Blietzgrieg ghosts...

Blietzgrieg ghosts of exiles


Bleeding from the sky...

Cold rain wash away my tears

I feel the tremors of the earth

The ground quakes beneath my feet...

And the wind whispers thru the willows

Revolution...

within and without

the cold wind blows...cuts thru me like a knife...chill to the bone...lonely is colder than any wind that ever blowed and it cuts deeper than any blade could reach...and I bleed...I bleed out on the concrete...a trail of bright red splotches of sunshine that will evaporate and acend on high, a swirl of smoke up to the sky...bleeding like the firstborn lamb on the fourth of July...
Dying from the inside out...held captive by the beast...bleeding internally on the street...lost in the maze of empty created by the hands of slaves who die in the shadows of the towers they have built from bricks of mud and straw...the beams of iron ore...the ceders of lebenon...We die among the modern marvels of man-kind...clutching our nothing and holding it tight...we slave under the rod and staff of a false shepherd... a king who raises himself on throne above the earth and claims an authority higher than the Sun...how many generations will slave in chains and fetters forged by our own hands before we realize that the earth is ours? When will the meek inherit the earth? They claim to possess that witch belongs to all...They claim jurisdiction over our land...our seas...even our bodies and possessions...they write their 'law' on tables of stone that they heave upon the heads of my people...Woe to those who seat themselves on a throne above the earth, endevoring to rule over their fellow man with their iron sceptors, writing their 'laws' on tables of stone that they heave upon the heads of the people...they are preists of darkness...claiming to possess the 'knowledge of good and evil'...Curses be upon your heads...fuck you and your god and your nations...with blood on your hands you stand in judgement of the rightous...
festering wounds never had a chance to heal...the bandits raid outside while the theif breaks in to steal...the bleating of the lamb is silenced by the blade...god requires blood for the remission of sins and they high priest recieves the choicest cuts of the meat...
I shiver in the cold, run for cover from the rain...nobody knows my fears, no one knows my pain...that cold wind blows, blood frozen in my veins,and lonely stabs me deeper than any blade could ever reach.

Function of Sacrifice...

Sometimes it is nessecary...always a last resort...not a thing to be honored in and of itself alone...a lesson in abundance and truth..Sacrifice can be a rite of passage...a symbol of a new birth...when the sacrifice itself becomes an idol...a false god is created...When a sacrifice is required as a testament to loyalty, the bond of true Love is broken and replaced by another paradym that is based on a false frame of reference... True Love is unconditional and it requires no sacrifice...it is not a noble thing to sacrifice our true desires, those desires are clues to our right path...our rightful purpose and destiny can be found on the path to our True Desires...

valley of dead bones

the warriors will rise from the ashes and the prophets will cast away their sackcloth of sorrow and from the bones of the marytrs they will fashion swords that cut to the marrow... and the scribes will write their letters with the blood of their oppressors and the rivers will run red with their blood

when your out on the road...

when you're out on the road with the wind when in blows, everyone knows who you are.
to he who has more is given the same, but when you have nothing the whole world is gained
because when you have nothing, even what you have will soon pass away and nothing really ain't nothing anyway...
you can gain the whole world, but at what cost, when you lose your own soul, that's when you're lost... but when you've got nothing, you've got nothing left to take away.
...Out on the road, with the wind and it blow my blues away.
You can hide behind your walls, buy your clothes from shopping malls, ride that escalator to the stars...
cut down the trees to wipe your ass, mine for gold and drill for gas, build a rocket ship and fly to mars...
gain the world and lose your soul, i'll sit right here and smoke a bowl and laugh at the illusions that you make.
it's all the same to me...just leave me alone and let me be and stop the fucking war for christs sake...
if he was here he'd kick your ass, he'd climb the poles and burn your flags, Why can't we all just live in harmony. I just want to be free.

Awakening

                             I streched my limbs beneath the bodhi tree when the morning star arose...

Awakening in the garden beneath a new dawn

Arising from the ashes

of the fire that smoldered in my heart till the dawn

quickening my spirit

cleansing my soul

peeling off layers of illusion

brushing off the dust from the ruins of a crumbled empire

I stand

I stand in the garden, naked and unashamed, with my fist raised in victory

This Knee shall not bow!

Breathe In

 A new Life

Inhale the sweet aroma of victory

cast away the chains and fetters of slavery and the stocks of correction

I have come to set the captives free!

Exhale

purifying the senses of the illusions and shadows of the rulers of the darkness

Renunciation of false authorities,

the gods and masters that rule over the dust and the dung

Renounce all ties to an empire built by the hands of slaves

 atop the burial grounds of the martyrs whose blood crys out from the ground.

Diary of a Mad-Man.

An alian in a strange land, with strange rules and customs...Donning a costume and playing a role...widening perspectives with each new face...He is the Invisible Man.

