Over 16,528,549 people are on fubar.
What are you waiting for?
The Position
Appear too flashy...they will gun for you
if you try to look that trashy
they will run from you.
the more you try to hide
the more you'll stand out
the more you want, fighting to have
the more it is you'll do without.
All of it is superficial
aside from select, intuitive ones
who have done the math
crunched the numbers and
quality baked their sensory buns.
Select ones...selected ourselves
bravado never assumed or intended.
Humility here in the message
we quietly make the transition
turning it down just once...for effect
we qualify to run the position !
Gaia Cried
Rubber, copper, neoprene
water, oil, and gasoline.
They said these things would never mix
all used in shiny death machines
they were so proud to say they could fix.
Wildlife run down on smooth crackled roadways
sun blotted out we heard Gaia speak boldly.
The colors you see, your dying illusion
watch my atmosphere decay. .
my greatest confusion!
Why did you wait until it was so late
as the red dwarf marks my contusions?
Mix your isotopes, report your findings
as more of my species go extinct.
Will you leave news journals of your careless ways
so the field trip classes will know what to think?
Created, image of the master, no use now as
broken alabaster.
Fallen into factions, causing their demise. .
look how cute some of the "baby big dumb" were!
Skulls fractured tears streaming down from their eyes.
Ghosts
There is a void
the infrastructure of ghosts
around intense electricity
I have learned.
They're not sure in haunting
the current does something
to return thier wanting
to wreak havoc . .
they just get burned.
Most won't try to get it together
if they're falling apart
at the seams
the electricity divides
their means in certain weather
interrupts the beams
that make it too easy for them
in this world.
Mulholland Drive
I recall past days... carefree ways
searching for a place to record
studio, living room, it didn't matter
a cheesy little mixing board
instruments set up beckoning
patiently waiting, our desires burning
there was nothing better
we could be working on.
From the hazy desert dusk
to a colorful magical dawn
those were the days we had it all
then a life of struggle crept in
before we knew it our time was up
back to a world of doubt with a grin.
In the back of minds we could always find
the smell of the engine... the halo of lights
Hollywood nights, and Mulholland Drive
the end of the day, we all would play
heaven knew... we were so alive.
Love won't die
I take a hit
input side
a screen comes on in my mind.
A loss made gain
no matter how
I search, in want to find.
There was once a girl
in all of our lives
sweeter than sugar
yet, sharper than knives.
We can all
remember who she was
where could she be right now?
We see that love
just won't die
it sort of beads..
then falls from our eyes.
Life
A set of encrypted keys
lefts and rights of living
which ones to omit
how many will fit
tumblers of lost forgiving?
Some things are better left
to the trials of fate
measure of love on the right
by caliber of surrounding hate.
Weigh them meticulously
as resolution un-cloaks
circumstances will always be..
then you just can't trust some folks.
Most are products of, quickening environment
alongside guarded government
how fast can we learn, and how to apply
what we take from this experiment?
Upon Review
Electricity, to form and thought
lives we live?
Aren't all we've got. .
we see and hear, the moment is gone-
spectral remembrances..carry on!
It may conclude at any moment
no way anyone. . can prepare for it
feelings produced from sound and vision
souls are infinite?
Such precision!
We are all recorded song
to live the here and now
in review from now on
when we're not here
the other side . . we are song!
A blueprint of creation fromwhich we all. .are drawn.
Feelings
I'll rise from the realm of dreams
walking slowly back to the world
of men and machines
I'm not sure what it means
watching this planet
come apart at the seams.
Those with shining souls in tow
will soon have complete control
planting crystal columns
from the front row
by multitudes and volumes
words will only be
compulsory
feelings will soon rule
as love will be
the only worthwhile tool.
The End
Birth. . a human cycle begins
so far from remember when
Living for what?
We turn away. . from the last chapter
all are shown someday.
Try to remember, light in your eyes
the beginning is. .
no one dies!
Our thin entropic skin
holds an entity that has no end
we are infinite . . every spiritual core
you won't believe what you came for !
How close you are to the real meaning
means nothing to you if it's always raining.
You will have your place in the sun again
the beginning was. . there is no end.
