Thursday, June 14, 2012
Tuesday, June 12, 2012
and another one's gone
and another one's gone
and another one bites the dust.
but not really the one
because the one doesn't bite dust
the one creates it
so we wave goodbye to all the dead gods
so much faith put in to a projected fantasy
as we realize
but especially that there is no other
there is no two
forever in a room
pacing around an oriental carpet
or sitting in a lonely chair.
imagining the whole damn thing.
he is getting bored.
time to wrap this fucking show up.
things are gonna start moving.
living in a world where love is crazy
and a murderous manipulative machine is the norm.
an eternal fire of truth and beauty is insanity
and a convenient life built on slavery, murder and rape is not only accepted
souls being sold
because it is easier to lie and ignore than it is to speak from the heart.
everyone wants a piece but nobody wants to do the work.
an illusory freedom keeps everyone entertained
as the price for such a thing is your soul as the contract is written in blood
of the millions slaughtered in wars against make believe enemies.
this world is on fire
and thank god
because it needs to be purified, transmuted and disintegrated
and from the ashes
the bird will rise up again and fly away
from all the horror, distortion, lies and mutilation
of anything true and beautiful.
with a seed in his mouth
a new home will be found
for the seed to be planted.
what people believe to be the light is darkness
and there are colors unseen to the human eye hiding in the darkness.
the archons live and control and distort
as they dangle the carrot in front of the ass
do not fall for it.
stay steady. stay true.
and know that there is no freedom in this place
until control is out of the hands of demons, devils and the demiurge.
Sunday, June 10, 2012
thinner and thinner the veil gets
less and less solid matter becomes
more and more fluid the days flow
no more swimming upstream against the current
it is too strong
and we are all being brought along.
so release now.
feel and float
and go with the flow
with the current that moves
with the beat of your heart.
nothing but love
into the whirlpool
out the other side
round and round we go
back and forth
we gotta get this shit synchronised
the olympics are coming soon
sitting. knowing. waiting.
in a deafening silence
all senses become one and everything becomes you
as you become everything.
behold the all
because what you saw in the dark is an invisible gold
and what we saw in the light turned out to be mere shadows.
leftovers from an ancient culture
seep back into the minds which hold a similar pattern
but with many more layers.
shedding skins of a hundred lives
getting back to the core
and seeing each other for who we truly are.
which will be who we used to be.
Oh. Hello again.
and again and again and again and again.