stronger than death...A true goddess worshipper...he wore a flying death skull around his neck and on his finger...a symbol of mortality...
Does Love ever die? Does anything have the power to transcend the cycles of birth and death? Perhaps nothing really ever dies...just transcends its essence into another form. Shape shifting...Rejuvenation. The sea is constantly renewing itself, transending into a vapor and ascending to the sun, creating a new entity entirely and returning to the void and back again and again and again.
The water boy blesses the water as he dips his jar into the sea, praising the sun. He wears a flying death skull around his neck and on his finger. He believes in a bond that is stronger than death.
Love never dies.

Jesus- The Real Story.

Jesus was a martian child from the year 2012. He went back in time to document the existance of humans and in his studies he discovered that they were fataly flawed. There were wars and rumors of wars and greed and hate and all manners of evil...so he decided to stick around and try to save the human race...but the humans crucified him. Some say he's still alive like Elvis or Tupac, but regardless of whether he lives or not...the revolution that he has started has been hijacked and has made a full circle and become the new orthedoxy.

The Face of God.

I saw the face of God in the clouds...their was lightning in his eyes...his mouth was open in anger...I saw his face and I spoke his words in a language that I've never heard...If you don't repent tonight you won't see tommorrow...I don't know his name... but I looked him in the eye and felt his pain...If you don't repent tonight you won't see tommorrow.

The Book.

John said: " in the beginning was the Word (Logos) and the word was with God and the Word was God..." Moses said before him: "In the beginning was the heavens and the earth and the earth was without form and darkness was on the face of the deep, and God said let there be light..." John reiterates that the Word came before the Light...Emmerson said: "Words are but finite organs of an infinate mind...they cannot cover the dimensions of what is Truth...
Emmersons quote was just as much scripture to me than anything John had to say...some things that i read in books other than The Book ring clearer to my concept of "GOD" (whatever that means) and what would be "his" "divine inspired WORD"...i could propose a long list of books that i believe should be included in a collection of writing that is considered to be inspired by a Divine scource...i don't see the "Holy Bible" as divinly inspired and red flags pop up in my mind when wrathful tirades and calls to arms are precursed by "Thus say's the Lord"
Every nation has it's GOD and priests and kings who lay claim to the divine right of authority...those rulers who claim to possess the knowledge of Good and Evil and excersise their powers thru LAW and WAR...they claim possession over land and rescources enslaving the THE PEOPLE to serve their arbitrary ends...the slaves fall in line, brainwashed by prideful notions of being chosen....fallen angels decieved by THE MAN who built his towers to the sky and sat on his throne that he placed above the heavens ruling over the nations with an iron scepter writing commandments in stone and proclaiming "Thus says the Lord..."
The Bible is the history of a nation and like the history of all nations it is one filled with blood-shed and war, tyrranny, oppression, and generations of brothers that slew each other over possession and control...Cain and Abel...Jacob and Esau...Isreal and Ishmael...The people of THE BOOK speak often of heaven but know nothing of the heavens or for that matter even the earth. They worship the LAW but know nothing of the SPIRIT..."The time will come and now is here when the true worshippers will worship in SPIRIT and in TRUTH." There is no law but LOVE. There is no heaven but NOW. There is no god but ONE. There is no us and them, we are ONE.
When a society accepts the illusions of dualism and seperation and buys into the lies of those in power who contantly excert their authority proclaiming that destruction must come before creation, war before peace, hell before heaven and the shedding of blood before the remmission of sins...that civilization is destined to collapse...Empires always fall...The system is set up for failure...it is a system built on inequality, injustice, imbalance, and slavery...COME OUT OF HER MY PEOPLE...
Love is the awarness of ONE...repent of the fascist patriotic notions fostered by the lies of Evil men bent on the aquisition of power...God does not require blood for the remission of sins...we do not have to fight our brothers over land and rescources, the earth will provide...our survival does not depend on war but on Peace...we do not need to defend our borders but absolve them from our minds, they are but figments of our imaginations...they exist only in the conciousness of the masses.
We are ONE LOVE, parcels of the universe not masters over it...We are not seperate from God but are ourselves parcels of the Divine...We are one with the universe a part of all that is...we are only a part of a body not a body unto ourselves...we are here to experiece and create to be ONE with nature not to Lord over it...the earth is our mother, the sky is our father and the heavens, even the highest heavens cannot attain you oh Lord how much less this temple that i have built with my own hands...It is time we began to understand ourselves and our relationship with the universe instead of trying to escape reality by creating an artificial one...we hide behind walls created by our own hands driven out of the garden by our own fears clutching fig leaves to cover our nakedness...toiling painfully beneath the sun to appease the wrath of a god who requires blood for the remmission of sins...it is time to forsake the dogma that enslaves our minds and explore the universe and our selves with a clear perspective as thru the eyes of a child instead of blindly following the narrow, perochial and well worn path of tradition followed by the masses out of fear, obligation, duty and ignorance above all but pride...
Pride and ignorance go hand in hand. According to biblical mythology...Lucifer and Adam's sin were the same...PRIDE...the will to power...the elevation of the ego above the community...the desire to impose one's will over another...The possession of the "knowledge of Good and Evil" is a false illusion of power, the authority to create and defend LAW...to decide who lives and who dies...the LAW is the word of GOD...Every nation is a theocricy who's laws are based on the arbitrary authority of the Knowledge of Good and Evil...Law is a false mechanical "order" that is actually the anti-thesis of true ORDER because it creates the fears and conditions that foster CHAOS...they build temples to justice but know not the meaning of the word...
Freedom is the right to choose...to choose whom we will serve...to choose whom or what we define as God...what secular mechanism, religious sect, or organic community we consider ourselves a part of or seperate from...Freedom is the right to choose whom or what governs our behavior and who we allow to have influence or authority over us...Our free will is sacred and because we have not questioned authority itself and the false authorities that impose their will over us claiming to have possession of the knowledge of good and evil and defend their laws with force and cohersion...we have fallen under the dictatorship of a mechanical theocricy...forced to serve THE MACHINE, the god of mammon...The ruler of this dark world...Money.
We will know peace only thru LOVE, the awarness of the ONE...As long as our minds are controlled by law rather than LOVE we will be at odds with ourselves, our environment, and our neighbors...LOVE, the awareness of ONE, the unity of all things is Salvation.
The Deification of humanity led to the diefication of society the divine mechanism of society commands the worship of the MACHINE...man commanded the angels and animals to worship and obey them taking them as food and sacrificing them to his God...the domestication of man was sure to follow...now humanity is fuel for the machine...we are re-created in the image of our god...we become like the graven images we worship...having eyes but not seeing...ears but not hearing...a nose but we can't smell the bull-shit right in front of our faces...HE WHO HAS EARS LET HIM HEAR...COME OUT OF HER MY PEOPLE...
Cilization is a disease...a virus...the anti-thesis of life itself..."a once living organism that has fallen to a state between life and death in which it needs the host to exhibit living qualities." (as Burroughs defined a virus). Cancer-rebel cells in the body that seperate from the body and recruit others to join them forming a completely seperate and opposite entity that makes war against the body itself...
It pisses me off when i read the same story in the bible as i do in the USA Today...The people of THE BOOK say it's got to be this way...prophecy has to be full-filled and they are dutifully reading, memorizing, and reciting the lines of the script and playing their roles in the drama that has been re-enacted over and over again since the beginning of civilization...we need a new script...we need a new cannon cuz all this war is getting out of hand...if we don't start living by a different script it's gonna be a bad movie..."Death and Life are in the power of the Tongue" at least that's what THE BOOK says...we need to start speaking LIFE.

