Wednesday, June 20, 2012
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.
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...
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...
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