HUMAN INSTINCT
has lead me as much as spiritual fotitude
athiest's taught me as much as minister's
evolutionists as much as creationaists
... in my wanders toaward
the ever-evolving over-consciousness
the delicate mesh of covenants
we navigate hit and miss
soldiers in our garrisions
the cells and gardens
we drift through
oblivious ghosts
reanacting our deaths for an audeince of none
conspiring with our friends
for fame and wealth and delusions of wisdom
talking until the words
take on a life of their own
... then go take lives
our orphaned thoughts become bayonets at our backs
their tips gleaming silver
dripping with our blood
when we are weary of the attack
they fill us with pills and propoganda
and dreams of glory and heavenly lies demeaned long ago into blood brown mud
on our black boots
the polticians back home are spared
the screams of the dying
the defeaning of the bombs
the blinding blasts
turning friends into stone cold flesh
the war profiteers keep their kids
coked up with the jet set
far from the fray
& complain
that they already have enough taxes to pay
while they bitch and whine that we're all fine
not that they mean us in their we
YOU BETTER BEWARE, baby
before they hypno you back into
a complacent cow in the pasture
lynched in red tape
trapped under heavy fire
in a muddy trench
my laugheter seems a long time ago
beard rapidly graying
spirit hardened by battle and visions
of wars to come
I limp into the fray bleeding from a thorny crown
dripping from the wounds of nails and a spear
the secret/secret blonde haired boy
44 years undercover
reavealed as the most
expected/unexpected
figure in human history
i want to answer the offered prays
retire into a circle of gratious friends
NOT MY FATE
I was born to fight the rebel's fight
Who gets what they want?
Who even really knows what it is?
Glimpses of future we must avoid
seem to run out everywhere before me
I AM PROGRAMMED TO WIN AT ANY COST
a relentless machine that will not stop
Armaggedon in the flesh
injustice always rile me to lightening and fire
I DO NOT BACK DOWN
I regroup
assess strengths and weaknessess
and study the latest fires and floods
the wellspring of spirit feels
like it is going to explode out through my flesh
see my skin hardened by the inner heat
cracking and breaking off
as white light bursts from me
I AM AN EXPLODING STAR
losing the costume of cover
I have used all these embyrionic years
the lies of God and man have kept me hidden
from even myself
Now I Know.
MY FATE IS WRITTEN IN THE HEAVENS!!!
Not in your mind/not in your bullets/not in your words.... only mine.
Can't imagine myself moving through crowds of lepers
manifesting the prophecy
that goes along
with this
HOMECOMING
BAPTISE YOUR OWN NAME
NEED NO ONE
become a FOOTNOTE
in a computer buried
in a nuke withstanding mountain in Utah
why not?
MAYBE u can save the dead
as long as you take into account all the other
unweildy tombs SCREAMING in the libraries
the faces in the tv's and computer
that made epic on the silver screen
AND THE SACRED GONZO
B proud
to be
acknowledged
BY ALL
as
one
who ponders great questions
not one who comes up with great answers
WE DON'T NEED ANY MORE GREAT white MEN ANSWERS
for
now
just
learning to listen will take tens of decades
so we're pretending real
in this pipedream of peace
this toddlertext teetering
uncertainly
through the
infinite jest
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