Only the crazy people can see me...They speak to me from a place of clarity and serenity, awakened from their busy, melo-dramatic dreamworld...Momentarily, for only brief strains of time, they escape their dreadful nightmare to entertain my presence. Their perspectives, usually askew with paranoic hallucinations, become clearer and the light of recognition shows in their eyes as they meet mine. Their heads, bombarded with the meaningless chatter of monkeys and mad-men have suddenly become as silent as a chapel as my words echo in their dome...the laughing lunatics, the homicidal maniacs, the necropheliacs, insomniacs, pedifile preists, guilt ridden frequent mastorbators, closet homo-sexuals; the junkies, the johns, the dicks and the harry's...somehow they all find a reprieve in my presence.
     I feel, that to some, I am somewhere in between Dr. Phil and Jesus Christ..."I am the High Priest of the Crazies! Come! Confess your sins to me!" ...the proverbial sign around my neck reads...Why Me? I don't know...Maybe it's because they know...that I'm crazy too!
     Or, maybe it's because most people are too pre-occupied with their own meaningless existances to even acknowledge anyone elses... much less a crazy persons existance...after all, who really wants to talk to someone that is so stuck in their own world that they spend most of their time talking to themselves...mostly lamenting of what they lack, nostalgilizing about the past, and ranting and raving about petty offences that have been committed against them...Feeling judged and victimized, catagorized and critisized from all sides can take its toll on the cerebrum...being ostrocized and marginalized by the gentrified socialites can wreak havoc on the head of a tender hearted human being that is malajusted to this crazy, fucked up, in-human world we're living in.
     Love is the awareness of the One universal soul we all share, only by tapping into this egoless state of mind can we truly understand another and be aware of the suffering of another...Awareness is the first step to healing.

America does no longer exist.

The revolution was televised right before our eyes and we bought all the lies...you cant think outside the book much less the tube...

Addiction

Addicted...hoplessly... to caffine, nicotine, alchol, and gasoline...high-fructose corn-syrup and individual creams...and cnn and facebook to and if we didn't have that we'd be huffin glue just trying to change the channell in our heads...bread and circusses...dulling our senses...that 40 hour clock's been winding and when the eagle flys we get oh so high...desencitized with drugs and lies we stumble thru this maze of asphalt and concrete with nothing but our dreams and nostalgic musings of a time long past...what has the world become...what have we become? are we the last generation of these refined, genetizized, refried epoch of this thing we call humanity...Is it really gonna go out like this? We've driven the truck to the end of the road, and had to slam on the brakes to keep from plunging over the precipice...but alas the pile of shit we have accumulated in the bed of the truck is coming thru the back glass...Karma is a bitch...sometimes.

Call to Repentance.

Cursed be your god and nations...Bow to your knees...plead for your lives for the sins you have committed....Repent in sack-cloth and ashes for what you have done...The ghosts of those whose lives you have taken will chase you to the depths of Sheol...and the spirits of those whose hands you have imprisoned behind bars will testify against you...you will be haunted by every drop of blood you have shed in the name of your false god, you will be cursed for many lifetimes to come... You will pay for what you have done...The blood of my people crys out from the ground and there is justice on their lips...the martyrs beneath the alter cry out for restitution...the earth is thirsty for an offering...Even the rocks are crying out and their are faces in the clouds and the wind carries the sweet aroma of Revolution...You have elevated your self on a throne above the Earth and claimed the authority of a god above the sun that ruled over the Cosmos. The True ORDER of the COSMOS will never be ruled by the hands of man. Your authority is false and your world is an illusion. Who are you to claim possession over the land and the waters? You cut down the sacred trees whose spirits spoke to me, you slash and burn the forests to graze your sheep, you destroy our crops, raid our encampments and towns...killing men, women and children and dividing the virgins and the spoils among your highest ranks...Who are you to claim jurisdiction over our very live? You do not have my consent. I do not respect your authority. Your empires will crumble, your cities will burn, your lives will be taken from you like a theif that comes in the night, carving out your calloused hearts leaving you an empty catacomb of nothingness. You will create your own destruction, you filthy pigs of babylon, you will be slaughtered like sheep by your shephards starting with the first-born.

The Spit of Jesus.

I like Jesus...I just don't understand what's so special about his blood...they say his blood washes away our sins...how does this magic Jesus blood work, and just what are sins, and according to whom? Why does it have to be about Blood? They say he spat on the ground and healed a blind mans eyes with the mud...So why does it have to be about his blood...can we contract his salvation thru his spit as well?
God requires blood for the remission of sins and the high priest get the choicest cuts of the meat and the rest is devided among the preists, the slave get a sip of blood from the high preist's cup and a wafer of unleavened bread for his tonuge...these days its a individually packaged sip of welches concord grape juice and a pack of saltines...I should hope at this point we all realize it was all a joke.

Enslaved by Illusions.

an illusion fostered by the grand scheme, the false doctrine of "duality and seperation"... Every God wants a Devil...they call good what is evil and evil what is pure and sacred and natural...They are Sheeple led astray by false shephards, castrated, domesticated and enslaved by their bellies and their dicks, shackles forged by their own hands, they wear their chains with pride...Pious slaves, consumed with zeal for their masters house...they pay their penence for salvation, to be forgiven of their sins...

Dream #42

Take me by the hand my love...I'll take you for a ride...hold on tight and don't look back...we'll get out of here alive...I'll connect the dots and lines that you've created...I'll spin it round in round inside your head till it starts to make a little more sense...in only that it doesn't really make any sense at all....Can you read the hand-writing on the wall? The Empire is crumbling, the temples will fall...Don't give yourself away to thieves in exchange for bread and water...don't look back and hold on tight...I'll take you to tommorrow...Take me by the hand my Love...I'll take you for a ride...don't look back and hold on tight, I'll take you to tommorrow.

We The People.

