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...