You never tagged me when I couldn't find a hiding place.

Life within life or so they say,
quick to define, and to believe.
Holding a hand of soft core skin
confronting electric vibrance.

The situation of our fingertips,
there never was such true convenience.
Oh spark the chemicals beneath,
the bitter red, the not so clean.

Please riddled doorway let us through,
we called before to book a room.
Let's stumble quickly toward the sky,
falling upwards you and I.

We never plan to disappear
as we turn to face the void.
So you hold onto the day gone past,
as this girl who knows this boy.

Disguises, and fabrics,
they tend to fall off.
But don't find shame in the
expanding pile of unfolded cloth.

It's the lessons learned first hand,
that keep us intrigued.
So let's try to figure out
when the other should lead.

These ramblings, my gospel, for a testament untitled.

I messed up this life of mine, and cannot stand proud among angels.
Oh purity forgive each sample of tempt.
I do cry out with sickness, of which no baptism can heal.
Holiday wine, but I'm nothing more than a puddle of mud.
Drowning in blissful stream seems the only solution.
Departing as is, will be the cleanest conclusion.
You'll sully a cloth with salt water beads,
The uncomfort may cause you to drop to your knees.

Oh my earth brothers and sisters,
Gaia is destined to be free of Babylon gov't / corporate control.

A year from right now, the world will look back.
They'll take a moment to pray for the follies of past.
Then the once starving tribes will eat routine supper,
and drink water freely, before sleeping in comfort.
For two thousand years, and even before,
martyrs have died in hope of ending man's Earth wars.
God bless the saints who've the courage to stay,
but my fellow Guy Fawkes' – we choose our own way.
Raising common sensibility above the system of common spotlight whores,
will free people of the hardships created from the misuse of resources.
Equality not imposition, comes through respect for all life.
Exodus from the collective dark psyche that manufactures such strife.
Raising banners of compassion within cities world-wide,
teaching lessons of spirit, while roaring out loud with the humblest of pride.

I can't think of a title, how about 'I still protest the status quo'

My mind is a worn-out boxing glove,
and my brain cells hardly swing easy.
Though, my fists are a waste of good fighting tools,
since no war was ever fought with man's reason.

Bullets don't fly toward my direction,
yet victims' pains find their way in.
Unjust murder disguised as security,
as each tear drop so pierces my skin.

I'd give up my lifestyle within diseased borders,
if it meant the end of these horrors.
Some things deserve a place in this world,
but with ceaseless unrest these things cannot flourish.

So, once again, I state my case clear,
the difference is that now I am begging.
We won't ever be happy with an unhealthy world,
while life exists as this shrapnel by-product that they're selling.

Treading feet - spaceless & timeless

I remember tending to great harvests,
and praising opportunity for what it was.
I remember guessing the meaning of stars,
playing with mud and laughing.
I remember wood fires, leather tents,
waking up in the dark, and pulling up Our Star,
sprinting as rays hit my back.
I remember finding ripe fruit,
and sharing that miracle with siblings.
(Though the elders already knew.)

My current self has known not that life,
yet I remember where I have been.

"Poets are shameless with their experiences: they exploit them." — Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche

I fail to not exist as a soul in this body,
and I don't remember before I was born.
There are those in need of the specific assistance of preservation.
Though, that empathy died in myself recently.
Such actions are too much to ask, and my nerves are cut loose.
I can no longer lie with a front of thankfulness. For I carry not that notion.
A life experiencing subjective uniqueness, hardships and hand-outs alike.
That is all, and it is but illusion.
No secrets hidden for you to find, only flesh to figure out.
Enjoyment was never happiness, only sadness that provided duality.
Distraction through destruction, via packaged dinner & a coke.
A prayer I'll throw to the wind, not for the suffering of today,
but for the yet unnamed souls of tomorrow.
Bless them with peace, and a warning.
All will not be right, for our deception is a flame eternal.

just as fooled and as unreal.

Nigh is the hour of painful hemorrhage.
Though I hold fast in my fantasizing skull, scared of sleep.
For in waking, agony will find a home, the concept of sanity will drown.
To declare my defeat, a white flag I raise.
Reason explodes with my heart, a soaking red flag is lowered.
Contribution of moments past, exist as Universe reflects from the peak.
Visual hell reads in the code of what I have helped create.
Laughter interrupts as God masks a lasting grievance.
Love shall once again engulf this branch, off the core of strong oak.

bootless: an audible plea

to see with this iridescent mindset, in this ever-wasting globe..
to find there's no more to say that hasn't gone through filter of the megaphone.

dropping plays on us like bombs, and dropping bombs on them like bombs.

so what, we can't take more digital toxin - - more chemical toxin.
doped and brainwashed, i'll admit how deep i'm in.
seven severed heads supposed to fall forever down,
though that revelation seems only wishful thinking now.

so what, i blame external forces. can you blame me?
really? obama bush clinton and blair.
they're only the latest bringers of despair.
it goes back on forever, since babylon rose,
i feel that value wasn't always based on time you composed.

so present, so fed up, so raging with anger,
why did i choose a world that won't accept savior?

it's our time, and our chance, take back manifest destiny.
with you by my side, we can spread the importance of action and brevity.