United in Solidarity, We THe People do here-by declare ourselves free from your oppressive tyranny. WE THE PEOPLE are a body of individual members whom are, each one, a unique part of a WHOLE...We repect the space and the free-will of all people and serve and protect all members of our community. We will stand in solidarity against oppressive attacks and persecutions perpetrated on our brothers and sisters by your hand. We demand that you cease all war-like activities. Stop the War. Your state is built on inequality and oppression. Their is a better way to live. Peace is possible. Stop the War. Stop the war on the poor. The drug war, the "war on terror", the border wars... the food war... all the war.... stop it. Send the troops home, shut down your military bases, close your police stations... We the People do hereby declare ourselves free of your oppressive tyranny...We the people take upon our own shoulders the weight of Justice and let each man define Justice by his own terms...We the people abide by the law of Love...We do not need your codes and statutes...your justice has become in-justice...We the People will live in peace and harmony with no Lords and no Masters...Living by the Order of the Cosmos Abiding by the Highest Law of Love...

Cyclic Enteties of Destruction.

Empires are cyclic enteties that create their own destruction.
The very nature of empire creates a polarization of energy that eventually will explode.
Empires seperate the populace into 2 distict and opposing classes.
The Slave/Master Paradym is a disfunctional relationship based on Fear, Need, and Servitude on the part of the former and Exploitation and abuse on the part of the latter... This relationship naturally breeds contempt.
The duality is so intense inside this closed system, the pressure builds and seeks equilibrium...seperation, polarization, internal combustion, implosion, explosion, " REVOLUTION is a natural as lightning." -Thomas Jefferson said that.
When the populace is seperated into the oppressed and the oppressors, there will naturally arise a third anomolie, oppression and rebellion go hand in hand. This third group of people desire to be neither slaves or masters. They respect the sacred freedom of the Will and cherish above all their freedom to excercise their will to create and co-exist with the universe in whichever way they choose. Do what thou wilt and harm none, respect all beings allowing them space to excercise their free will. They wander to and fro about the earth and walk up and down upon it, doing as they will, harming none.

Brood of Vipers.

Brood of vipers! who has warned you to flee from the wrath to come? Your father is the devil. I am I am God's Son. I will return with a double edged sword to cut off the heads of the kings and the lords. The blood of my people crys out from the ground. Let my people go. You will oppress my people no more. I have come to release the prisoners from captivity. Your slaves will go free, your soldiers will return to their homes, your empire will crumble and the remnant will run into the hills and forests and dwell in the caves and the holes in the ground. Your towers will crumble to the ground, your temples will burn....
Repent on your knees in sackcloth and ashes. Plead for your lives for what you have done. The sins of your fathers, the folly of sons that have taken up weapons against us. You will burn for your transgressions. The spirits of the men of the lives you have taken will chase you to the depths of sheol.
I watched as you slit the throat of the spotless firstborn lamb of the sheep that you fleece and lead to the slaughter. I watched as you drained its blood into a basin and carried it into the depths of your empty catacomb of nothingness, where you hoard the precious jewels you have plundered from those that you have exiled and the shiny metals you have forced your captives to dig for you.
I watched from the crags of the cliffs as you led the sheep to the slaughter... one by one... for your god that requires blood for the remission of sins. The high priest recieves the choicest cuts of meat.
You have exiled, reviled and persecuted us...chasing us into the barren lands, invading our encampments and ransacking our cities and villages, destroying our crops, stealing our livestock, killing our women and children in cold blood and dividing the young virgins among your highest ranks. The high priest recieves the choicest cuts of meat.
Brood of Vipers, bay of pigs, slaughter is all you know. Cursed be your god that requires blood for the remission of sins. We will slit the throats of the guards at the gates of the garden of eden... we will drain their blood into their helmets and carry it to the highest peaks and offer their blood as a sacrifice... pour it on the horns of the alter... for "god requires blood for the remission of your sins." The blood of my people crys out from the ground.
The warriors of the lost tribe of Cain will unite and stand as one army against you. They will restore the rights of the first-born of your Patriarch. Ismeal, whom you abandoned into the desert, the rightful heir of Father Abrahams Kingdom, The first-born son of Abraham, born of a virgin slave, dark and lovely, a prized sheep in her shephards flock...This child, born of his fathers oppression and his mothers submission, was driven into the barren lands with his mother by the jealousy of a barren woman... This lost child from the tribe of Cain, denounced from his fathers blessing, rose up from the ashes of exile, broke the fetters of  captivity and led his people, the remnant of the tribe of Cain, in a defensive struggle against the 12 sons of Sarah... We have wandered aimlessly in the desert for too long. You have placed your throne above the earth and divided the land amongst yourselves and destroyed our settlements...you have killed us and enslaved us... I will return with a double edged sword and cut off the heads of the kings and the lords...the blood of my people crys out from the ground... Who are you who dare to place yourself on a throne above the earth and divide the land into nations? Who are you to place a throne on your head and seperate the people into tribes? Who are you to wave your scepter over the landscape, claiming possession of the land, destroying its abundance, enslaving its inhabitants, raping the earth of her bounty? You pillage and burn our forests so that you can graze your sheep in the fertile pastures. You destroy our crops and chase us into the hills and barren lands so that you can grow the grapes that you force the slaves to trample to make your wine. You care only for blood, meat, and wine. You are slaves to your stomachs and your genitals. You are a child of darkness and you will return to sheol.
We are the prophets of the lost tribe of Cain. We have come to bring light into the darkness. We are children of the Sun. OUr mother is the Earth, and those of the earth are our brothers and sisters and fathers and mothers. We are all of One spirit, One Life, One Soul within us all. We desire only to live in peace and harmony with the Earth and all beings. We have not seperated ourselves from you, You have seperated yourselves from us.
We refuse to bow to your God's, We will not serve your masters...We will not respect the authority of a false god that requires blood for the remission of sins and divides the choicest cuts of meat among the priests. I will stand, in the garden, naked and unashamed with my fist raised in victory, THIS KNEE WILL NOT BOW!
I will not submit to a shepard and sheers and slaughters my people. I will not respect a Lord that enslaves and oppresses and destroys his followers. Your rod and your staff they oppress me. The prophets will rise up, and they will inscribe their letters with the blood of their oppressors... We will restore justice where there has been only injustice, we will restore order from the Chaos that you have created. We will bring Truth where there has been only lies. We are messengers of light. We are children of the Sun. We will overcome the darkness with the power of the center of the sun, the very same spirit that causes our hearts to beat. We will stand and we will fight...WE will not shrink from death to defend our people and our homeland, the Earth. Your false order will not prevail. The law of restitiution will not be thwarted. Brood of Vipers, Spawn of Satan, Who has warned you to flee from the wrath to come?

