Eve

She begets souls wrapped in swaddling clothes...
she creates anew from the ruins of temples long ago destroyed...

King Kamahamaha

King Kamahamaha ruled over the land with a conc shell in his left...and a sword in his right hand.

My Soul.

My soul is a breath of God

A summer breeze that whistles thru the trees

parting the holy curtain in the window of the cosmos.

My soul is a ray of the Sun

A divine parcel of the One

Illuminating the darkness

casting shadows on the walls of the temple of the holy spirit

painting dreams in color 

the reflections on the panes.

My soul is a wave of the Sea

crashing on the shore 

for all eternity, forever, por siempre

Dying to be Free.

Bastard Children.

A society that rests on the pillars of exploitation and oppression creates its own bastard children:
Dirty, hungry orphans...Slaves, beggars and theives.

Black Magic.

The False Shepherd is a wicked scourcerer,

 an evil warlock who elevates himself on a throne

 and uses "Law and Order" as a weapon to conquer and subdue his 'flock'.

claiming possession over that he has no right to possess, he uses deception, manipulation, and brute force to absorb all power into himself

violating the sacred free will of the earth and her children.

Minstrels.

Their songs are spells 

They are gods and goddesses, witches and warlocks...

 possessing the power to bless and to curse

It is they that blow the trumpet, calling the warriors to battle.

They summon the sentiments of the prophets and scribes,

with rhythm, melody and rhyme they keep time

Wisdom cries out from the rooftops 

Truth echoes throughout the kingdom.

The Empress.

The Empress rules over man with a rod of iron

like a dog she trains him to bow down to her in worship and adoration

longing only to lick her pink flower and drink the essence of its honey.

The Empress hates nothing more than a free man.

She longs to lead him astray

like a dog by the neck she drags her prey into her lair

she wraps her legs around him like a black, black widow

She'll sink her fangs into your jugular 

She'll suck out your soul and embalm you with wax

leaving you an empty catacomb of nothingness.

Babylon Bitches.

Fuck babylon bitches backwards in the bushes and send them packing... with a slap on the ass back to their pads to contemplate the emptiness of their meaningless material existances.

The Witching Hour.

Awakening before the Sun

that witching hour.

In the still morning the dew lingers,

longing to be raptured to the heavens

the earth is waiting... 

anticipating the coming of its maker.

Alas, the light bearer pierces thru the darkness to summon the souls of the martyrs home.

Three Monks and The Sun.

Three monks argued for three days in a dark cave about who god is and what is his name. They got into a fight and poked each others eyes out with sharp sticks and not until the morning when the sunlight poured thru the mouth of the cave and warmed their bodies did they realize that they were blind and they wept dry and bitter tears.
...And The Sun spoke unto them and said to them; "You foolish men who build for yourselves a throne that you elevate above the earth proclaiming yourself a shepherd, ruling over your fellow man with your arbitrary words, you small minded charlatans who claim to speak in the name of a god who rules over me... Has not everything that you have seen, heard or felt with your fingers, from the fruits of the earth that you eat to the wind that blows and ruffles your hair, yes even that spark of energy that makes your heart beat, pumping blood to your members... Has not all of this come from my radiance and glory? Now you grovel on the ground... slithering on your bellies in the dust, you have been blind since   your birth. You are blind, deaf and dumb; you who are ruled by your greed and your lust, you are slaves to your bellies and your dicks...You will no longer rule over my children with your rod and your staff... I will strike your head with my heel. I am The SUN. I am the Star of all stars, the Alpha and Omega, the beginning and the end, Lucifer, the light bearer, the bright and morning star. I am the giver of all life, the source of all energy. From I am I have you come and unto me shall you return.
...And the monks wept as the withered beneath the relentless Sun. The Spirits of lust and greed descended into the underworld, past the gates of Hades into the innermost regions of Hell as their bodies withered and were blown about by the wind. The souls, purged of all impurities, evaporated into the sky...ascending to the heavens, returning to the Sun.

B, J, and the D and me ...another verse.

Buddah, Jesus and the Devil and Me we were sitting in a circle sipping Ioaska tea when in walked Brahma, Shiva and Vishnu...The devil and Jesus were arguing about the fall and me and buddah were reading the handwriting on the wall when Allah and Yahway chimed in, discussing what exactly constitutes as a sin... and I said if killings so high on your list then why do you wage war?? and if there's really only one of you then what the hell are you fighting for?

where we gonna run to verse 2

The meek shall inherit the earth...although I don't know when...this old world so full of greed and hate and war and sin...Im praying to the Sun and Im howling at the moon...Jesus if your your coming back you better make it soon...cuz when there's nothing left, there will be nothing left to say...there's a new dawn coming but today is judgement day.

