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!