~ Sic Semper Tyrannis ~

'Heart-strong'

Stranded in a bucket, far away from normalcy,
a broken wing'ed song bird, floated through a coral reef.
She stood up on her clawy feet, and chirped a brand new song
“Forty days of exile, was very much too long!”
She hopped onto the rainbow shore and clawed the doughy sand.
“Finally a place to live, I knew that there was such a land.”
Inland bound she had set a course, in a waddling sort of dash.
Beaking sticks along the way, to build a nest from scratch.
“Home sweet home” the song bird sang, shadowed by a tall tree's shade.
“I'll gather food and fix my wing, tonight I'll chirp a serenade.”
A nearby grassy field that she found, had many worms to eat.
Though as she searched for for them, she stumbled into a pair of great bit furry feet.
“G'day stranger” said the monster, leaning toward the ground.
“You must be new here, because I've for certain not ever once, seen your little self around.”
“Y-yes, that's right, I floated here, f-from across the sea.
I mean no harm my giant friend so please d-don't eat me!”
“That's laughable, you affable and very pleasant bird.
I eat leaves and bark from trees, not the animals of earth.”
Backing up, the song bird saw in light, an utmost friendly face.
A kangaroo with light brown fur, and a smile with no end in trace.
“I need to ask a favor, since I cannot seem to reach.
Can you cut me down a coconut, from the tree that's by the beach?”
The bird sighed “I am broken though, I have no way to fly.”
“You can help” claimed the kangaroo, “together we can try.”
So they walked across the field of green, and came up to the spot.
“This is my new home though. I can't believe your fruit's on top.”
The kangaroo looked up. “Yes, I'm afraid that it's at least seven feet above my hop.”
The nervous bird cried “But I cannot fly! I cannot reach a feat so high.”
“But I can level the vertical tree, so that you can walk on by.”
He jumped flat on his back, and pushed with all of his might.
Using his feet until the treetop bent down out of sight.
“Hurry up, scurry! Go fetch me that food!
Be quick, I can't hold it forever my dude.”
She darted up the bent over and prickly bark,
chirping with every step, oh that fierce little lark!
Reaching the top she pecked pecked and pecked.
Two coconuts dropped and there was only one left.
“Get off” yelled the holder upper of the tree.
“Get off! This wood is too strong for me!”
“But this is your dinner!” and more pecking ensued.
“I'll get you a nice abundance of food.”
Plop. That was it, the coconut fell.
About to jump off, but she could already tell..
Her furry brown friend was still on the ground,
as she got higher and higher, with a great wooshing sound!
Sprung into action, she expected to most quite assuredly die.
Falling to earth, she felt a cool wind pass on by.
Instincts screamed “Catch it!” as she passed over more trees.
So she opened her wings, and embraced the slow breeze.
“Oh the feeling, the joy, the air that I borrow!
I'll live on to fly for another tomorrow!”
Diving in fast, but landing so soft,
the bird sprinted back to her spring of a loft.
“I did it, I haven't in forty-five days!”
But the kangaroo just sat there, and seemed unamazed.
“You'll have to tell me that story sometime,
and maybe I'll tell you a story of mine.
For now though, lets eat, I've cracked our dinner in two.
One half for me and one half for you.”
They sat there and watched the waves hit the reef.
As a small bucket floated back out to sea.

"Meditation means to be constantly extricating yourself from the clinging of mind."

being in forward progression, however negative, still onward.
history of the future is bleak. my science measures truth of time.
regret is not a word, but illusion of demise.

delivery of life, mirrored cue cards of pretend
present unlike a dream with it's forgiving wakeful end.

flesh i've got, as an animal unafraid, though alone.
yet ever is bliss, unto the availability of itself.

oh joy, oh belief. good times and felt grief.

tangible timing, exact in it's right
to drift by us as organic data.
observant, though matter won't collapse.

adieu, you sweet familiar splashes of love.

"There is a difference between knowing the path and walking the path." - Wachowski Brothers

The best selling films are good versus evil,
set in a world much like our own.
The metaphors show blatant parallels,
as we relate with all of the characters shown.
It gives us a sense,
of overcoming dark times,
when we haven't really done much,
except let reality sneak by.
All of these writers have good ideas,
for their films are an obvious protest.
Well why aren't they out on the streets waving signs,
with the brave folks who get jailed
for following actions of what all of these movies suggest?
It's money, they're paid, for symbolizing on film,
that which the real dark cabal would have none of.
If society 'Likes' a film, that ends with an uproar,
they assume that it makes them an active survivor.
“Because that we enjoyed the message displayed,
we did out part, when we walked in and paid.
Did you see that part when they out-witted the dark side?
I'm psyched to see these movies, that really read my mind.”
It's sad and not right, to watch each audience absorb,
all this false sense of achievement, while munching on popcorn.
If you like all these films, where we defeat the dark villains,
well then please take it to the streets,
or else firmly admit that you don't mind mass killings.
It's one or the other, black or white,
I'm sorry but there's no in between.
So back up your 'Likes', this now is your chance.
Isn't that what you asked for? You're own starring scene?