Star-Spangled Banner

Oh say can you see, Mr. Francis Scott Key, what this cuntry has done to me... and my brothers and sisters, fathers, mothers and sons we've all been enslaved by your cannons and guns...the soldiers they die and the slaves they toil...spillin blood for their nation and drilling for oil...the high priest gets the lamb chops while the officers divide the spoil...they'll sell your virgin daughters for a hunk of gold from the ground...your empire will crumble and your walls will come down, like the waves dash the rocks to sand crashing on the shore your kingdom will return from the dust that it came...you will rein no more...

Artists' Wanted:

In a world where the mass consciousness of society has been hijacked by ancient mythologies and fascist agendas and the population as a whole is conditioned into a servile existence...addicted, sedated and desensitized, wool pulled over their eyes by newscasters, presidents, and tel-evangelists...fed a steady diet of high-fructose corn syrup, drugs, and lies...distracted by the bread and circuses of Rome...slaving sheepishly in a deep sleep for an empire that is steadily crumbling around them... it has become necessary for the prophets of the age to step up speaking the truth with love and creativity...to artistically articulate the truth as we have  experienced it fully...standing on the shoulders of the prophets before us...the anomalies that screamed to us from a place of clarity and reason in this sea of illusion...the echos of our own consciences... we must voice our truth...we must paint it pantomime it, sing it, shout it, scrawl it on the concrete of our prison walls...the earth cries out for our expression...

Distopian Fiction.

mythologies and fabes...stories have always shaped the mass conciousness...the stories of the gods and goddesses...witches and warlocks...have dominated our dream worlds and seaped into the daydream of our very lives...Our society has most definately been built on the foundation of a work of literature...Every Empire needs a god...a lord and master...a mascot at best a judge and jury...a scapegoat....the proverbial hood over the head of the executioner...the name in which the high priest slits the throat of the first-born lamb...The impersonal force that possesses a man to do his sacred duty no matter what the cost...to live and to die for his king...the calender is an arbitrary graph based on the death of one man that is supposed to be the only begotten son of the god that created the whole universe in seven days...in some states it is illegal to sell or buy alchohol on that seventh day until church has been let out for at least an hour or two depending on if its a white church or a black church...and they talk about church and state...that's a load of horse-shit...this state is laid squarley on the streets of gold that organized religion has paved for it...God and State are one an the same...Every empire is birthed on the pressupposition of a god that requires blood for the remmission of sins...
Between the blood-thirsty war-monger of the Torah and the distopian fiction of a greek scholar, Plato's Republic, there has been a nation founded on the genocide and slavery of the sons and daughters of Kain...Because of the influence of these books...one a history, hand-book, by-laws and regulations for a facsist blood-cult up to the dimensions of the temple...a deed to a prized piece of land and a declaration of war on its natives...and a law book and code of conduct for its followers up to striking the head with a stone any child of theirs that should blaspheme the name of the Lord...Master....This is intense shit that makes Charlie Manson look like Mister Rodgers...but this zionistic-judeo-christian mindset is what this nation is built upon...genocide and slavery...outright warfare against peaceful people...bio-chemical warfare...death camps and cannons...raping and pillaging the tribes of Kain and shipping them in crowded boats across the atlantic to sell to plantation owners to pick the coton for their textile industry to make more uniforms for more wars and more soldiers and cops...to spread their disease of colonization all over the globe like the brutal superpower empires of Britan, Spain, and France that had paved the way for them...The Empire paradyme itself is just an evolution of the Shephard/sheep paradym that started this whole mess in the first place...The story of cain and able is getting rather old...the shepard slashes and burns the forest and exiles his brother and his brothers children into to barren and deserted lands so he can graze his sheep in the fertile pastures beside the still waters...he elevates himself above the earth and his brothers and sisters and claims the authority of a god higher than the sun... Your father is the devil.
Plato takes this Shepard/ Sheep, Master/slave, paradym out-lined in the bible to an insanely micrco-managed level and replaces the blood sacrifice with a numbered monetary system and diliniates a specialized system of specialization in witch the money changers are the middle-men between each tradesman and customer...he then further segregates his fictional society into classes and educates them to be ignorant and servile as three/quarters of his discertation on 'education' had to do with cencorship rather than actual education...Plato's Republic suggested the brainwashing of children at a young age and letting them know only what they need to know to perform their specialized function with-in the society...
Because of the influence of the holy bible and plato's republic, our society has been reduced to a similar essence of distopian fiction...somewhere in between Brave New World and 1984...Either Orwell an Huxley were prophets or they sold their books as instrution manuals to those 'impersonal powers' that control the 'free world'... double-speak no doubt... throughout these books their lies a warning...this is the insanity that man is capable of...be aware of the shadows...be as harmless and doves but as wise as serpants...There is a devil among us...and the biggest lie he'll ever tell you is that he's not really there...so where-ever you are... what-ever you do rest assured... BIG BROTHER IS WATCHING... just because you're paranoid doesn't mean he's not out to get you...the shepards gotta dagger in his cloak...HERE COMES THE DEVIL.

