One is the loneliest number since the number two

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

so much

but especially that there is no other

one

there is no two

just one

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.

watch out.

things are gonna start moving.

art 1

Remember that time when we were everything?

sitting, drinking, smoking and chewing on ice cubes

laying in wait and/or in vain

for some thing or ONE always just out of reach.

nowhere to go except my mind

as every straight line somehow eventually curves back in on itself

around the spiral and down the rabbit hole.

holding on and letting go

of dreams, ideas and desires

as it is all illusion regardless.  

just killing non existent time in order to realize that this is so.

while waiting for others to come to this realization also.

when we reach this point it will be a forgetting of this world

and a remembering of an ancient one

when all become whole 

all will become one

all one

alone

but only for an infinitesimal second

and then all together again 

with full memory in tact

not just of this life

but all of them

so familiar, so friendly and so beautiful

it starts in this world though.

right now.

get remembering.

aliens, angels and you

a friend recently asked me:

where do i find the aliens?

which is synonymous with angels

but people these days feel funny using such terms

as a dogmatic manipulative religion hijacked the term

the angels and aliens are in and around everything

hidden under rocks, floating over your shoulder and sitting next to you on the bus

but if you want to find them....

close your eyes, look up into the center of your brain, relax and breathe

you will be amazed what you can see and where you can go

with intent, belief and patience

they are you and you are them

and if you want to see the aliens or angels

which are you

you just have to ask yourself to show yourself

your true beautiful spotless self

unhindered, unabashed and unafraid

look up with with a knowing

and be whisked away

to a foreign yet unquestionably familiar home

nobodies there and no bodies there

at least not yet

until we all remember

our full potential

and our true purpose

not to make money, acquire goods and gain recognition

but to love and live

free

of all limitations 

with no boundaries, judgements, questions or fears

the aliens and angels are waiting

and do not forget that they are you

waiting for you

to remember so you can wake up

and become ONE

with everything

see you there lovers

The border is complete, just filling in the holes now

books stacked upon books stacked upon books

myths within myths within myths

hidden in caves and carved into stone

the books have been burned

the myths have been corrupted

and the caves are off limits

yet the truth has trickled out

into the controlled minds of the masses

the prophets, artists, creators and lovers have kept it alive

and the pieces of the puzzle are being put together

once again

1 puzzle of 2 shaped like a triangle with 3 faces

12 listen to the guidance of 1 to rearrange it

but only 11 use their 22 hands while 1 waits to swoop in and deceive

144,000 pieces is a lot 

but it is almost done

and my lord will it be worth it

the picture is a beautiful one

the kind of picture that inspires people to sing songs about

the songs are so beautiful there are barely any words to describe them

but maybe ONE word

the word

Love.

turn your head it is easier that way

dont bother reading any of this.

because you dont believe it anyways

so stop looking now

there are much better things to do

like yelling  into a mirror

and judging what you once held onto

there is no time for reading 

there is money to be made

and words to take back

and a dying life to live

ignore the eternal 

and it will force its way in

because it is all there is

and convenient distractions will only suffice for so long

which is not much longer

but stop reading now

because there is nothing new here

just the same old thing

from every eon passed

as each and every aeon awakens

it is just the same old truth

and it shall be manipulated and ignored

just like it always has

thats the story

denial of the truth

out of fear

or blood lust

watch him walk down the lane

and pretend you dont know him

as every scar is reopened with a new strike

lifetimes apart but the same thing

over and over

nailed up

this world is nothing but the imagination of a dying man nailed to some wood.

waterfall, river, tsunami, whirlpool

floating down the river

born under a waterfall

twists and turns

faster and faster we go

attempting to avoid the rocks

but many are unavoidable 

when things are moving at this speed

yet the speed will get us past them quicker

and at this point

the sooner the better

because a tsunami has been building behind us

at the end of the river is a whirlpool

where it goes

nobody knows

but the current has us

and the tsunami is chasing us

what is your swim style?

i like to float

Look it up.

entropic messages of entropy

in an entropic system on the verge of entropy.

a loaded sentence using a loaded word

as we march down the barrel of a loaded gun

not with a bang but with a whimper i heard a man once say

as the disorder becomes the order

and the friction brings us closer

the game will speed up to a grinding halt

as we will be unable to do anything

but stop spinning

and attempt to pick our jaws up off the floor

in complete awe

we will rise

Let's keep on marching.