"The Constitution makes us not rivals for power but partners for progress."

the universe was born to die,
and on it's way, came you and i.
subjective extensions of fresh possibility,
and this one that we're living,
has been tricked into practicing
a world-wide hostility.

“because it is, it cannot change..
because it is, we cannot turn the page..”

well, because “we are” we can better this place..
because that “we are” we can happily embrace..
we'll embrace that we're here and that history has passed..
we'll accept coexistence, and make plans for a communal world that will last

dire times ask for universal commitment.
this hand-me-down situation is getting old.

ceasing transmission, and closing the case.
with my love towards this goal, paix paix paix.

"It's not the daily increase but daily decrease. Hack away at the unessential."

What's the right word for .. ?
How do you explain the time of .. ?
When did planning become so .. ?
Who will start caring about .. ?
Why are minds focused on .. ?
Can I avoid the habit of .. ?
Where are you in the world?
In which subjective moment?
With what crowd?
Planning which cultural movement?
Drawing which personal phase?
Asking which questions along the way?

The source bringing answers.. is it really you?

"The pessimist complains about the wind; the optimist expects it to change; the realist adjusts the sails." Ward

tipe riter's owtlet
ih'sa daily scuhreem
asquen “whies aul this vahnedy,
enside uv evree tee-v.”
reyalety iz wut yue mayk uv it,
see that fikchun iz in beetween thuh linez uv thuh akts.
obe*ah*muh reedz hiz fayk skript uhlowd,
wile thuh meedee-uh cunfermz it az fakts.
bluhdee masukur continues on,
az iloominoti cawlz thuh rest uv us rawng.
free speech wil ownlee get yue so fahr,
wen akchun egzistz ownlee in sawng.

The Cookbook

I flow with, blood.
I think with, the unseen.

It's what we can choose to be.
That's the test.. that's the reason.

"I will stay commited to you, for I am your ally. As we part, we proceed as one conjoined entity."

Fated journey, has it been?
Or lucky moments, time and again?
So many close calls, and walks on the edge,
yet I stride on, while I ought to be dead.

Confused as the rest, yet embracing the dawn,
I give myself to life's flowing current.
They all curse, when I preach what's divine,
as if they thought that they most definitely weren't.

Blasphemy is become of preaching God's gracious word,
they'd have me sink to my knees, and speak to the already perfect Earth.
Her history's something, it's a message to read.
It's guided directions, on how to be free.

Rule Number One, is to realize each other.
Respect is inherent, as we all have had beautiful Mothers.
Rule Number Two, is to try and do right.
We'd have less problems here, if we'd only tie a leash on the leaders,
drop each silly grudge, and talk solutions. Not pick wars out of spite.

Humans aren't playthings,
it's time that be known,
have patriotism for Earth,
not your borders alone.

Abundance is yours, it's his and it's hers.
The smiles will spread, and reveal the devil's veiled curse.
It's yours to share, both knowledge and fruit.
Genesis was a lie, that's God's honest truth.

So tread on new ground,
and beyond the dark veil.
'Cause nothing's so freeing,
as exploring this garden,
and learning all that re-birth entails.

Act, react, hold fast.

Cut the signal, cut, cut the signal
Flood the network, blow the god damn circuit

Sound check alright
Everybody listen tight

Well there are liars, practiced god-damned liars.
and they,
they're handin' out their television, fliers.

Who let the choir start preaching all these dirty ugly prayers?
While the saints are crying, tied up to their white asylum chairs.

It's fiasco, and mother earth stopped laughing long ago.
Like if God spoke, to reassure what's been lost into ageless sorrow.

Kill the messengers, kill the one's that found their own nirvana.
Pierce their bodies with lead, and make sure that they're absolutely goners.

It's for Kennedy, for Lennon, for Lincoln, for King..
Fuck dropping names, I'll raise them and sing..
Men with a vision, beyond fascist order..
With foresight so clear, not one single border.

Imagine that world, it's not science fiction..
it's faith in reality, and it's overcoming this brainwashed affliction.
Quote the dead, let them live in your heart,
they'll keep your brain fresh, as physicality starts.
Live your dreams and lose your possessions,
let your ancestors help slide you past all life's transgressions,

It's here in this moment, time's still an illusion,
but aging experience, it's our mortality, so find some lasting amusement.
It's not a demand, but an honest suggestion,
find christ the buddha, the end of outwardly questions.
The force behind living, and lush animation..
it will show how this journey, is a soulful vacation..
So let's keep it clean for our brethren clan,
cause the ceaseless EARTH is the sole stake at hand.

forever mortal

motions

of obedience
suggesting
intent to
die, in all eventuality.

cataclysmic racing
of thoughts meandering,
and the body
lay still. hoping for fresh
air
and mocking dead space,
in that, the fated last
exhale
does leave you, in
gratitude.

