On, and sought.

I am thankful for what's passed, history.

Though not looking for more signs or similies that

so forged the lessons and days on my end

burned with some genuflection for 'God.'

The pilgrimage of old

sought birth in a new world

from kingdom's fauxs that fractured good faiths.

Yet, tough to kick the habit

to instill lessening of prideship

in those that live with spirit,

those non-modern, but family,

those equal folk, yet different

in their craft and in their plight.

Oh where does the trail of tears cease?

At the western sea.

Where does it end? In time I think, pray, ease.

Versings

Similar to actuality, no, quite exactly so,

a boy couldn't find the words,
a girl couldn't find the words.
For thee who deciphers the verse of tarot
so to 'do what thou wilt.' in whole,
ye brightfolk may pass on the light,
as touch, through this night of mind.

Through choice is freedom
and none above may claim providence,
for no god is so perverse.
Yet hell be your's, ye dim passer-by
for whom rape lay the cards of fortune.
For attuned you are not, nor worthy of the touch
amongst world, among sibling, among self.
So, though paths do fork,
your earth may hope to share it's humble stage inclusively
in exchange that thy helm is of a keenest and selfless pride.
Why else to be? I cannot imagine.
For if all is a mirror, I today have sighed multitudes.

atmospheric

heightened vibratory waves transfixed in a mission,
subtle the friction.
some present condition.
we, may reach out and mull the solar enigma.
it's pro-system
gravit(n)ational division.
some lesson?
time is the essence
nowhere but home,
stuck in the waves

on the shore
with the waste
of failure.
yet
stamped as if ink to the skin
reminding..

you won't like me when i'm angry, or maybe you will? it's relative amigo.

I'm sad that it seems it's time I write verse un-transcendently.
Like when simply I'll state that I love my whole family,
why must it not be obvious I mean planet-wide?
I'm outside the box and stuck in a waiting line,
biding space-time, passing Einstein, and relatively un-phased by it.
When the light flashes at par-speed and the boom-rush is supersonic,
do the math now it's subatomic demonic genocide, the death toll's bubonic,

this the real coupon you shop with.
“Thank you and come again.” was this the 'flaw Atlantean'?
Bombardment marketing, and war-crimes encrypted,
the long con deception, paints a justified depiction,
replacing richness with cash bills, and value with digits.

It's a monolithic veil taking the wide-world with it.

Can't escape it these days, paralysed by it's vampyric gaze.

Retreating to how simply golden idols are praised.

scattered on whole

scattered lonely pieces, its all i've ever been.
my universe of reason and anarchistic whims.

with these misdirected gestures,
the mark is left clean as the days are wide.
for when one creates division
one forgets where to place one's pride.

illusion becomes the game on high,
fear is the guard of the lapse.
weapons, the cause and the cure for the war.
but can one revolt against a spiritual tax?

i understand the animosity against america,
and concern for the world at this time.
though what result can become of hate from afar,
while community's so estranged from within?

where is the generation of today to emerge
before the next to arise take the reins?
what is the point of breeding the bloggers
who bully the charm out of life?

the fun of interjection has diminished,
for no claim from the heart can get past.
the gandhis are struck down on their walk to the sea
every time violence is praised by the masses.

fear not or fear all
as the days roll on through.
be the change and escape
or be the cracker and the slave.

facing certain uncertainty to come,
the web to untangle is long.
worried to lose the jobs in the screens,
hollywood: now wrecking ball dumb.

los angeles: the stars and the angels.
angels who distract all my friends.
million dollar idols
and million dollar ass-holes.

district of columbus:
barbarous as it's name.
running around as if god's command,
as if they understood the land.

if we've admitted mistakes,
why still trample human rights?
seems as ever an iron fist on the world,
as the days of old and beyond.

luxury resources,
(olympus are we)
take the honor of killing
the bees and the trees.

god damn the government,
back on through to sumerian rule.
god damn the first sale beyond trade,
god damn hiding the phallus and womb.

god damn all of it backed by religion,
so lost from the spiritual core.
hypocrisy is easy for it buys time
until you die.
seems we are the lucky
left to answer for a long train of ancestral lies.

50 years of fighting for it,
and 49 too long.
kill another foreign land,
we'll write another song.

arms around brother's shoulder,
not around his neck.
let him breath not die of disease, in vain,
from radiation in the air.
the chance to care and speak our woes
is a right to be kept in all prayer.

solutions that lead to a world in peace?
"daft. juvenile. it's not of the times.
endless couch-locked politics,
hey it's worth the 40 year office job."

god damn money.
god damn corporate minded greed.
god damn pills, creating weak-willed
neurotic voters.
we wouldn't need psychologists
if we only had each other,
on whole.

Deep confusion and thus..

Please, enough with the symbols of life.
The elephant is smart,
the donkey has pride.
The lion, the snake,
need no royal ties.
No scepter and throne,
no statues of stone.
The sunrise is ours; nature's and mine.
No dawn claimed by men
shall capture that shine.
Shells on the beach,
honed by the tide.
You can't bottle that essence
with oil drums destined for smog,
lest you draw shut your blinds
and ride one the backs
a few well directed
barely-not-lies.

I'd say I'm pro-earth
and neutral, on blame.
But I'm anti-this-endless-and-dangerous-game.
Grounds grow our food, but we outsource the job,
to the live-stock stock market,
and the fields of rainbow lies
that can survive under the clouds of thick smog.

I can't make heads or tails
of which one's in this burger.
I'll flip a gold coin,
I mean copper.
I mean, paper.
I mean paper.
I mean paper.

placebo news

if conscience was worth it's measure in time,
i'm sure we'd be on the mark.
if perspective answered the phone when it rings,
i'm sure it would begin to talk.

magnitude would find it's guilt
for hiding in the past.
there unto would change be free
of chains bound to ego and caste.

home, says perspective,
is not in my field.
for home is definite, steel.
home is the songbird
and i am the decoy
when magnitude offers a deal.

Causality Of The Whole

Causality meanders dear (near, that is.)
Though a universe to share is far (from here, that is.)
Yet, self can shatter time (fear, that is.)
And spill instant global tears (cheer, that is.)
Friendly manners float (high, that is)
Like the benefit of kites (by, that is)
A wind carries the love (mine, that is)
Through thick of roars and beats (life, that is)
New chapters thought are scribed (lain, that is)
Halting metal gears in their tracks (page, that is)
It's a shout across the sea (plain, that is)
To circulate foreign wide (range, that is)
For local is the heart inside, there among the whole.