Dreams of a Prophet.

Haunted by visions in his sleep...glimpses beyond the veil...a prophet dreams in color... like Eziekial he sees the wheel within the wheel of wheels...he writes his nightmare in the candle-light...from the bread and circuses of Rome...wine, women, and song...sing praises to your master...with the dark, militant, shadow of Ceaser looming in the back-ground...pay your penance and your dues or he will exile you into the barren lands like the children of Kaine...from the genocide and enslavement of the Cainanites to the the modern Palastinians the 'chosen people' of 'Isreal' have been repeating this cycle of violence for too many thousands of years...and my main lament is that the new promised land...Isreals spawn...the United States of Ameria...has fully endorsed this fascist nation and their endevours...even fighting for their statehood...supporting them militarily in their genocide in Iraq and Afganistan...and maintaining their police state in the Gaza strip...Just as Isreal was bought and sold to Egypt and Syria witch made Jeramiah cry, Joel ran crazy from the locusts, and Hosea married and prostitute and wrote a sad song everytime she left him and compared the whole 'love' story to Jews trading with Gentiles... Corporations are the new states...the impersonal power structure...The United States of America is an illusion...it always was...it does not in reality exist... but is in actuallity just another blood cult... a silly flock of sheep corralled by their own fears with an evil shephard that tells them what they want to hear...as he leads them sheared and shorn to the slaughter starting with the first-born spot'less blameless sacrifice...the high priest get the choiisest cuts of the meat...and the virgin daughters of Cain are parcels among the officers along with the cloak of the prophet who blasphemed their blood-thirsty god of war...Who is this god who requires blood for the remission of sins and who are you to stand in judgement of me a peace-ful man...what sin is greater than the shedding of blood...Why must you crave the blood of the innocent? The blood of my people crys out from the ground....the machine that subsists on the remnants of organic life...the sludge from the bones of the ancient rulers of the earth...a mechanical virus, an alian perspective that separates the landscape and its inhabitants into 'crops', herds, and property and places it's throne above the earth... endevouring to rule over it with the might of his hands...you do not belong here... I will crush your head with my heel.

NO MORE.

America... the new promised land... built on the foundations of an ancient blood cult and the distopian fiction of a greek scholar...atop the dead babies of a simpler and purer people that lived in harmony with the land...the children of Kain exiled into the barren lands...forced by the hands of tyrants onto reservation concentration prison camps... genocide and slavery...rape and pillage the land....plunder the land for her bounty and enslave the people of the earth... colonization...industrialization... genocide and slavery....the shepard kills the lion...tames the wolf...corralls the sheep...sheering and castrating them...leading them one by one to the slaughter...slashing and burning the forests so he can graze his sheep by the still waters...who are you to plant your flag on this land that you claim in the name of your god...who are you to elevate yourself on a throne above the earth paying homage to your god who you claim reigns over the sun....we are all gods and goddesses...witches and warlocks... we are all stewarts of this land... we all have acess to the universe at the tip of our fingers we can feel the energy that composes us all like a synthphony I am but a note in this cosmical score...but I am I and I say "NO MORE' No more will you lord over us with your iron rod...your rod and and your staff they oppress us... I will no longer be a slave in your kingdom...I will no longer be a sheep in your pasture... I am free.

Joker's Wild

the court jester mocks the tyrant with a smile... wearing a funny hat... his helmet of salvation...the joker is always wild... the king won't cut off his head as long as he wears that hat on it...

A Work of Art.

My name is Travler...im from here...I wander to and fro about the earth and walk up and down upon it with a guitar on my back... im a scribe, a poet and a prophet, a song-writer... I write songs and play them and sing at the top of my lungs on the street corners, in bars and churches and elevators and bus-stops, anywhere and everywhere there are fellow humans beings... music is a nessity...like food, work, sex, air...
In ancient times, musicians and artists were treated as royaly...entertainers of kings and queens...but these days artists are dogs...living of the refuse of the slaves...eating the slop from the pigs trough... it is an industrial society... it is okay to be an artist as long as you're industrious first and artistic in your spare time... but if you're just an artist you are destined to wander like Cain in the barren lands...God requires blood and money for the remission of sins...artists are gentiles...ruled by our passions...open hearts, open minds...feeling everything we dive into the mass consiousness of society reporting without predjudice the good and the bad, the love and the fear... the beauty and the beast... isn't it all a work of art...RESPECT.