"Mankind must put an end to war, or war will put an end to mankind" ~ John F. Kennedy

Saving the saving grace for very last,
for the last calls are on their way.
No way will all of this prejudice last,
'cause we'll stop the world's moral decay.
Here, right now, we'll take any somehow,
as long as we don't ever back down.
Give us death or liberty, then leave our sights,
this status quo is not working out.
We've come far too far to lose touch now,
Seven billion siblings, can't you count?
One holiday is all we need,
one religion to bow down to.
It's inside your veins,
feel your DNA,
our history culminates into sound proof.
This is supposed to come,
this is the rhythmic revolution.
The dreamers all will wake up,
inside of a living breathing constitution.
Never lose faith
never back down,
Never lose faith,
As you knock off status quo's unyielding crown !

Hello Mother, hello Father.

Tragedy through the eyes of your parents,
the day that you figured it out.
Cyclic stories were left in the dust,
as you learned to shake it up, twist, and to shout.
Talkin 'bout your generation,
is simple, as you gave birth to mine.
Now we pinpoint our views,
good-bye dazed and confused,
watch our clear heads create the divine.
Don't worry that we've not risen up sooner,
even 'til now, all our lessons were rushed.
God perfected his vision, through a conscious collision,
with an intelligent youth he could trust.
Now as we lose excess fears,
pent up anger and rage,
He'll give us a verse to reassure meaning.
It will ring through all ears,
and make each headline page,
while all our demons disappear, silently screaming.
Make way for the angels, as they manifest now,
inside yourself, and the whole human race.
We've got this, I swear, but thanks for leading the way.
Yes we who know Love, will stomp on the ground
and plead for a loving God's sake.
Quaking the Earth, 'til our desires are met,
the fall of dark suits, as we shine in the light
of what hasn't come yet.

“Fresh activity is the only means of overcoming adversity.”

BEATS PER SECOND
IS ABOUT EQUAL TO
HOW MANY NERVES
ARISE WHEN I FEEL
A NEW CONNECTION

how to go about this pursuit?
what develops from passion?
will my past also make a leap?
are question marks a plague?

DROP ME A LIFE LINE
FOR THE TIME BEING
AND I WILL TRY AND
VOCALIZE MY SOUL
THROUGH THE SAD
MEDIUM OF THIS
SO RESTRICTING
PAIN PROVIDING
EARTH BOUND
HEART BEAT
POUNDING
VESSEL.

oxymoronic passage.

pages plastered on the skull of your brain
reminding you of dreams once held.
keeping the faith alive inside
with dreamer's planted seeds.
the tree of life it culminates
with this utmost brand new day.
enigmatic forces at work
and they wonder as much as we.
i am you as you are me as you are he
and we are all together.
steps that are sung
are much more hard to climb alone.
bands of flow seem to bring back a dose of radiance.
dense collection of free vibration is firm for stepping ground
as the meaningless it seems to drop you dooowwwn.
rising tides of water friends combine in an ocean of love.
reaching arms of yesteryear cling to strands of your blood.
and we OHM on to the beach and praise these new heights.
close to the shore we remain as we wait for star light.
the sun it feeds us with with suspended eternal love.
it tells us of dreams once held by those before us.
it removes the pages from our minds and sets us free.
we will learn from the past and we swear not to forget thee.
sun. sun. sun. oh my sweet bright warm and happy sun.

barren is a boy's mind, of a body which it has been boldly exhausted. did you know there is trout fishing to be done in America?

Overall, I've got the blues
I've got to jazz away the news.
Finding ways to break me down
Drive the bitter to the ground.
Overall I'll be alive
I'll be alive
The day I die.
Fashioned out of heritage
I stand atop a lonely bridge.
Values built as firm as stone,
Still I fail to lose control.
I'll fish souls out,
Until I die,
I'll pass down a speck of life,
Before I travel into the starry sky.
So blues you've stuck,
And you seem so needy,
But I can't tend,
To your vocalized bleeding.
Good note, bad note,
Where to end?
Where nothing is serious,
except to those who respect their heritage.

Ode to joy.

earth my bold chariot,
i've done you so wrong.
but now i've killed the other three horsemen.
and spared myself, so that i could bring you this song.
should i really have come here?
did you want me at the reigns?
i still can't decipher,
if it was all a mis-take.
riding fast through the judgment,
soaring up in the sky.
still i fail to remember,
why i was chosen to ride.

oh pegasus lead me,
it's time to come down.
we can pass on the chariot,
to the new christ in town.
everyone's buzzing,
but they've nothing to say.
a hive of starry eyed vessels,
come to be blown away.
well i've got no more miracles,
no more sight for the blind.
but i'll share this old theory,
that i've had in my mind.
come gather round now,
my true brethren.
as you eagerly wait for,
the next son of heaven.