Diamond Phrases 1
*
When
you finally see
that everyone you meet
everything that happens to you
brings you lessons that are important
to learn, you become grateful
for everyone and
everything.
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Burden of Proof
Do we accept the fairy tales as fact. .
or at the burden of proof
that the stories are whacked?
It's axiomatic. . affairs of man
making the claims
the evidence upon demand
proving it's valid
a claim may be lame
by facts at hand
desperation. . calls
for discrimination
to support or deny . . that's all.
Lack of fundamental knowledge
is at the root of all major religion
sorry to burst your bubble
at the edge of a knife..
religion is responsible
for more death than life.
Touch
Lay your fingers on some shiny strings
lets see what tomorrow brings
wrap your fingers around these sticks
transpose ancient code. .to modern licks
upgrade your brain's "input side"
and fire it up, we're going for a ride!
Touch of music
peace through you
in every musical thing you do
we are on the border
of creation's order
can you feel it now?
I believe it will reach. .
us ALL somehow.
Time Is. .
If time is money
and money is funny
why is it no laughing matter?
people will kill
the last mad hatter
even if the symptom
is hype.
If money isn't funny
and time wasn't money
could you make some time for me?
the time is ripe
I only have time
and never enough can't you see?
The Light
Tell them we are souls, along for the ride
remembered image, the light inside
following the ones
deep inside the night.
Knew no other way decoding clues
we have seized the day
(that's news to you)
against what everyone thought we'd do
we have fallen .. deep
inside the light, we fall asleep
inside the light!
We are closer to our never
forever dreaming why
we are this forever
we keep inside
a light.
Wherever You Go
Sons of the tide of the music inside
we forgot we all have to go
chorus of feelings in a single image
still, there are many now who know
that it is all, based on faith
I know there is no other way
are we born to learn love. .then pain, and feel lost?
My loneliness won't leave me alone today.
Are we just souls, along for the ride
remembered images of love inside
entertaining angels who play music to angels
no loss on the other side!
Just give me my music so I can forget
who I was, for a little bit
just give us our song, it's where we belong
we believe we can understand it.
no need for before, another closed door
no going back, this I know-
I can say "I love you" if you listen to me
I'm with you . .wherever you go.
Wind over the Wasteland
Leaps of trial and error
transforming to a singular blind jump
of faith...
maybe if we wait
or lead it off a little bit
we won't have to
try too hard to relate to it
higher vibration control
the lower ones inside infinite soul
These lives surely must be
on autopilot within present infinity
it all comes down to timing
polarity from the pole
of the contact journal.
Electric...sympathetic
amphoric, prehistoric
wind over the wasteland
at night.
Writer's Block
Try everything you do, is high profile
every move you make is watched
every step you take is revealing your style
every act you make is mocked.
Writers don't do anything different
we've done it for so long . .
now there's money with everything in it.
Then comes the day, we take it all away
where do actors of the script go anyhow?
They wait patiently for the day
when we bring it all back...
lock stock and barrel we will lack.
You see we took the bargaining table
we took away the fly by night fable...
we took away the horse and stable
and we are stealing your dish and cable
so don't look under the rug for the missing key...
you knew all along...it was me...
now it's my turn... to be.
Trust
Trust a machine for the end of your dream
to a nightmare just beginning
when will we learn, it's love that counts
not if you are losing or winning.
Trust not the system if it won't apply
the next time you are owed your due
if "man made it. . man can change it"
one person would matter, if that person was you!
It takes years to build, seconds to destroy
are you building on sadness. .
or a rock of joy?
Trust is one thing, they always say
that will make your tomorrow
or ruin your today!
"Trust" is not a precursor to "must"
But in this life..
They are synonymous.
47 Tucanae
Those veiws with overtones in Religion
fly in the face of, us with a vision
expanding universes. . primeval atomic
we find we are not alone.
Are these views now so drastic?
The epiphany of island expansion
smoking gun on the the mantle of the mansion
nothing that is . .is as it was
transgression from the world of means.
A spinning neutron star
the music of a millisecond pulsar
singing us a song from afar
from millions of light years away
a place where we all belong.
Those of us with authentic vision
fly in the face. . of those rooted in Religion
smoking gun on the mantle of expression
nothing that was, is as it seems
relation from the world of dreams.