Dear Brother,

Brother, i don't know about you but i need a brother right now.  So, i thought i'd drop you a line. I feel like I'm going out of my mind...stuck in this grid of asphalt and concrete...squares and squares of boxes and boxes of...empty...nothingness..........Razor-wire and waving flags...Police cars and guns and badges...signs, signs, the end is coming soon. Im surrounded by aliens and zombies, robots and hippie commies and I'm just trying to catch the next train out of here.
My own wheels would make my life a little smoother...so I'm saving up for a Caddillac. If you have any spange to kick down for the cause, I'd be much obliged.  I've given up the hunt for a job, so i've been thinking about some alternative ways to make some cash. If you have a truck that runs we could get a chain and hook it to the hitch ball and pull up some parking meters. I guess it's all about timing. Sometimes it takes about 30 seconds or so for that one cashier at the grocery to count and recount all the one dollar bills I give her and put them under that clip in the drawer... I could snatch those twenties right quick and walk out of the store and if the bag boy has a problem with it, he'll end up on the floor on my way out...just the other day a woman left her door open and her keys in the car when she stopped at the light to stuff an envelope in the post office box on the corner just as i was walking across the street... I feined a move for her car just to fuck with her head...the timing was perfect.she didn't think it was funny but i sure did...laughed for a block and a half. I think people think I'm crazy when i just walk around laughing like that. I guess it is a bit odd, but some shit is just humorous;)

Sheep and Goats.

There are two kinds of people in this world, there are sheep and there are goats. In the beginning there was no distinction between the two. They came from the same animal. The sheep grazed in the meadows and lingered by the flowing streams and became easy prey for the lion who lied in wait for them in the tall grass and the wolves who herded them and cornered them in packs...as the goats climbed to the highest peaks and watched from above.... these predators took from the flock, culling the weakest and leaving the rest to live for another day while the shephard fleeces them all and castrated them and leads them all to the slaughter one by one, starting with the first-born spot-less lamb...the shepherd protects the sheep with his rod and his staff and leads them beside the still waters...slashing and burning the forests in the lowlands so the sheep can graze on the grasses that grow from the disturbed ground...as the goats climbed to the highest peaks and observed from above,  the man has the power of fire and the knowledge of good and evil and he uses his power to subdue and destroy. This is how the 2 legged's dominated the 4 legged's... they used sticks and stones to make weapons and fire and they dug in the earth for the metals and ores and ruled over the beasts and the feilds.... and the sheep surrendered their free will to the Shephard in return for the promise of safety, comfort and security, he led them beside the still waters to fertile pastures... as the goats climbed to the highest peaks and watched from afar...
I watched as he slit the throat of the first-born and drained the blood into a basin and carried it into his tabernacle and marched up the steps to the center of the tent where he kept the gold that his slaves had dug from the ground and the treasures that he captured from the nomadic tribes wandering in the desert who had long ago been exiled from the land by his fathers...He held the blood above his head and poured it on the horns of the alter that he had built for his god that required blood for the remission of sins. He slew the ancient trees whose spirits spoke to me to build his cities and walls, and temples to his god, my fathers children are held hostage in his camps... the virgins are parceled out among the generals and officers like the plunder and loot and livestock that they steal from our villages and camps...the feet of my children smash the grapes of the wine that they drink. They are a savage people who worship their gold and their riches and claim the authority of a god that requires blood for the remission of sins.