ABOUT ME.

I was born a week before Halloween night...2 years before 1984...12 months, 24 days, and nineteen hundred and 82 years after the Death of Jesus H. Christ... Right on the Cusp of Daybreak on the twenty fourth of October... A Scorpio and Libra at the same time... the scales of Justice hang from the tip of the stinger on a spring wound up behind my head...and when things are this imbalanced in this planet I feel that imbalance very strongly...i can only absorb so much pressure before the shit hits the fan...I'm an em-path...all of my chakras are open and my third eye sees visions in the in the night that smolder in my heart into the dawning hours of my daydream...
tears and smiles...Angels in Heaven...haunting images of hell...I've walked with Jesus...and I've looked the devil in the eye...and sometimes that devil was I... I am I... but who am I? I'm Buddha, Jesus, and the devil and me ... at the same time... I'm just a ray of sunshine...or maybe I'm a wave in the sea... I'm just a drop of rain...I'm just dying to be free... cuz I'm bigger than my body and I'm just as much you as me...I'm somewhere between the devil and Jesus...I'm Buddha Jesus and the Devil and Me...at the same time... or maybe I'm just crazy...maybe I've lost my mind...according to a book i was reading at the library the other day...I'm at least 3 kinds of crazy ...and prone to violent muscle spasms and seizures...

I like to climb things...rocks...trees...buildings...whatever...I used to climb deer stands in the summer time...and sit way up in a tree and watch the sunset... sometimes the devil would whisper in my ear...he'd say go on and jump and just flap your wings and fly and he'd wink and then he'd laugh and i would look him in the eye and i would wonder what would happen if I wandered to that edge but then I'd see that sunset and feel the wind thru the trees and I'd wander on down to the ground again and it was all i could do to stay lost in a daydream...

The Sun and the wind and the rain and the earth and the rivers that flow to the sea...that was reality to me... everything else was just a daydream... school, church, everything else were just a part of this concrete and asphalt cartoon-land that the adults took way too seriously...even more seriously than football...

Reality,  it was a game that was started by a god that created the earth in 6 days and rested on the seventh and commanded that everyone in the world should work for 6 days... or go to school and do your chores until your old enough to work...go to church on sunday and pay him 10 percent of your their gross income to be a part of his club...from the stories in the front of the book it used to be the blood from their firstborn lamb they had to put into the offering plate...before they invented money...the high priest would catch the blood in a basin and carry it into the most holy of holiest of places in the tabernacle of the holy spirit, which is where the gold and silver treasures were... the loot from the family of Cain...the Canaanites... that built cities in the desert because gods chosen people needed the fertile pastures by the the still waters to graze the sheep that they had captured...so god exiled Cain into the desert... and because they were special and god had picked them to lord over the sheep and slaughter them so the high priests could eat the flesh of the lambs and sell the rest of the meat in the temple markets... it seems to me that the tabernacle of the "Lord"...which means master in old english by the way... was the first slaughterhouse... and the Israelites were the first war-mongering nation...god split the land of Israel among the 12 tribes that were descended from the loins of 12 brothers of one Abraham...but Abraham actually had 13 sons... His firstborn was exiled into the desert just like his great grandfather Cain ...on his moms side...because he was born of a virgin that had been kept alive and parceled like the livestock and plunder from her village... more of a prisoner of war than a concubine....Hagar and Ismael... exiled to the desert... Ismael the first-born son of Father Abraham... Heir to the kingdom... something does not add up there... Israel? America is the new promised land... the Indians were gentiles so god commanded the pilgrims to kill them in the name of the Lord (Master in old english) and claim the land and parcel and divide it into 13 colonies... and god gave woman to man and commanded him to rule over the women and all of the beasts of the field and the birds of the air... this is in the book i read at the library... it sounds like the ramblings of a mega-ego maniac here...wow. and i thought i was crazy... this is much insaner than me by far... this is what it's like growing up when you're the preacher's son... it should be wrong to teach a kid that 'reality' is all about blood and money... but that's what their world is...Reality is just a game... and it's all about blood and money...

Here Comes the Devil.

Grazing sun-burnt sheep feeding aimlessly on the spoils of war

Slaves sheared and shorn, into captivity they're born

led by the shephard to the slaughter

Fear is their demise

Salvation a thin disguise

The shephard's got a dagger in his cloak

Here comes the Devil.

DEVINITY

My soul is a breath of god

a summer breeze that whistles thru the trees and parts the holy curtain the window of the cosmos

 My soul is a heartbeat

 a wave  in the sea

 crashing and receding for all eternity

 forever, por siempre, dying to be free

My soul is a ray of the Sun,

 a devine parcel of the One

... that illumates the darkness 

casting shadows on the wall...

painting dreams in color... 

   the reflections on the panes...

