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.