well my time here is waning,
i can't save you from sin.
i can't be your way out of,
the web you are caught in.
for if christ is inside you,
and you don't let it out.
then your heart will find reason,
to be shrouded in doubt.
the myth of utopia,
is your ultimate goal.
so why not demand it,
why not take back control?
i come here now to bless you,
but i can't intervene.
your pleas will not change things,
unless these warnings take heed.

life isn't a protest.
that was never the plan.
peace isn't worth killing for,
blood doesn't help to nourish the land.
the time i assure you,
will always be right.
to stand firm with each other,
and guide your hopes into flight.
don't take no for an answer,
when your aim proves worthy.
don't take a simple rejection,
when the opposition plays dirty.
together, be sure, you fly.. YES YOU FLY!
or separate i've noticed,
you play slaves to the time.
choice is a choice is a choice is a choice.
but nothing, not one thing, can happen,
until you collect, and you are simply ONE VOICE!

"Sing to me, sing to me, when that fat old sun in the sky is falling." Floyd

We call a lifetime's worth of yearning, obsession.
But who can see beyond a lifetime,
enough to say it isn't eternal love?
The moth will follow a flame into battle,
it's attention no longer consumed by impermanence.
A reptile filled swamp, licking their lips,
and the moth won't even flinch.
For the warm light that awaits the end of the mucky water,
will seemingly shine inside that flutter-by, regardless
of whether or not it reaches it's destination alive.
Nature knows this funny thing,
that men try to layer with reason.
At least until, you and I, find, that well,
that all is possible, when no thing is defined,
and that the end justifies life with meaning.

Here's one for the road (ode to Ram Dass)

Astral experience,
starts with
total ambivalence.

Uncertainty, like history,
it's a rising flood, engulfing me.

This ego of mine surely won't last.
As it struggles for air,
'I' let it drown in the past.

The tide pulls back,
and a wind pulls me in.
The shore I am sure,
is a place to begin.

Naked as light,
a smile is born.
It chases the face,
of a child, to adorn.

Inner peace, in a beautiful world.
Tragedies cease, as flowers unfurl.

So, please drink from the fountain,
you seem parched and uncouth.
But you must go through self-cleansing,
before tasting a taste, of eternal youth.

The immortal stream, is not a phase to achieve.
It's a reminder for us, who forget to believe.
Now the cosmic patterns, fail to leave me in awe,
I think of when God had a clean slate, and began to draw.

So, connected by heaven, we must come to amends.
We must drop all the wars, and realize that we are all friends.
Don't let any form of society (whether secretive or not)
don't let it continue, to bask in an unashamed & multi-faceted perpetual onslaught.

Karma could prove to be problematic,
and all races of children
will be forced to hide in their neighbors attic.
Countless horrors that will go unnoticed,
unless we put down the hatred,
and embrace the peace of the Lotus.

Earthly presence, in a time full of passion,
could be the one cure, if we rise up together,
united and free, in a loud type of fashion.

Compassion is possible, and it's not controversial.
But it must be world wide, must be universal.
We will stand up humbly, and take back our crowns.
We'll provide health-care to all people, as we make our first rounds.

The next chapter isn't written.
This past one seems just about done.
Let us all grab the pen from those demons,
and we'll scribe a truly new world into the coming pages.
Can't you already feel the change that's begun?

Inflating the bubble, well, pop, mm-ha, that's all there was.

Entertainment, court arraignment, and a fine line in between.
Growing older, tv's colder, we're the victims of high self-esteem.
Watch your temper, stare it down, to convert the source of rage.
We want, we need, some simple times, to freshly ink our own page.
Leak hate in through the system's gates, and tell me if they enjoy the reality of a looking glass.
Sweet history says 'Yes they do' they love calling us illegal, and themselves rational.
Back please back the fuck down I say, you monolithic accomplice ridden PIG.
Who so called you God? Not I nor my companions. Ignorance that you propagate is still a lie.
I've never heard of any want, except the want to love and help and realize one another,
so that mutually, yeah, we can enjoy experience ten-fold what is possible in a perpetual fiction.
I won't suggest that I have authority over judging your mis-takes.
For if I am your brother and not your God (as we all are siblings in soul) then I cannot sell you any form of an unworthy status-quo. That little fact, I mean, does it not call to attention, that our "should-be" siblings in government, also cannot implement irrational logic as Law? Especially in an age such as the time has brought upon, where enlightenment of the true and corrupt version of history has been simply revealed. The perspective of which they've had us dismiss at the elementary level.

Gentle people of today, are fighting for whats always been fought for, at enough of a common-sense level, to the point where I wretch inside when the iron-fist of assholes pull off the illusion of having the upper hand. I don't even know how to conclude this with a firmer statement.

or whatever.

thinkin' bout conception, of all things ever been,
and the imposing means of being, just trying to justify it's own ends.

clean slates aren't just granted gifts,
what's destined? i'll make sense of this.
oh i'll make sense of what's come up.
and i'll bury your bones before they stagnate in your room..

..or in your soul..