love of blood rough draft

Agape Love is defined as Self-less and Uncoditional Love...the bible says that "God" is Love. But "God" in the old testament required the blood of sheep as payment for crimes against his law...(like paying a ticket but with blood from an animal instead of money.) paul says in Hebrews that "God requires blood for the remission of sins." in the old testament, gods’ "love" was CONDITIONAL, he demanded obedience to his law and sacrifice of blood...Now, the new testament was the new covenent that states:"god" so "loved" the world that he gave his only begotten son that whosover believes on him shall not perish but have everlasting life...but he who does not believe is CONDEMNED...I am saying that according to John 3:18, "god"s "love" is still CONDITIONAl...I believe that Love drives out fear, and fear has to do with punishment (1John). Jesus gave his life as a sacrifice to free his people from an evil system that required blood for the remission of "sins". He was crucified as a blashphemer because he did not serve thier "god" that required unconditional obedience and sacrifice but taught the people of his Father showing them how to live self-lessly and love unconditionally and live harmoniously with the world and each other and not out of fear, obligation, and duty to an almighty deity. Christianity distorts the message of Jesus by making salvation dependant on the acceptance of Jesus’ sacrifice insisting that "god" required blood for the remmission of sins and his sacrifice is the only atonement for our crimes against "god"s law. Christianity reverses the revolution of Love that Jesus taught and once again puts the emphasis on Blood. The revolution has been hijacked and made into the new orthedoxy. I believe that Love and law are inherently incompatible.
Why does it have to be about blood
Christianity is based on the presupposition that "God requires Blood for the remission of sins." (Hebrews 9:22-28). Jesus is regarded as the "final sacrifice" to end the practice of slaughtering sheep and pouring their Blood over the alter in the most holy of holy places. He is the "Lamb of God" which taketh away the "sin" of the world (John 1:29). and if i don’t believe in "God’s only begotten son" i "stand condemned" (John 3:16-18) because his Blood washes away my "sins" and makes me white as snow...If i do not accept the Blood of Jesus, your theology says i will burn in hell for all eternity. Even Jesus himself is quoted as saying that "if you do not drink my Blood and eat my flesh you will have no part of my kingdom."(although i believe he was being ficicious and metaphorical here) My question is, (keeping in mind the biblical definition of Agape): If "God" is (Agape) Love, WHY did he require the shedding of innocent blood for the remission of "sins" in the first place (see Leviticus)? Does UNCONDITIONAL Love require a blood sacrifice for the remission of "sins"? Does SELF-LESS Love require a blood sacrifice for the remission of "sins"? If you love someone do you demand that they sacrifice something for you? Doesn’t the concept of demanding a sacrifice seem conditional and selfish to you? Why must you equate Love with sacrifice? If "God" is Love, WHY does he require blood for the remission of "sins"? and further more, If "God" is Love, WHY would he create a law that would condemn and judge people as sinners anyways? If you voluntarily, unconditionally and self-lessly Love someone do you hand them an impossible list of rules to follow and in addition expect them to sacrifice something they Love in order to atone for the rules they inevitably will break and threaten them with death, hell and damnation if they fail? If Yahway the god of the Torah was not the devil himself i don’t know who is. I believe that Jesus saw thru this bull-shit and offered himself as a scapegoat to free his people from an oppressive and usurious religion...and