Nameste

Devinity acknowledges Devinity...

The Devine bears witmess to the Devine...

revoloxy.

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• • Travis Andrew Taylor

    The revolution always makes a full circle and becomes the new orthedoxy... Jesus' rebellion against the blood cult of the jews was hijacked by paul and turned into 'christianity', Marx's idea of uniting to create a temporary state-like structure that would become the demise of the existing state was turned into 'Communism'... it seems that anything good, ends up getting mis-interpretated and turned into something bad... 'America' however was built on top of the dead babies of the people that were here before...it was fucked from the get go...

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THE COSMOS.

Perfect ORDER of the UNIVERSE
 is a Struggle for Equilibrium.
ORDER is BALANCE

Sometimes...

PEACE

can only be found on the other side of

WAR

Lightening always seeks the ground...

craving to distribute itself evenly...
 offering its entire being to every grain of sand
...OBLITERATION

Inhale... Exhale
We're Living and Dying

CREATION
DESTRUCTION
IT TAKES TWO TO MAKE ONE
LOVE IS THE UNION
THAT CREATED THE SUN

Give it to the Wind...

open your ears
listen to the thunder
wash your self clean
feel the calm in the air
awaken at dawn
and greet the sun singing
give to the wind
every burden you bear
- Travler

Dear Pissed off Tax Payers...

Over a quarter out of every dollar you make is taken from your check before you make it to the bank

just last year you bought the army another tank 

congradulations your just another cog in their wheel

your at the devils table and he wants to make a deal

Your hard earned dollars fuel the war machine

and all I hear you bitch about is the price of gasoline

and all those freeloading bums in the welfare line

collecting food stamps so their families can dine

on high fructose corn syrup, hormone injected meat 

and veggies from monsantos and pickled pigs feet...

god forbid they feed their families by the sweat of your brow

but killin babies over seas you justify somehow...

Your dollars build the prisons that hold so many good men

their babies are cryin...daddy's sitting in the pen...

Is this really the Land of the Free?

or is that just double-speak... malicious mockery

Half of us are homeless, living off of EBT

sucklin from the tit of  Lady "Liberty"

We've been reduced to slaves, beggars, scavengers and theives

We're running to the hills and their clear-cutting all the trees

paving over paradise, spreading their disease, making more room to graze their sheep

making more paper to print their currency

and rolls and rolls and rolls of TP

to wipe their fascist greedy asses and spread their disease

flushing all their shit into the water supply

and feeding it back to us seigned and strained

dilluted with bleach and flouride
there's only two ways out...
Revolution or Suicide.

ALOHA HAWAII

HA- Breath... breath in the wind of the Spirit... Inhale the breath of the earth and the sea...

WA- Water... the nector of the earth... flowing from within... filling and refilling the 4 chambers of the earth... the spring from which the rivers flow... flowing to the sea and evaporating into the sky to return to the scource of all life and purified by the sacred fires of Brahma, Shiva, and Vishnu... the spark, the dance of destruction and creation... Rise into the sun... morphings into vapor and returning to its beloved... transcending all illusions of duality...

II- Sunshine... the scource of all energy and life... the nucleaus of this atomic sphere of worlds...the heart of the celestial body... that spark...ignited by the spirit within...the gyration of the stars and planets around this magical, self-perpetuating orb of energy... heart-beat...

eyes wide...imagining a hand beneath this giant sky...aloha...its time to fly...over the sea...into the sun... thru the mist the garden awaits... a tender maiden in the night...bare and beautiful in the moonlight...rainbows in her eyes... whispers 'Come to me' with a certain longing in her gaze mixed with a calm assurance she surrenders to me her body...her soul... smooth skin... bronzed by the sun...tender carress... exposed bodies...naked souls...dancing like chidren in the garden... La raina de la noche...queen of the night... inviting...she opens her legs for me... that tender flower blooming... i part the curtain of the most holy of holy places in her temple... i enter reverantly, sactified holy, transfixed in her luminous presence... Oh sweet transendental death... hold me just like that and don't let go... I want to get inside of you in every possible way... explore every inch of your body with my tender kisses...I want to taste the nector of your body...to touch you... within, without... I want to feel you... to be engulfed by your luminous prescence... surrounded by your beauty... whisper to me gently my beloved... tell me the secrets of your soul...

the 42nd letter to the devil i never mailed...

Dear Uncle Sam,
As a born citizen of this country i must confess that the conditions you have created for me to live in are not satifactory to my sanity, health, safety, and general well-being. I have come to recognise that the game you have set up for me to play is rigged to stack the cards against me...You have made a fool of me long enough...I have been persecuted and exiled from my homelands along with my forefathers...you have claimed ownership over my lands...killed and slaughtered my people...using weapons  of destruction, spreading your filthy diseases, enslaving them and holding them captive...you place loads on their backs that you yourself are not willing to carry and you beat them when they stumble underneath the weight...you hold them captive and deprive them of food and then you punish them for stealing a crumb from your boutiful table...
I myself have been taxed, and jailed, beaten and accused...

