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.