John says in his first epistle, "God is Love." (Agape Love). He says "Perfect Love drives out fear...fear has to do with punishment."

I believe that god is(Agape) LOVE. I believe that (Agape) LOVE is unconditional.


what i understand of Christian theology it states that: "God" does NOT require blood for atonement for sin anymore because he gave his only begotten son...but he who does not believe in his BLOOD being the atonement for our sins and accept that his BLOOD is the only way for salvation will spend eternity in hell. Please correct me if i’m wrong about that.
what i do not understand is how a loving god can damn someone to hell for not believing in his son and further more why he would require blood for the remission of sins in the first place and even further, why he would create a law that elevates himself as a supreme deity and forces everyone to worship and obey and sacrifice for him...this teaching is contrary to everything that i believe about Love.

If you would indulge me in a hypothetical situation to explain my point of view:
Suppose you had a wife that you loved very much and she got off work at 6 while you got off at 5. Because you loved your wife and were aware of her needs you would put a load of laundry on, finish the breakfast dishes and start on cooking supper so that when she got home she could relax. this service is a self-less, and voluntary act of free-will and is unconditional, with-out expectations of anything in return...if you love your wife, actions such as this will come natural. Now...let’s say that one day you get home from work and instead of doing all that you sit down and eat some left-overs and watch seinfield. When she comes in from work She storms into her room and comes out with a stone tablet in which she has chisled commandments such as thou shalt clean, cook, ...ect, ect, and thou shalt not ...she has seperated herself from you by placing conditions on her love...the law now stands between her and you it is a gap that can only be crossed by sacrifice. In this scenerio the law has rendered love useless, now these same actions that were an act of Love and devotion have become an act motivated by Law which causes the very same actions to be done out of motives of fear, obligation and duty, the love is not reciprocal and therefore cannot be shared...Love is alive...Law is mechanical and dead...Love and Law are inherently incompatible.

I believe that the message of Jesus was a message of Love. He came to replace the Law (which is death) with Love (Life).


John is my favorite of the 4 gospels, his use of language is astounding and his expression nothing short of mystical...Pauls assertion in the book of Hebrews that "God requires blood for the remission of sins" seems to be the elemental foundation of your faith...i have spoken to many christians about why this is so and the consensus seems to be because god is Holy and cannot stand anyone to break his laws and requires justice and punishment for sins in order to appease his wrath...John states in his first epistle that "God is Love." He also says that "Perfect Love drives out fear" and "...fear has to do with punishment." Paul wrote a beautiful and poetic passage in 1 Corinthians and in it states that "Love keeps no record of wrongs." ...not to mention Jesus’ teachings on Love and forgiveness...these concepts seem to stand in complete opposition to the doctrine of salvation thru blood sacrifice...Christianity is based on the idea that the blood of Jesus somehow saves us from our sin. (John 3:16-17) If God is (Agape) Love, WHY does he require blood for the remission of sins? Agape is a greek word that means Unconditional, Self-less, and Voluntary Love. There is nothing Unconditional, Self-less, or voluntary about the demand for innocent bloodshed to atone for sins. If "God" is Love, WHY does he require blood for the remission of sins?