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.
Saturday, February 4, 2012
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.
Monday, January 23, 2012
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
Monday, January 9, 2012
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.
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