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Love
Deep within the Territory Of the nation Lives a life like a movie A reality Within our reality Designed by artificial intelligence With the push of engineers The hidden hand The mothership The puppet master Conquering all but nothing Because there are no strings attached to everyday people They LOVE one another Anyway. Stories Woven into the Future Resting Unposed in the arms of a shade tree Forgetting everything for a moment Time lapses Calm tendencies rise Pain dissipates in the wind. My mind drifts... I remember children Born into knowledge With memories of their elders Absorbed by their minds They were told stories in the womb To prepare them Upon eyes wide open For the life of a god. Woven into these stories… The good fight Love for ordinary people Mistakes and scars and forgiveness Deep physics coming alive Where the imaginary Is real Secret wars and super-intelligence Frozen skies The truth behind the truth About politics, religion, omens. Plain old life Is not for everyone Some belong elsewhere The world belongs somewhere else The timeline is riven apart History and present are distorted The future is to be like fractured bones Only to never mend If the train continues along its path. Eventually Life will fade for everyone We forget And superimpose our bodies and brains Onto the planet Scratching it, eating it, sucking it dry Yet somewhere these stories are passed on A tradition And also a hope That something less dark Will come about. She Wants Them To Quit Doing What They’re Doing She wants them to quit doing what they’re doing So she forgave them And some did quit It’s the tiny little victories That mark her faith And increase others’ And glorify the Almighty. This is The Sacrifice - That Light came into the world And died a terrible death To atone for our sins. She’s also sacrificed And her joints ache And her beauty is compromised And mentally she’s tired And she can bear no children of her own. She wants them to quit doing what they’re doing So spirits may rise And life will improve And the Earth will rejoice And the meek will inherit what is theirs. The Sorrow Lands The Sorrow Lands lay between The substrate reality And a place that does not exist. Two finite locations And a third like a river That come close to one another And overlap. In the Land of the Sorrows Rocks exist Never moving Never wearing down over time No sign of rain Or any kind of moving water Anywhere. No babies are born In the Sorrow Lands Because hope comes in the form Of commitment to death And a pessimism about life. In the Sorrow Lands Ancient trolls and pagan gods Visit To mystify it with stares And bad omens, Yet their appears to be no magic In its forests. Whatever is promised Is left unfulfilled, Some are left missing their most valuable thing Others starve, perpetually hungry. No tears For the tears have long turned dry The mourning goes on Like an empty feeling in the pit of the stomach As you realize you can't turn back. The Christian Her spiritual side went quiet Just as the music of the birds fade away in the cold weather. She wrestled with her heart all summer And the angst was finally now gone. She named herself Christian again to abide in something greater For she was tired of figuring What Is? A Letter to my Husband About the World I think When the winter comes And the skies become overcast That you too enter the blue lake And reflect on things. The tables turn Because I am usually The one In the blue lake Your complex mind is usually settled on things. In the blue lake Love carries But it is not enough For the world weighs heavy I love you anyway. The holographic nature of the world Means it's a bit robotic We are tied too much to the Next world It’s a conspiracy. The grand order must enter the blue lake. I love them too. Justice Finally Oft we are alone as individuals As discrete matter With just wanky noise to listen to Heckled Spirited away to a dark place With evil beings yelling at the top of their lungs Handcuffed, unsung heroes abound tortured Fighters of corruption perish badly Powerful people have bad taste Bad manners And never sleep The spike in madness & paranoia is easily noticed We panic We lose our spark I end up enjoying pain as pleasure All of our naked bodies look ugly all of a sudden Skin turns black Eyes are taped shut Mouths foam over The white moth still reigns and it’s the wrong time for silence I am told to be crazy instead of important The gods face mortality The new world order is the dictator Never spoil a crisis for personal gain becomes a viral meme of all our enemies Milk to drink is spoiled The oceans are black with blood, my wrists need cut No reflection exists She runs away The ship sinks, the iceberg avalanches Warnings never resound. Nevertheless, for this judgement, Babylon -- Again a war of evil The earth moved and the sun traced its path An unexpected sign of love History, the present, Becomes fate. And flesh will heal Good things happen often, remember that Obama explains some other wisdom to us — When something bad is happening here, something good is happening somewhere else, remember that My mind goes away when evil things are happening to me, a blessing from God if there is such a God So I enjoy tequila and comfortably numb pretty well I love black-out sleep full of interesting dreams And pure mama’s milk at the same time Life is easy again sometimes We see around the bend The future is inviting us in to something important The dead decay into nothingness, finally enlightened A grey moth emerges finally sounding off People listen, leaders harken Problems become solvable and solving begins Greatness is within the bounds of possibility Faith returns in the Lord of wind and rain A warm sun pervades, signs move thru the heavens The oceans become deep blue again And this is happening now We're reflecting now People all over the map are committing themselves to be set apart Oft we are no longer alone Laughter is normal again Conversation is normal again Honest existence reveals dirt and dung to the everyday people But they are handling it This cycle of heavenly influence This chapter, this up-and-coming age of youth & vitality & wonder Mortality is far off Something is happening Besides being good it’s hard to capture this time — When Judgment cleared the air, grace was there, and on-going. |
