Sunday, July 21, 2013

Collection # 2



Dimly lit dungeon corridors. Flickering and murmurs tremble in the silent damp air…  broken only by the sharp rhythmic heartbeat cracking of black boots on underground stone, echoes marching motivated; little spirit creatures observe and scurry in reaction fleeting flitters behind torches hung on walls casting dancing waving shadows jumping light and dark. Endless portals of possibility wooden doors stretching, reaching down and out through mysterious sedimentary tunnel hole. Conscious ethereal critters whisper to each other… suppressed giggles
                “Do you have the boy?”
                                “Yes, of course.”
                “Were you followed?’
                                “No, I don’t think so.”
                “Were you FOLLOWED??”
                                “No.”
                “OK, meet me at the river tomorrow midnight and the girl is yours.”
  2 enigmatic figures in trench coats part ways, one takes with him an evil grim glinting grimly from behind a scraggly beard. Takes sharp left to hidden passageway, lost buried kingdom, begins to cackle while climbing stairs. Emerges into sunlight landscape countryside not far from bustling daytime old-style town. Sounds of fun, laughter, mixed music, stirred up porridge of voices reverberate into distance.
                A TRAP
                There’s no exchange
                                no boy
                                                no girl
                                                                no deal
                ONLY a scam a sham
                A hustler’s cheap conjuring trick
                all smoke + mirrors
                just mirages of perception.
                Trust nothing
                The world is yours
                Now GO!
TWINKLE SPRINKLE on my head
Now my blue is turning red
And my red is turning blue
I’m a Buddha and a Jew
Interchanging codependence
Time for final chance repentance
Treat the universe with reverence
Body mind and spirit severance
***
Fuck the illusion of fear:
Just drop out -
Tune in and turn on
And let go of doubt
***
There’s
Cameras in the streets
And cancers in the sweets
Hypnotic calculations
In manipulative beats
Brainwashed newscast bitches
Like programmed plastic dolls
Are helping out the system
By building ego walls
Reading all our emails
And censoring our calls
Don’t you know?
Racist law enforcement
Sold their souls
For massive balls
Cointel Pro is
What killed Biggie Smalls.
No need for resistance
Just awareness
Recognition
Awakening together
We don’t need any permission
Organized religion
Rip off superstition
Atomic desperate mwarfare
Force the world into
Submission
To a dozen politicians
To keep the people from suspicion
They shield us from the vision
And tell us money is our mission



Recognize the nucleus
The center and the core
We wildfire children
Wander aimless through the door
The door of ancient secrets and modern
Revelations
Let me sink my teeth into
The fruit of great temptation
***
Infinite release
Absolute embrace
Perfect inner peace
Unlimited space
Boundless liberations
Fractal ??? relations
 Energy is consciousness
The source of all creations
Cannot be born
Cannot be destroyed
Beginningless and endless
Eternal in the void
Undying and transforming
An ever-changing dream
Seen by ever-present stillness
Glimmering light-beam
The star of the past is falling
The star of the future is calling
Right now is a singularity
Happens Once in all time as a rarity
***
Infinite unbound presence
Geometric incandescence
Eerie vibrating florescence
I become one with our essence
                Emptiness a jewel of light
                Liberated angels flight
                Overcome the human plight
                And join me: dive into the night
Rich abundance: juices flowing
Rising up cad??? glowing
Open eyes undying skies
My heart can weather all the lies
Trip, and fall, and then keep rolling up
                Spirals foming round the center
The great abyss now dare you enter?
Do you seek a guide or mentor?
Don’t you know you’re the inventor?
Trust and faith in every step
Pay no mind to ego rep
Breathe and see the world
Breathe too
Golden flame vast ocean blue
                Magic at my fingertips
                Existence mine to play and fuck with
                Master of the time wave dips
                Living in this play I’m stuck with
***
Changing views and pupil dilation
Swirling hues and super sensations
                Absorbing me
I’m swept away
                In the twister
Bent and re-integrating
                                Dissolving
                Letting go
Face contorted
                Shapes distorted
Well supported
                Reality
                                Lost
Complete abstraction
                No exit
                                No distraction
It’s just a fraction of
The truth
                We brought you here
To see the fire so you
May choose yourself whether
To jump in and be burned alive on the funeral pyre
To gaze at it forever in thoughtlessness
Or to run away back to where you came from to rot in bliss
***
Sunshine and breeze meander twinkling
Into my open window
Earth dawning
Song birds sing and flutter fling
On wing
I’m up and now the heat I bring
Through smiles and eyes
Is to intense immense
It won’t make any
Sense to those who cower
Choosing cold and broken dissonance
And hide from my undying
Flower power while I take a morning shower
Above the ?? chaos spiral pattern
Of synchronism
That we form here in
My little heart oven
Can you feel the Iovin?
***
I’ve gone farther than
Any of them can possibly imagine
It’s too late for me now
I can’t turn back
There is no turning back anymore
I’ve already gotten away with it
At this point it’s all over
THE BATTLE ENDED LONG AGO
You showed up just in time
For reconstruction
All you can do is build cities made of ash
***
FUCK THE FORCE
Lost phrases drifting sinking melting
Twinkling in my prematurely broken memory
Old hazes sifting mixing jumbling
My sacred mumbling ear,
It’s humbling
Having already been prepared for such a journey
I was confident in my experienced packing abilities
And therefore put off packing until it was too late
To start packing and I had to go naked again
                Stay with it
                                You already got away with it
                You have time to play with it
                                                                So do
The words no longer true
                We’re segregated by the mind
                                And left behind
                Unlistened to
                By you
And though we knew that you
                                Would come
And make our senses all
                                Grow numb
***
Pardon me
Send me back to class
Classy as a motherfucker
Kickin ass
More black than
A Cadillac that’s sellin crack
In my shirt: Black Cloves Pack
In my pants: Lady with a rack.
***

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