Jesus Christ and Karl Marx

The revolution that he started was diluted by the powers that be, those very same powers that he rebelled against, they adapted his teachings to their will, using the momentum to fullfill their purposes.
When Jesus spoke of his "Father" he was referring to something much more abstract than the Jew's deified mascot of Zionistic Fascism, the bloodthirsty warmonger described in the Torah...contrastly, he called this YHWY the DEVIL. He said to the devotees of Judiasm, "Your Father is the Devil." The message Jesus preached was about Love, Peace, and Unity... not division and war-fare. If YHWY was the father of Jesus, the apple fell very far from the tree and rolled down the hill of calvary and fell into the clutches of a Pharisee that turned his philosophy into a mockery. The revolution came full circle and became the new orthadoxy  in the form of christianity... emphasizing his spilled blood over his teachings, his death over his life, reducing this man to a mere symbol, an idol,...Pauls letters to the churches were a pathetic attempt by the Jews to justify the murder of Jesus to his followers... Paul started a whole new blood cult using Jesus as a scapegoat... btwn, Paul, Constantine, and King James of England, these puppet masters have created a new race of heirarchy addicted weasels who live their lives in humble submission to a "god" who requires blood for the remission of sins. Living in constant fear of the fires of hell, daily paying their penance for their salvation, praying to their twisted, diluted, plastic technicolor jesus whom they refer to as Lord" (courtesey of King James) (Lord, is an old english term meaning MASTER) Jesus would turn over in his tomb if he knew he was being referred to as "Lord". The Master/Slave paradym is the very thing that he came to eradicate, he said he came to set the slaves free, LORD is the word that replaced the hebrew YHWY in the old testament...Jesus's rebellion against YHWY and the regime is what got him killed in the first place.
   The blood cult was passed down to the sons of Able and became an Empire. The priesthood was a systematic heirarchy that claimed possession over territory and rescources and defended their 'rights' as an entity with force and cohersion, claiming the authority of a "higher Power" above the sun that supposedly possessed the "Knowledge of Good and Evil." Their system of centralized power was based on the LAW of this GOD that required blood for the remission of sins.

Earthican Warriors

The aliens have invaded...they are a virus that reduces life into squares and boxes...they have created an illusory world...and they are building it, their new temple from the ruins of the old... They are destroying our planet... raping and pillaging our mother the Earth... they enslave her children and hold them captive to their blood-thirsty regime...They slaughter our women and children... We, of the Earth, the Earthican Warriors, rise up and do not shrink from death to defend our homeland against these enemies...The Beast must die...We must first purify ourselves and kill the beast within....To renounce all attachment to it or dependancy on it...We are the Earthican Warriors... many in our tribe believe in a paradise... a planet of green that we can all live on in peace and harmony with one another.. The Garden of Eden is Here, The garden is here Now. The alians have subdued the land, claiming jurisdiction over  the land, the seas, and the rivers... they cut down our forests, grinding our trees into paper they use to wipe their greedy asses. They build their boxes and their grids of asphalt and concrete...They sit on their thrones that they have placed above the earth... they have no reverace for the Earth... they claim the authority of a being that is higher than the Sun...The Sun is the alpha and omega, the lord of all the stars, The SUN of suns. We will fight and we will die...our blood will cry out from the ground for eternity... we will ascend to the sun and return again to rain down on the heads of our oppressors... we will come back as a tidal wave to destroy our enemies. we will not submit, our knees will not bow...

Where we gonna run to now?

They claim to own the land,

They claim to own the seas

We ran to the hills 

now they're burning all the trees

it's an evil world we live in

where we gonna run to now?

The thief breaks in and steals 

while the bandits raid outside

and the devil slips a knife between your ribs from behind

it's an evil world we live in

where we gonna run to now?

They demand we bow down

but we're standing tall

we don't want to fight but our back's against the wall

it's an evil world we live in

where we gonna run to now?

WWJD

Lord knows I ain't no prophet and I ain't no prophet's son
I'm just travlin' down the highways trying to have myself some fun
I got whiskey on my breath and I've got women on my mind
I'm searching for a garden, someday I hope to find
and yes mam I know Jesus
I saw him just the other day
he was holding up a cardboard sign that said something bout Judgement day

What would Jesus do

If he had to walk a mile in my shoes

everybody's got a line they gotta draw in the sand.

would he run or take flight

or would he stand and fight

or would he hand up on a cross

and sing the blues.

Well I got my doubts and questions

and sometimes i don't give a damn

I got my reservations...

bout Father God and Uncle Sam

Revolution NOW

Its just a matter of time before it's my turn to die...I ain't going down without a fight. We've all got a line we gotta draw in the sand... We gotta stand up for what's right.
REVOLUTION NOW (The time has come.)
EVERY KNEE WILL BOW (under the sun)
NO TONGUE WILL DENY
UNDERNEATH THE SKY
WE are all ONE.

My name is Belil.

I will walk to and fro over the earth and travel up and down upon it... I will wander in the land of Nod with the mark of Cain upon my back... your rod and your staff shall not lead me or correct me and I will not dash my foot upon a stone... no weapon forged against me shall prevail for I am more than a conqueror. I do what I will... I will harm none lest they tread on me... I will not divert anyone from their path against their will or impede their movement...I will wander freely with no fear of detainment or molestation...

"THIS KNEE WILL NOT BOW"

I arose at the witching hour and followed the snake to the west...past the guards at the gates of Eden... I smiled as I slit their throats and watched the blood spill down their breastplates... Eyes wide...walking dead men...reach out your hands as I slip a knife between your ribs and carve out your empty heart...empty catacombs of nothingness... You have made an oath to your god and your brotherhood to defend laws and statutes written by evil men who have long returned to the dust from which they came...You transgress the law of Love and thwart the true order of the Cosmos, imposing your demonic false authority with weapons and warfare... You have sinned against the One and the All... You will be chastised for every moment of freedom that you have taken away from another man... You will be punished seven times over for every time you have imposed your false authority over another mans free will. You have enslaved your own brothers, leading them into captivity in chains, raping them of their freedom and turning your back to their suffering women and children. Curses be upon your heads. You will be banished into a lake of fire for your transgressions. How dare you place a throne above the earth and claim jurisdiction over the land and sin against the spirit of the earth and man-kind. Your time has come. Let my people go! You will no longer rule over my people with an iron rod. Your kingdom will fall. Your Empires will crumble and you will slither on the ground in the dust. And I will strike your head with my heel. I will raise up an army against you and cut off all seven of your heads you filthy beast of babylon. You will oppress my people no more. I will stand in the garden, naked and unashamed, with my bloody fist raised in Triumph. "THIS KNEE WILL NOT BOW!"