..cause love's a callin' and it's world-wide now.
can't try and pretend like we were always somehow,
dialectic martyrs with a hint of sangria.
cause we were deadly vodka tonics
just numbing their pain, due to lack of handing out a meaning.
and we keep it locked up in case we need it in our next life.

and on and on we will run around and play musical chairs until somebody plants a tree and shares the shade on a hot summer day.

Helter skeleton.

Uncertainty, like disease, leaves me standing weak at the knees.
Life's highs and lows have dropped me somewhere in the middle of a war.
No high is enough, no low is all that forgiving.
I now understand the concept of a steep downward spiral.
When I get to the bottom, I go back to the top of the slide,
where I stop and turn and I go for a ride, till I get to the bottom and I see you again.
I'm comin' down fast but baby don't let me break you.
I'm comin' down fast but don't let me break you.
Will you won't you.. want me to make you?
I can make it better, in the end.
I can be what hasn't come. I can cue a clash of the races.
Not between dark skinned and light skinned,
but rather, between those who have cleansed their own souls,
and those that refuse to wash away the misguiding scum that covers theirs.
The duel of duality is at hand, while divine truth itself is at stake.
It will ring like a symphony, brass pinned against wood,
but my destiny knows I can't dance a fraction of how much I can love.
I'm scared of the unknown, and yet I'll find my way.
Maybe I'll search the skies for a woman bearing diamonds.
First though, I need to find courage to keep the future intact within me, otherwise without me.
I'll water this blooming dream for now, the 'rest' (ha) later.

~ps~ the universal human apocalypse is nothing but the acceptance of transcendence,
but without politeness of patience for those who stall during their journey inward.

Radio check.. check.. we're clear

Up to date, I'd say "When the fuck are we?"
Does it even matter any more?
I want to know what would cause the biggest disruption.
What would send souls searching for solace?
I have time as my platform, and a wave of potentialities
rippling from my fingertips. Let's see what happens.

Same ol' song, changing it's tune with the times

Established deceitful system of wrongfully intentioned
infiltrators of a should-be Just government.
They dangle marijuana in front of our faces,
and then when we reach for it, they say NO,
you can't make choices for yourself,
you must go to jail for thinking otherwise.

But I see the day, when we wake up,
and we dangle the power from the people
in front of these dark suited individuals,
and when they reach out for our Compliance, we say NO,
you cannot take control of the world as a self-made god,
you must have been foolish to think you could go on
turning OUR opinions into distant echoes behind "Official" information.

Did you ever get fed up? I said “I mean did you ever get scared that everything was going to go lousy unless you did something?"

title credit to JD Salinger
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anyway..
When in the course, of the only life one knows,
there lies the answer to your greatest question.
Snuck into the fabric of time, and space,
so that patience alone, is the key to solving that riddle.
My questioning of existential perception, has varied
over the spread of my waking life. As the unknown becomes
known, and right back to a greater unknown. The depth that
comes with utilizing all four accessible dimensions is a vast
field of potential that I rarely see people in control of.
Outward, outward, forever the answer must be out there.
But really? Maybe in the uncharted forests, but you will not
find answers in established society. For the "answers" from
your computer screen and television, are failing to produce
local action. Failing to produce ANY real action.
Take your dusty bikes out of the garage.
Plant some tomatoes in your back yard, and tend to them.
Gather 5 friends and protest the nearest Wal-mart,
I doubt the local businesses would mind.
I'm not sure who killed the electric car,
nor can I prove that Kennedy didn't want his vision to die along with him.
I don't want to see the world fail at collaborating, just because
we feel like our force cannot escape from the web of a system
of which we've become trapped and intertwined in.
Human race, at once, synonymous with the egoistic based
society of which we fail to shed the skin of, time and time again.

I'll enjoy nonetheless, all that comes with having my own mind,
regardless of whatever tomorrow brings.

Titles deceive (like my previous one) but substance achieves

Type a type of flowing form,
meanings full of something warm.
Black and white show on the screen,
but can I write the color green?
I could describe an overly,
enthusiastic snake.
Or maybe a teenager leaf, not yet ready,
for the pallbearer's rake.
Would you know what I call yellow?
In a crowded street, it's all that is mellow.
It's the alley-cat king, atop it's trashcan throne.
It's the fresh graffiti, source unknown.
Is it worth all of your consumer distractions,
to miss out on the colors, of untapped interactions?

The negro jazz man, playing "Come Together"
in the subway as we sing-a-long,
to avoid what was dark and frigid November weather.
He accepted a large bag of chips, for donation,
and said "you must be purple, just like me,
cause I sure as hell don't see no caucasian."

"Underneath" I realized that night,
is our defining color, beyond visual sight.
The force that guides what you do on this plane (of existence)
shows, when you peel back your skin,
and loosen the tight grip on your brain.

What then, is for sure?
Well I know only my path.
Maybe you need to find the wandering jazz man,
or maybe just ponder a crowded street.