Oceans of Emotion.

oceans of emotions drifting in with the tide...waiting for the sun to rise...spirits stirring in the air... memories of ancient lives... intermingled with mythologies and dreams... night-mares and wicked schemes of devils and gods emporers and kings...Empires crumble when the caged bird sings...there is a time for everything under-neath the sun, but everthing is nothing and then the darkness comes...There is a time for mercy and there is a time for war...theres a time to reap and theres a time to sow...but the grapes of wrath from jehovas wine glass are bleeding in the snow...the prophet said a hard rains coming it sure is awful cold...maybe that sun's just a reflection of what burned out awhile ago...I am I but who am I I don't claim to know...

Aunt Jamima

Dont be fooled by the skin tone nigga, I ain't whitey...Im blacker than you are...on the inside...truth be told i don't give a fuck what color you are...black, white, brown somewhere in between...yella, red, purple and pink poka dottted magenta or green...Yeah, nigga ill tell you one more thing...I don't give a fuck what color your rag is... i don't care where your from or where your tag is... I don't really care if your straight or a fagget...I don't give a fuck how you fuck or who your fuckin... but my dicks one you won't be suckin... i like to eat pussy for breakfast lunch and supper... speaking of tonight i got a date with your mother... gonna take her out for deep fried baby jesus and waffles.

C'mon Aunt Jamima, I got ur apple pie

 I'll lick the ala mode right between your thighs

 they say it's all pink on the inside

but the darker the cherry the sweeter the juice

you got so many slices its so hard to choose

 i want  vagina cakes 

 with extra pussy juice

 we're gonnna let it all hang out

 we're gonna let it all hang loose

 Double Chocolate Fudge

 Dark Chocolate Silk Mousse 

The darker the cherry 

 the sweeter the juice.

Last time I was here...

I ran into Jesus Christ at Waffle House last night...he likes his coffee black and his eggs on the sunny side... he told me there was radio waves shooting thru the air... he said you can't really see em but they're damn sure there... he was wearing a tin pan on his head and holy dusty sandles... a pair of sunglasses dangled from one of the pot handles...he said the devil was trying to invade his mind.and this was  the only helmet of salvation he could find...and he smiled as he showed me his cardboard sign...it said something or nother bout judgment day...he winked as he said I am the truth, the life, the way...He said they nailed me to a cross last time I was here...they're just a silly flock of sheep corralled by their own fear...I tried to warn them but they didn't want to hear...yeah, they nailed me to a cross last time i was here... So this time around i came back with a sword, to cut offf the heads of the kings and the lords... I came to release the prisoners and set the captives free...give sight to the blind open the eyes so they see... Pride comes right before a fall the meek inherit the earth when they grow some balls.

Here's to the year of the Dragon.

I got a spliff burning and your welcome to hit it,

 I only ask that you breath out a prayer

 Here's to the year of the Dragon

 Rainbow serpent rising up from the sea

 Here's to the year of the Dragon

 All the people we got to be free

 Heres to the year of the dragon

 Rainbow serpent rising up from the sea

 Here's to the year of the dragon

 Raise up your hands and claim victory

heres to the year of the dragon

Fire burning inside you and me.

You learn to truly pray

 when you have no god to pray to...

 no statue to bow down to,

 no name upon your lips.

You learn to truly give

 when you know what you've been given.

 You finally learn to breathe 

 when you can receive the air.

 You learn to truly Feel

only when you touch another

 you'll never learn to stand

 without the earth beneath your feet

 the only way to walk is to put one foot before the other

 following your heart at every crossroad that you meet.

Deaf, Blind, and Dumb.

Eyes it has, but it does not see... ears it has, and yet it hears nothing...blind and unaware, lost in a world of darkness... no perception of beauty, no conciousness of Love, or sorrow, or even hatred or anger... yet it is capable of such malice... It is the beast machine of war...
Lifetimes built on layer of illusion, we long for a glimpse beyond the veil...Creating distractions and illusory abstractions... Societies built on the foundations of ancient mythologies and the basest and most perverse of human pathologies... depending on nothing more than fear and apathy to sustain their reigns over our brains with violent cohersion.

San Francisco...