Thanks friend.

piece by pieces the body is being put back together

the transit of venus

a hymn to hecate

slow mutations

from flash floods of memories

as the eyes go up to the window on the door

a flood of energy engulfs and lifts me up

shot through space

an image appears in the black window

it is the past

it is the future

it is home

the three form goddess

lost her heads

through eons of persecution and self sacrifice

the aeons will awaken

gather their heads and their wits

in order to get through that door

overgrown paths and empty thrones

an empty throne

was thrown aside

in the minds 

of all the beautiful motherfuckers

who are slowly finding each other again

it is the largest easter egg hunt

in the history of everything

we seek underneath the pine trees

in the shit

and in our hearts

in order to find that gold 

that will lift us above it all

and bring us back to where we belong

in charge

with balanced minds

and open hearts

slowly finding that path

that has been grown over

for so much longer than we even know

we use our eyes as flamethrowers

and our words as machetes

clearing the way

it is still an uphill battle

but we have a lot of people behind us now

and the memories are pouring back in 

and questions are being asked

once you ask

answers are given

what do you want to know?

nothing is here but your mind

we have built this tower

so many times 

it has been knocked to the ground

buried under the rubble

we dust ourselves off

and pick up the pieces

and begin to rebuild

the tower is very high

this time of the year

with reinforcements

but we all know this story

and the capstone of the pyramid is almost ready to be put in place

will we get there this time

or will it be knocked to the ground again

planets being shot out of the sun

on a spiral path that is too large for us to see

one planet turns into the next

and we jump ship

or are picked up

exactly on schedule

this plan

was selected by us

and the our ideas of the future are useless now

because the tape is just being rewound

the pencil is in the spool

and what we think is a march forward 

is really 

just a vacuum pulling us backwards

into the past

which is the future

do you remember?

what you see is a movie

being watched by another movie

we wrote this a long time ago

the credits will roll soon

right up into your mouth

and into the center of your brain

as you lay on the ground

and get ready for take off

the last song plays...

elegant little grimy dance

singing a wordless song

in a trance

parting the seas

while sleepwalking

and evicting the tenants

with a flick of the wrist

or a thoughtless thought

scenery always changing

but thats the only thing

despite the illusion 

standing still

in a space dream 

trance dance

we are at the ball

but got hypnotized 

i think someone put something in the punch

the last song is about to play though

so lets get down and boogey baby.

Who is runnin shit?

military industrial complex sending the kids off to fight for.....

privatized for profit jail systems built on indian burial grounds

propaganda media machine controlling with illusion of choice

for profit health care system keeping people sick

poison the food. poison the water.

ritual sacrifice ritual abuse

the books have been slowly burning

and the majority of the minds are now under control

                       barcoded at birth they tried to sell our souls before we even had a choice.

                                                             the machine is hungry.



                                         the demons run amok who poison, rape and kill

                                  as the angels who speak of truth and love are murdered

                                                           we accept this.....why?




                                             do not fear death because you already are. 

                                                    wake up, live and take it all back.

It is happening again....but what exactly...remember?

ride the wave. see you on the golden shore.

always trying to help.

accepted or rejected.

or....

rejected than accepted.

or....

accepted than rejected than accepted once again.

i will say it now so you can live it then

and it will become your own

so you can believe it

these waves your just hopping on now

have been being created since the beginning

my entire life has been dedicated to this

all i want is for everyone to hang ten

find that wave

find that love

find that peace

ahead of the curve it gets shot back into the past which is your now

hop aboard or sink below but either way the wave has got you

we are in for a wild ride

a beautiful ride

i help make the waves for fun

so dont be scared if they seem rough

the shore is not that far away

and the undertow is just an illusion

angels.

one of the greatest bands in the known universe

Dreams

Last night i had a vivid dream i saw an old friend.

I was waiting in a house of a family i did not recognize.

A woman said she could not stop staring at the Mayan pyramid tattooed on my hand.

I was nervous.  Waiting for the arrival of my old friend.

It had been a long time and i was unsure where i stood.

Both literally and figuratively.

On the ground and in her mind.

Where was I?

Arrival.

Awkward.

The surprise turned into a jump

The jump created a smile

The smile made us hug

The hug turned into a dance.

The party began.

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I had a dream the other night that my teeth were being pulled out one by one

It was very vivid and disgusting and frightening

Earlier in the day a picture on the wall appeared to float and move in my friends perception.

In the middle of the dream the same picture fell of the wall and hitting many things on the way down.

I woke up scared, tonguing my teeth to make sure they were there.

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My friend had a nightmare that something scary was behind her. She woke up terrified.

A couple days later her daughter woke up after having a dream of an old witch with no teeth with a book called "the history of mystery"

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billions of years squashed into a tiny ball

we are not in control

we have no choice

as technology creates itself faster than we can keep up with

pushing us along more so than we push it forward

the economy is crumbling

the powers that be march our children into world war III

the environment is on a rampage

not only on this planet but all of them

mars is turning blue and green

and venus is brighter than ever

the ups and downs of our lives are reflecting this

the only solution 

is to dance

and to love

and enjoy yourself 

this story is already written and we are just playing it out

what is happening now we have lived in the past

in currents of the wave that runs through everything

compounded on top of each other

why does this feel so familiar

what you see is yourself

what you see is your past

showing you

its up to you to help fix this mess

balance this equation

it is all just math

the math creates the song

the song creates the picture

what is this painting going to look like

all of reality will be compressed into a tiny little ball

and then we wake up

i love you.