Vampires.

Probing my flesh they find their entrance and insert their slender tubes...Sucking away at my blood like a newborn suckling it's mothers breast...they need it...for the remmission of my sins... they blame me and accuse me...claiming jurisdiction over my body, my possessions, and even my mind... They want my soul. They entice me and taunt me with their illusions... luring me into their web of deceit... they suck their fill and bring their offerings to the queen...a tax for their quarters... she gets the choicest blood witch she stores in the storehouses...she takes her fill and redistributes the wealth according to her pleasure... the high priest gets the choicest portions.

Spaceships in the sky.

The traveler sat beside the path and watched the crowds walk by...
In two's and three's and some with four knees
...and a little girl with squeaky shoes.
A godess strummed upon her lyre with a fellow with a chello at her side
while the people in the street were passing by
like spaceships in the sky
like spaceships in the sky

Crash and Flow.

Oppression refines a mans character and hones his spirit. He learns to worship his freedom, forsaking all vice and false authority. He lives and dies for it, he fights for it and surrenders it to no one. He proudly and boldly stakes his claim over his own body, mind and soul; aknowledging Self as a parcel of the Divine Whole.
When a man acknowledges his unity with the universe while being aware of his individuality he learns the essence of power and the infinite possibilities of his free will. He is a parcel of the creator. He is the creator and the creation simultaneously, containing the same life energy, composed of the same elements. The same spark of life that makes the sun shine is the same spark of life that makes his heart beat. The friction btwn Love and Fear... the interaction of positive and negative forces...Energy in motion...Life perpetuates itself... Flowing and crashing like water, swirling and blowing like the wind, burning alive from the inside out, emitting rays of Love and Light, flowing like a river to the infinite sea,waves crashing and receding against the perimeters of the shore...

The Heart of the Sun.

The Sun is the heart of the solor system, the nucleus of the the atom, the core of the apple... It is that self-perpetuating nucleus of energy, the friction of ions of positive and negative elements as they are sucked into a black hole, spiraling forever into the nothingness and everythingness of the cosmos.

Either: Or

We can either go thru the motions and spend our precious life energy in defence of an ideal that no longer exists... Or, we can create a new world out of the ruins of the old and make our own ideals a reality.

The almighty beast.

God requires blood for the remission of sins...Bring a sacrifice to the almighty...a pure spotless lamb...youth and innocence slaughtered by the blade of the high priest...He is a roaring Lion, seeking whom he may devour...a savage beast, mad with rage... the high priest takes the choicest cuts of the meat after he slits the throat of the bleeting lamb and drains its blood into a basin and brings it into the most holy of holies in the tabernacle of the holy spirit of a holy god that desires fresh blood...scattering the bones of ravaged, cold carcasses, always thirsty for fresh blood... Sing your praises and adoration of your Lord and Master. Sing for eternity on your streets of gold. May you live forever in paradise and be washed by the blood of the lamb.

Ghosts among us.

There are ghosts among us... energy lingers... the spirits of the dead wander to and fro about the earth freely... Revealing themselves when they desire to be acknowledged... If you listen you can hear the blood of my people crys out from the ground.

Faith.

I guess sometimes hope can be a curse and faith can lead you in circles in the desert for 40 years. Be careful what you wish for...and even more careful about what you believe in. To have faith is to place your entire weight on one thing.

A road map, a calender and a cup of coffee...

sitting down on a sunday morning with a roadmap and a calander and a cup of coffee... It's time to be moving along but I don't know which way to go...should I go north or south or east or west or maybe somewhere in between is best... above and below, at the same time... I think I lost my frame of reference... I'm in need of some direction... i think i'll hop a train to the other side...

spaceship.

Traveling soon... I feel like i've been lost in a lulluby... need some sort of rebirth... a trip to the moon would be nice... building a rocket ship... out of duct tape and zip-ties... does anybody have any rocket fuel?

I'm crazy...

It's not that I'm crazy...I'm just on a higher plane of conciousness... aware of things that you know nothing about... you can just continue to remain in your illusatory world and never mind me... cause after all, I'm crazy.

Lament of Cain2

You have herded my people like sheep...leading them to the slaughter, starting with the first-born. Your rod and your staff, they oppress me. You have turned your laws and statutes against me. You have abandoned me into the desert to be eaten by vultures. YOu have pillaged and plundered my peaceful settlements, killing my brothers and sisters and children, taking the young virgins for your pleasure, dividing the plunder among your officers...the high priest recieves the choicest cuts of meat and the remainder is divided among the priests to sell in the marketplace. cursed be your god who requires blood for the remission of sins. Your god is your stomach and your pride.

Technicolor Jesus

when every ride you take just carries you to nowhere
and every train you catch takes you further down the line
you can follow me but I don't know where I'm going
but I don't think it really matters all the same

When you're searching for a god beyond the staind glass windows
Technicolor Jesus don't turn water into wine
You can follow me but i don't know where i'm going
but i don't think it really matters all the same

When your reflection turns to stone behind the rails across the mirror
the bats are silent, sweeping thru the sky across the moon
the chimes of the churchbells echo thru the alley
outside on the catwalk I hear a pipers tune
You can follow me but i don't know where i'm going
but i don't think it really matters all the same
searching for a god beyond the staind glass windows
technicolor jesus don't turn water into wine

The Lord.