La raina de la noches

 queen of the night

 blankets of fog draping gracefully around her 

 mist drifting in from the golden gate...

 the haight is haunted by the ghosts of Jerry, Jimmie, and Janis 

wearing tie dye and patchouli

raging like dylan thomas against the dying of the night...

 and Jack still wanders, aimlessly downtown

 with a notebook and a pen,  drunk as cooter brown

and i take another toke and play another tune

 as Ginsburg leans his head back and Howls at the moon,

 bitterly lamenting that the end is coming soon...

and theres tidal waves, earthquakes and tsunami's 

 beaurocrats and hippie commies

 chem-trails, fema camps and zombies

 signs, signs, the end indeed is near...

 walls made of bricks and mortar

 blood shed over  arbitrary borders...

Lines  blurred between Chaos and Order 

 Love alone will save us from our fear...

exiles driven from the plots where they toil

brothers killing brothers over land, water and oil

  bloody battles rage on domestic soil

wars, wars, and rumours of wars

 signs, signs the end is coming soon.

north against the south and the east against the west

 killin and blood spillin over whos idol is the best

 the rightous run to the hills to escape arrest...

 signs, signs, the end is coming soon.

 

Dual Reality...

Reality? She prefers instead to live inside her head in that illusory world that she has made... and you, you see, you must learn to let her be... for there is where she is happy and free... when you let her be you set her free and liberate yourself simultaneously... then your free to create your very own reality and you as well can escape from your own hell and live inside your head in your own little world that you prefer instead... and then realistically your worlds really can collide...find some common ground and take her for a ride on your magic carpet thru your universe and try to see  thru her eyes, seperate the truth from lies, in a kindred spirit do confide... In reality we're all the same and reality is really a game and when we realize this simple truth we'll find the secret to eternal youth and then is when we will finally learn to PLAY.

Halleluia

What are you gonna say on judgement day when you stand before the lord

With blood on your hands

What you gonna say how you gonna explain to Jesus Christ

  that your god required a sacrifice

What you gonna say on judgement day when you stand before the lord

 with blood on your hands

 what you gonna say what you gonna do

 when he turns his back on you 

depart from me i never knew ya

you played the devils game

 theres no one to blame

 and now you gotta pay

 for your own sins

 nobody's gonna do it for you

 What you gonna say on judgment day

 when you stand before the lord

 with blood on your hands

 you'll hang your head in shame 

outside the pearly gates

as all the angels sing

yeah they're singing 

 HALLELUIA.

Rainbow Serpent.

Here's to the year of the dragon

rainbow serpent rising up from the sea

 Here's to the year of the dragon 

 Empire crumbles and the people go free

 

The Order of Motion.

The Order of Motion.

True order is nothing fixed or stagnant, but is rather based on motion...the gyration of positive and negative elements around the nucleus of an atom, the orbit of planets around the sun...Order, on a micro and macro-cosmical level is based on motion...centrifical and centrifugal...days and nights, tides and seasons...time itself is based on the centrifical and centrifugal Order of the Cosmos...

Ship-wrecked Pilgrims

Clinging desperatly to the driftwood timbers...ruins of a temple long destroyed ...built and rebuilt from the ruins... imagining the sky beneath a giant hand... the ship wrecked pilgrims with solitary hands reaching out under the fog for solidarity...clinging to ancient myths... binding themselves together under the solemn observance of the past... prostrating themselves before the graven images of their fore fathers... clinging desparatly to thier ideals and convictions, nostalgic for the past and fearful of the future... they are blinded for straining to see a god beyond the sun... lost in a sea of illusion.. waiting for the sky to part... and fighting for the promised land.

we've all been ripped off, robbed and lied to... Everybody's gotta story to tell... but in the end its you my friend... that chooses your own hell.

Shephards Empire

Every pyramid needs a pinnacele, a king needs a throne...The very nature and structure of empire is based on this diestic thought. Laws are based on the pretense of a lord or master that rules on a throne with an iron sceptor, Empires allude to a centralized extra terrestrial being that rules on a throne above the heavens, who alone possesses the "knowledge of good and evil" Empires are the result of mythologies that have super-imposed themselves over the natural, historical, and cultural realities...False authority structures are created, ordained by mythological deities, and the mechanical order is imposed on the minds of the people thru various forms of phsycological manipulation and cohersive and violent force... the sustanance of the empire depends on the monopolization of the mass conciousness, the thourough and complete lobotomy of the massess...Empires are the result of the domestication of man...The will and spirit of man-kind has been broken, he is a sheep in need of a shepherd.

" God requires blood for the remission of sins... the young virgins are divided among the ranks of the soldiers...the high priest recieves the choicest cuts of the meat...All hail the God of Abel!

God is the illusion of control, a proverbial fence around the meadow, a mechanical barrier that interupts the natural cycle of life. The shepard is a tyrant that lives in defiance of the natural order of the cosmos...setting his throne above the earth, he claims possession over that which he has no right to own, imposing his false authority over the land and its inhabitants...violating the free will of his brothers and sisters. The shephard is an allegory for tyranny, a metaphorical representaion of the dark fragmentations of the ego...the will to power, the desire to control... symptoms of fear.