This will be my final note, I don't know what else to say

So this is you? You've come a long way, eh?
I don't know who you are, but I'm sure you've got a story.
Well you definitely have access to a computer, that's fact one.
You know that we live on 'Earth' (as the english speaking folk would say)
That's fact two.
Ancestors that we come from, well most of them liked to record their
insightful observations, and make contributions toward keeping their
personal beliefs afloat over a mess of long-lasting manipulative lies.
If music from the 1960's & 70's were a voice of the people,
well than, the ones that ultimately govern, played deaf and dumb.
If hope of what we know inside, were to manifest and flourish
on the spot.. well than the ones that ultimately govern,
would be ejected from their power house, the way Lady Justice
would be scolded for lifting up her blind-fold. For we judge not
by the apparent view the Media forces on people, but by
the inherent logic of a peaceful means, with fairest results in mind.
If all of history, prior to this moment, were to be examined by pure light..
well that light would stand in front of you and say, "Well your kind have
definitely been through an intense span of perpetual growth. Thus
humans have also been hindered by a perpetually faux dominance.
So open up and say 'Ahh' I have the cure for the extreme duality
you've been experiencing. I will ask you to shed light (true focus)
over towards the dark trap of the faux domineering ones. This will take
courage, for looking into the root cause of your previously unseen disease
is a task that requires a sense of self that is wiser than the egoistic mask
that has been basking in the dark of your collective soul."

My self, at least, well, I have been grabbing at the dark of my soul,
looking within, with a light I didn't know could be used in such a way.

I pray now, that compassion is known, through and through,
and that light is forced upon the ignored aspects of the collective,
and thus, upon the dark times that manifest on the world scene.
Answers, fair-trial based justification, diplomacy, relations, relativity..
What mean they, those words.. at heart?

Flanders diddly rocked socks, but Maude was beautifully minded.

No care in the world, tops my care for your health.
No smile of mine, means more than the one that forms
when you are there to cause it.
No texture more fitting in my hand, then the silk hair of your resting head.
No sound vibrates as unabashed as your lullaby.
Memories. Presentries, & future prospects with a lot to prove.
and if we only made it to Peru.. we would need look no further.

They Live

So many rules in society,
control based on celebrity status.
Don't fight the system, the rich and famous don't.

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I read the news today, oh boy..

As our dot of a city weens into the Sun's peripheral vision,
it wonder's what we've been doing during our 12 hours of hiding.

For, our solar friend does not keep in touch with his starry family,
who watch out for us while our pal is busy lighting the other half of our rock.

“Do you know why we exist?” says he, to us.
“We thought you would know.” I answer.

""I know light and warmth, and gravity..
but I know nothing about the whys.
I see all that you do, while your in my sights,
unashamed, as you watch the skies.

I thank you though, personally, for keeping quite in touch,
I always cherish a friendly face, though it may not seem like much.
I call on you now, as I am ignored by the rest, to help me with a task,
you must shake the world, and wake them up, as they ignorantly bask.

Blames are cast, and faults run deep, when you're looking from down there.
Ascend though, your sight, and see from out here, the gem that thou dost share.
Time I hear, is running out.. and so you all strive to make ends meet.
If that's the issue, then look down for the answer, to where the ground does embrace your feet.

You calculate millenniums, as if you've lived those thousand years,
you know certainly nothing, I say contrite, except your temporary fears.
Now, you've met my friend Gaia? Yes, she of whom you live atop.
She's the one to bear the weight of time, and for your death, she will not stop.

Did you hear her scream out “Why God, Why?!” .. in 1942?
I did, I did, as your bomb was dropped, and there was nothing I could do.
Maybe you saw her smile, when you voted JFK?
“You see now, Sun ?” she said to me, “You see my peoples world-wide change ?”

Now, Kennedy's death was not the problem,
you'd already voted for his ideals..
What went wrong, was that you let liberty roll out of your grasp,
right along with that open car's wheels.

You, the people, in fact choose those who form a congress,
to speak for collective fairness and well being.
Yet the majority does deliver you not from evil, but directly TO evil.
As they ignore the ideals of 1776, and in fact crush any attempt of upheaval.

Earth child, yes, this is your time, as my rays grab your attention.
Please do remember as tyranny falls, that one fact, needs global mention.
Eternal Life! to the cause of freedom, judged by your 3 eyes.
Once you grab it, run with it, away from the medias bias.

They need your skewed perceptions, to continue their dirty game.
But look away from the TV sets, as bringing truth to the Capital becomes your aim.
Diplomacy and common ground, should be sought from every people's front.
Your mother, Earth, is striving now, to grow where darkness doesn't.”"

This is when the Sun sighed loud, and grinned a huge grin.
He sensed my mutual feeling, of wanting a consistently global peace.
I'm sure he's met billions of friends just like me,
but I don't think he gets tired of telling his tale.

"Parents wonder why the streams are bitter..

..when they themselves have poisoned the fountain"
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Deciphering the meaning of life is impossible.
Nothing ever seems to make sense, besides false perceptions.
Not god, not science, not even this moment.
Tricks all around, no longer just for kids.
We trick ourselves into a mutually corrupt society.
I'm tricking you with yet another random observation.
You're tricking me with a Self-Righteous opinion.