Lord is a word that does not appear in the original texts of the old testament...It is an old english word that means Master. King James replaced YHWY, also translated as Yahway or the german translation "Jehova".

It was the Lord's arrogance that threw Lucifer from heaven, his pride and desire to be in control that denied Adam and Eve of the gift of knowledge and it was his fear that drove them out of the garden with curses. It was the Lords thirst for blood that rejected Cain's sacrifice and demanded a blood sacrifice. It was the Lord that abandoned him to the desert, exiled him from the fertile land so his brothers could graze their sheep, It was the Lord's jealousy thru his servant Sara that exiled Hagar and Ishmeal into the desert to be eaten by the coyotes and the zopilotes. The worst and most bestial traits of human nature are the pillars of society. It was the Lord that divided the land between Abrahams 12 other sons, the sons of Sara; and proclaimed war on the sons of Ismeal, the son of Hagar, the first-born son of Abraham. The first-born was robbed of his inheritance and exiled into the barren land as a young boy. The young man and his mother sought refuge with the sons of Cain and Ishmeal became a great patriarch among his mothers people. He built cities that were sacked by the sons of Sara, his settlements were raided and plundered not even women and children were spared. It is the Lord that proclaimed genocide on these nomadic, exiled tribes that wondered the barren lands with no home. It was the Lord that proclaimed war on their cities, killing women and children with no mercy and shamelessly dividing the plunder. The sons of Ismeal along with the sons of Cain were exiled from the promised land. They roamed in the desert for centuries, persecuted and afflicted on all sides by the 12 tribes of Isreal. 14 hundred years after Jesus, a warrior prophet united his people against the oppression of the Jews, He raised an army and wrote his letters in the blood of his oppressors. He wrote a book and united his brothers in Holy Jihad, Jihad means defensive struggle. He had a vision for his people to share in the bounty of the Promised Land and live without fear and war, in peace. This was the message of Jesus Christ.

When Jesus spoke of his heavenly father, he was not reffering to Yahway, the "Lord" of the old testament. YHWY was never referred to as "Father". Jesus said to the Jews "YOUR Father is the DEVIL." YHWY is a facist, blood thirsty warmonger. Nationalism personified into a Diety. The old testament is the propaganda of a fascist regime. It is the text that contains the bi-laws of this hier-archial regime.
Jesus was crucified because he blasphemed their god and offered the people an alternative to their servile obediance to their Lord and Master that required blood for the remission of sins. His Father was Agape Love, Agape is a greek word for the highest form of Love in their language (they have more than one word for Love.) Agape Love is unconditional Love, Love without expectations and demands, True Love keeps no record of wrongs, Complete empathy, forgiveness, and understanding, the awareness of the souls unity with another. Agape Love is exact opposite, the anti-thesis of this Mytho-logical deity that required blood for the remission of sins. This is why Jesus said "Your Father is the Devil!" This is why he overturned the tables of the money changers and set the pigions loose from their cages where they were bought and sold to be slain for a God that requires blood for the remission of sins. The high priest always got the choicest cuts of the meat and the rest was distributed among the priests. This is why he spoke of the lion laying down with the lamb and a little child leading them. He said you must first become as a child to enter the kingdom of heaven, blameless and without shame, naked in the garden...he said i will tear this temple down. He was crucified because he blasphemed their god and rejected their authority. breaking the sabbeth laws and eating grain that was reserved for the priests...his first miricle was turning water that was sanctified as holy water by the priests to be used for their purpose, into wine for a wedding party. Jesus was crucified as a rebel and a dissenter, a friend of gentile sinners, the outcasts of society, the infedels and unbelievers.

Whether he is alive or dead is irrelevant. What matters is his teachings. HE was not merely a self-rightous martyr but a revolutionary teacher. He lived and died for what he believed in. He believed in something beyond himself. He was as a finger pointing to the moon. A free thinker, an emancipator of his people, he came to set the captives free and give sight to the blind. He profaned the temple, broke the sabbath laws, turned the holy water into wine, overturned the tables of the money changers, and called their father the devil. He was crucified for his blasphemey.

The Empire was losing power because their were so many people following Jesus and losing faith in the institution, they conspired to kill him, Saul was one of those militant defenders of the faith that sought to kill him and his followers, Believing that his message was dangerous, but had a change of heart and spent the rest of his days as Paul, and wrote a new testament, the foundation of the Christian faith. Paul was confronted with a view point that blew his mind and spent the rest of his days trying to reconcile his deeply entrenched jewish beliefs with the teachings of Jesus. He basically started organized churches and spread his teachings far and wide, He paved the Roman road to salvation...Christianity would more appropriatly be named "Paul-ianity". Paul does not dispute the authority of YWHWY the god that requires blood for the remission of sins. The teachings of Paul place the emphasis on the blood of Jesus, rather that on his teachings, Paul, once again brings the revolution full circle into a new orthedoxy where a blood sacrifice is nessary. Paul distorted the message of Jesus and created a new orthedoxy, placing the emphasis on his spilled blood. He was obvoiously brainwashed by this bloody regime.