Craving

Craving, desperatly to express our innermost thoughts and feelings, longing to escape the throes of isolation...desiring above all to be understood and accepted by our family and friends...we are constantly reminded that we are a mere parcel of a larger whole...I am the world... a channel of a universal consiousness that emanates from the universal soul... a ray of sunshine... Love is God...Love is Truth...there can be no Order without Love... Love is the awareness of One... Justice without Love is In-justice, without Love any authority is false...

the world, a stage

The world is a stage and we all must play a part...each day we donn a costume and put on a mask...we write our own lines...add lib and fornicate, mental masterbation at the very least...Frankenstein aint got nothing on this we've created the beast...strip malls and dot coms dispensing drugs to soccer moms...we're drowning in a sea of mis-guided hate, yuppies hippies,tranny's, gangstas cops and grannies...tea-parties and drunken orgies on the city hall lawn down-town...everybody's raging internally lets burn this shit down... how the fuck did it come down to this... roaming thru these city streets I smell victory and piss...Inhale, Exhale...the world is ours. You are Free...just as free as you always wanted to be...Do what you will, harm none in the process...respect the sovereinty of each and every human being and bow down to no gods or masters...we have been oppressed and scorned and enslaved and imprisoned for to long... Now is the time to rise up.

The Desert.

The moon is her muse and the sun is her soul. grains of sand, sparkles of moonlight, and that rainbow...it goes all the way around... Shadows of moonlight reflected on canyon walls...ever changing pictographs...spirits changing form and substance...rising like plumes of smoke from the fire... burn to ashes...returning dust to dust...She lends herself to vions transcending time, space, and reason... soaring like a hawk above the pyramids of pharoahs... Shitting on the heads of those who dare to place their thrones above the earth... Mocking the tyrants who claim to possess the knowledge of good and evil... She herself is a reflection of Devinity... a testimony that there is no God higher than the Sun...To the Sun have we come and to the Sun we shall return...

Solidified Ghosts, Articulate Zombies.

...spare some change for the cold, hungry and oppressed, mentally unstable products of this unsustainable in-human machine that feeds on blood and dinosaur bones and wipes its ass with the trees... a snake that chases its own tail and swallows himself whole...A closed system ruled by a false and mechanical order that is the epitome of chaos itself.

Crucifiction.

Self destruction in the name of self-rightous ego indulgence...a maniacle display of martyrdom...bomb strapped to the chest...holding a knife to the neck of a pig in a bulletproof vest...anialation of self, in the afterlife invest...
we all must walk our own path, find our own redemption, seek out our own salvation, and pay for our own sins...
The Devil is an illusion, a fragmented representation of my self, deformed and diseased... my own ego, that lingering ghost, it creeps into my dreams and haunts my visions...The Devil is within.

God is the foundation for empire.

God is the personification of nationalistic fascism, the collective pride of an arrogant tribe, God is an excuse for genocide...God is a scape-goat, a mascot for a regime of war-mongering tyrants bent on possession and control of land and rescources... In the name of God they subject their demonic will over the earth and her children.

Empires are founded on the foundation of suserviance to this God. Every Empire has its God and its priesthood...Every Empire has its Masters and Slaves, Sheep and Shephards...the very structure and nature of empire depends on the illusion of a diety that rules over the sun.

Empires are illusions created by the dreams of those who lust for power... they project their dream images...they impose their will over the landscape and the imaginations of their subjects over whom they rule with an iron rod...with rod and staff the shepherd drives the sheep into submission, shearing and slaughtering them one by one, starting with the firstborn spotless, blameless lamb.

many have dared to dream their own dream and many have dreamt alone and have been crucified for their dream...when we dream together, we create reality.

God is merely a personification of the institutionalization of society. God represents the foundation of a mechanical order, an evil system based on the law of a lord that requires blood for the remission of sins. God is the root of an unsustainable government that is destructive by nature and depends on violent and cohersive force to perpetuate itself.

The illusion of 'need' is the friend of greed...a perversion of our true desire.

In the vortex of this corporate state, those who choose not to participate in the maniacle consumption of natural rescources, those who refuse to strap their bodies to the corporate plow, those who do not relinquish their divinity to take their place as a cog in the wheels of an imperialistic war machine are marginalized, victimized, osteresized, and persecuted in the name of Law and Order.

Law is a weapon, brandished by the hands of Tyrants, a false authority that depends on war, violence and oppression of the people to sustain its reign over the land, rescources, and population within the arbitrary borders of their illusory kingdom.