We talk the talk, and walk certain walks.
How are you living in false hope?
I'm just fine, making myself believe it's natural, like always.

In no way am I a proper human being.
I don't comprehend how to function within the current system of things.
Often I wonder if this experience I'm having was meant to be..
or if really there is a giant joke being played on your's truly.

Whatever the reason, and meaning, behind the big picture of it all..
I hope that we all get to see the Universe with out it's mask of physical reality, eventually.

Spoiler alert: water kills the witch, n the wizard isn't almighty

Slight of mouth, is not worth a damn to me.
I hear how you slip insanity into your interpretation our sane constitution.
I see how you fool them into your foolishness.
Yes, we can. No you can't, I smell fumes of what can only be described,
as the early stages of another lie.
It's not hard to see through your veil,
but you've made it a challenge to get them to look to the left side of the room,
even though your curtain is stripped back, and you stand as naked as fiction.

They want the Wizard of Emerald City.. so they eat up your smoke and mirrors..
Well Mr. Fake, I don't want your diploma, to tell me I was smart all along..
I don't want your clock, to tell me my hearts been beating all along..
I don't want your decree of courageousness..
I want to be home, and not reduced to black and white..
I want my own world to experience the beauty of the world,
that which you are holding back from us..

nonsensically yours,
chirp

A Space Note minus a certain illusion called reality

Lonely Gaia..
ra ta ta..
Befriended Maya..
ra ta ta..
Long Ago..
ra ta ta..
And So We Know..
ra ta ta ta..
That We Will Peak..
hm ya ta ta..
Then God Will Speak..
skra fic tee ohm..
So.. Heaven Sent..
pra ta pra ta..
Your Body's Rent..
illuminate..
So Waste Not Your Life..
And Live On Past The Strife..
I'm Sure Destiny's Been Calling You..
And It Wants You To Know Truth..

there are infinite ways to make our move.
let's give em a show.

Happy birth-day, my precious world.

Now I don't know when or how you came to be.
Nor do I know how every event that has ever happened,
led to my specific existence upon your airy ground.

Though I may be able to have a guess,
that maybe we were meant to share each other.
You are a resourcefully precious gift,
and I hope that I personally have used my time wisely.
For if I have spent too much time taking you for granted, I apologize.

Do you blame the Universe, for us human beings claiming you as a home?
I hope you can make it through our rigorous process of Global Enlightenment.
I hope you will understand that not all of us wish to be part of certain charades of mal-intent.

Are you, as a whole, lost like the rest of us?
Are you part of a larger group of your own kind? and feel like you aren't up to par?
Maybe you are just here for the infinite possibilities of anomalies that are able to be manifest based on natural selection of all living beings.

Some people feel like they have this world figured out.
There are 2 prime examples.

1) Those in the system, including those deceived by it.
(Plugged into the Matrix)
Their flaws lie in an unchallenging mindset.
If it's shiny and nice on the outside.. they'll buy into it, regardless of the the quality of the content. They believe false flag truths because they cannot (as a whole) overcome the lure of a massive status quo. They are mostly content with the story that a bias Media has to tell.
Basically, they see that the system has been around for most of history, and accept non-sense as self evident, rather than questioning both the Now, and the Past, that the Global Elite use as a compliance tool. There has been no permanent Revolution in these modern times, so why bother?
etc.. etc..

2) Those who were raised out of, and more-so, those who transcended through the bars of the system by means of a truly fair opinion, and were able to break the trend of a strict egocentric mind. They see the faulty status quo for what it is.. garbage. They can express themselves much more creatively and have a deep passion for what is truly Just and Truthful. They tend to believe that fate is on their side. Seen as rebellious and revolutionary, they accept that there must be much more sensible way to Govern world affairs, and understand the concept of Responsibility and Diplomacy.
etc.. etc..

So where does this leave us?
In a world-wide civil war.
Both sides are relentless.
Those with the systematic approach, with the 'Elite' in control of operations,
they believe themselves to have authority over those that don't agree with them.
Those with a truly revolutionary approach, seem to be somewhat divided in the how, and the if,
of whether they can manifest their ideas into a living breathing reality.

Meanwhile, problems are multiplying, and the status quo has become a blatant FAIL,
yet no action is being taken to overthrow the non-sense.

So who's to blame?
Those perpetuating the current system?
Or those who fail to fully organize a revolution, of true change?

There is one constant, and that is the fact that we cannot change the past,
or the course that has brought us to this very moment and all it consists of.
We can only look into ourselves and ask where exactly we want to move as a whole,
and also ask, what is the effect of the allowance of ignorant agendas to be played out to their maniacal end?

I digress..
hm, so.. they say it is now 2009.
I think that we're just one full revolution around the sun from this specific angle of our orbit.
Time is a concept, it's the view from outer space that puts it in perspective.
It shows you how simple an instantaneous Human Enlightenment can be.
We could save our home, our planet, maybe.

However cliche - Brian