Jesus was not a God in flesh any more than you or me. He just came to the realization that he was just part of a larger whole. He awakened to the consiousness of being a part of a universal cosmical soul. His eyes were opened and he saw thru the illusions of the world, He was endowed with the knowledge of good and evil, He was as wise as a serpent...He called out the evil men corrupted by greed and hate and pride, defied them as they tried to use their power to create war and possess and control the Land and have dominion over the beasts of the field and the birds of the air.

The Devil sits atop his throne he has placed above the earth and her children. The Devil claims possession over the earth and her bounty,enslaving her children,they are forced to earn their bread by the sweat of their brow.Forbidding them to eat of the tree of the knowledge of good and evil, their sacred medicines that are grown in the soil are up-rooted and burned, they are forbidden their sacrements and prescribed poisen for their ailments that they obtained serving under their tyrannical regime.

The day of judgement is nigh. You will be cast from your throne and you will slither on your belly in the dust...and I will crush your head with my heel.

Letters to the Devil...

IAMI do hereby claim possession over my own body, my own mind, and my own soul. I am not your property. have no jurisdiction over my body or possessions. You do not have my consent to govern me with violence and brute force. I will not respect the authority of any outside force that imposes its will upon me with oppression and violence. You have persecuted me and harrassed me, stripped me of my freedom, selling it back to me like it was some kind of commodity, and i respect not your authority.I do not understand your narcisistic desire to be in control of things and situations that in no way concern you. You have no right to violate my free will, and you have no jurisdiction over my body and my possessions. I am not your property, I am a free man. I am not a criminal. I have done nothing wrong. I have not violated any of your laws. I am a peaceful person. I want only to be free to wander to and fro about the earth and walk up and down upon it without being molested or detained. I follow a higher order than your arbitrary laws and I have a path that I am traveling and my mission will not be thwarted by your system that claims jurisdiction over my body and my possessions. You do not have my consent. I will not be governed by violence and brute force. I will not submit my will to an evil, fascist dictator. I will not respect the authority of a man who rules over me with weapons and pursues me with violent intent even when I flee into the hills to escape his Tyranny. You do not have my consent. I do not want war. I wish only for peace. but, in the words of a prophet...I'm too close to the edge, don't push me.

Mission Statement.

I am here to speak the Truth in Love, to set the captives free, i've created my own prison i've got to start with me...Redemption is my own responsibility. Freedom is a state of mind. Love is Truth. Love is Law.

Confessions of a Psycotic Blue Collar Worker.

walkin round with a chip on my shoulder and a beam in my eye
a cross on my back and a coat and a tie...just your average Joe Schmo and I've got the workin man's blues.
and I've got my doubts and questions but lately i don't give a damn
i've got my reservations bout father god and uncle sam.

I'm gonna quit my job and start a revolution gonna burn a flag and scream fuck the institution cuz i'm sick and tired of all this pollution and they done tore up the constitution . uncle sam used it to wipe his greedy ass. yeah, I'm gonna quit my job and hold a black mass gonna worship satan and put a curse on your ass, gonna ride a bike and boycott gas...

Cage the Dragon...

cage the dragon and put it on a leash...make it yours...accept it as a part of you...your own personal demon...Master it. Control it. Use it as a tool...A weapon...an appendage. Feed it as if it were your own body. Channel energy thru an umbilical cord like it was a newborn child. Focus power to the pinnicle of the pyramid...like a reflection of a sun ray on a steel blade sets fire to the grass if held by a steady hand...
We're swimming in a sea of astral fluid in the womb of the universe, worshipping the lord of all the stars...as long as there is a rainbow the sun will shine.

The Giant Cosmic Fiery Coal.

Gravy goes with Rice like Peanut butter and Jelly
they go together nice like Regis and Kelly
You can't have one with out the other
it's like a newborn baby without it's mother
Peaches and Cream, A boat and a River
Simese twins sharing a liver
all these things go together all right
you can't have the day without the night
We're all just different bodies with the same old soul
spinning around this giant cosmic fiery coal.

It is what it is and it ain't what it aint
we're all sinners and there aren't any saints
as it is so shall it be
but if it's gonna change i guess it's up to you and me
but there really ain't no such thing as being in control
and that's the way it rolls
spinning round this giant cosmic fiery coal.

Left over grits and refried beans
the time and the place and the end and the means
the above and below and the in-between
the joker and the jack and the kings and the queen

Circles and Squares, Kristofferson and U2
Creation, Destruction, Brahma, Shiva and Vishnu
The Good and the Bad
Lucifer and Jehova
The Yin and the Yang
and the couch and the sofa
all these things go together allright
you can't have the day
without the night
We're all just different bodies with the same old soul
and that's the way it rolls
we're all spinning around this giant cosmic fiery coal.

Dear Cheif of Police,

I have spoken to the state attorney about officer tucker and his behavoir on New Years Day. Officer Tucker behaved in a way that was completely innapropriate and a disgrace to your department and everything it stands for. He has abused the power that you have bestowed upon him. I am sure that you are aware, as the blood on the ticket that I signed under duress testifies, officer Tucker opposed me with violence that was completely unprovoked. I have never seen such a vehement display of cop rage. Officer Tucker was out of control. I would hope that you as a man of authority, would have the awareness and the wisdom to know when a man under your command is not fit, or not in a proper state of mind to fullfill his duty to serve and protect. I am prepared to appeal to the highest power nessecary to ensure that officer Tucker's behavior does not go unchecked.