The Treaty
The great white tail deer thinks I am alive and well So I sink my feet into the dirt and wail For the living and the dead To sound off the horn that we exchanged words Of peace For leaders to write home about And send messages to each other For latitude in the mysteries of the nations Well-embedded in city and town living To rule with a light fist And fix the darkness and evil that Pervades unseen From the normal sense And is only whispered about at great risk To each other I write my signature in blood For peace. I Lift My Face Upon Thee What am I that I am no longer spiritual but matter? Flowers opening up to the sun on daily pilgrimage Her tears became like concrete, Weighing her down. They sat together all day No one noticed them at all, it was all private again A book opened between them. The grenade burst before it could become A bomb to someone. The piano girl played, She swept the piano bench. The music left matter and became spiritual again. I lifted my face upon Thee. Carpe Diem (Seize the Day) We must think wholly We must change our speed We must brighten up the universe And not fly past it with neglect We must stop neglecting ourselves And seize the present day. Carpe diem. The Oracle That little lady, the Oracle Doses out little bits of hope For the future She waves her magic wand And issues commands from beyond We must straighten up, she says To continue living as a people Of wealth, glory, technology And she says we will For now we stick our hands In our pockets Where bacteria replicates On our skin And we study it But do not seek God But we will We will study God again Instead of bacteria We steady our temperament With a bottle of wine, drunk But she says We’ll raise our glasses one day To a toast For longevity of our countrymen And well-being of our women And success of our children And balance of our environment All across the globe And the planes will soar for peace And the news will issue truth And the graves will be opened Off to a better place That little lady, the Oracle Doses out little bits of hope For the future. Truth The ancients had a vested interest in the future. They passed on a variety of seeds For this garden we call Earth. And our ancestors learned from the ancients - Their teachings. Parents & grandparents Planted seeds in the community, With their children. Seeds of righteousness! Seeds of truth! They mustered forth and took root With the sun and rain. Like glue, like sticky pearls, They hold together our communities, Our families Today. The truth has made its way to us! Yes, there’s decay and falling away. But Yes, there's fullness and new spouts! Another truth is - There always has been This teeter-totter, The rotted vs the living. The truth - It’s always there. It’s like the laws of physics Upon a drop of water. It exists whether You drink it or not. May it rain, May it downpour, May we swallow it whole, May it drench us down to the bones - So that the seeds in wait, Bear truth and righteousness, For today and for the future I am vested in. Depressed My blues shine nothing In the darkness, Black stone is carved out And placed on my heart chakra Making it hard to breathe, Fire and flower on the crown. Dive into the dark blue lake Where I watch the sun set and the moon rise Changing the tide Along the sand passageway, I stir among the branches Of an ancient tree of death. Making of a Treaty Peace is not beautiful clouds or beaches Because they are always there Radiating fineness. But war is between man and man And groupings of men Radiating patriotism. Spears, swords, guns, bombs Suicide on the front lines Radiating hecatomb. History tells us an easy version of what was Combat always tells a tale Radiating fiction. Treaties are royalty dressed in purple linen Of answered questions pursued Radiating “Was it worth it?” Dear Ancient One Dear Ancient One! Dear Sacred One! Dear Holy One! Allow me to rise to the occassion By my own doing By the night and the day As the sun rises and sets and rises again. Allow the sea tide to roll out as planned And nature to flourish And the animals of this world to thrive. Thanks be to God! Give us reason to sing glory and praises In Your Name. Use Your Hands to mold us into Helpers and doers of good might. Let Your Will be pure And live through mankind [people]. Tame the wicked and divide them by halves And multiply the righteous. Let the seeds of faith be sown by my hand As well as Yours. Give my mind bright thinking. Don't give up until matter and spirit Is good everywhere. Give me another day so I may wake Striving to live well. Amen. Illuminati A billionaire's home with those rooms Painted blue and black Strap-ons for clusters of women Satin chairs, linen couches Contract in limbo To redesign My life Downward pressure Or ruined Sifting for a suitcase full of gold powder For melting into bars For green papers alla pyramid Nine Inch Nails In my basement Posters alla femme and boobs Illuminati Pumping in my blood Shaving off my freedom Offering girls and coke and an interesting life. |