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.

fill in those gaps

the gaps between words and actions

they are huge in this place

for now

but soon

this will not be allowed

on all scales

and all levels

nothing will be hidden

not a single thought

not a single feeling

and no gaps will be allowed

because all will be known

and all will be shown

the history we thought we knew

will be wiped clean

as it is just a tiny dot in the grand scheme of things

and a big lie at that

no more room for mixed emotions

so let them out as they come

no more time for suppression 

just eruption

of the truth

always and forever and ever and ever

can you handle it?

Leap frog into the thrones.

jokers are wild

the fool is loose

learning what it means to be the magician

up the 22 steps

into the world

everything is out the window now

because they are all broken

along with the mirrors

prepare to be confused, confounded and then complete

archetypal blast pattern

in the center of your brain

manipulated machinery for malfunctioned minds

keeping the door locked with distractions of endless noise

what seems so new is old news

and what seems ancient is the future

the paupers are becoming princes, kings and queens

the first will be the last and the last will be the first

co'mon tricksters

put on your best outfit

and keep on laughing

what a joke.

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

give the ghosts a life

they're heeeeeerrrre.

the dead, the alien, the forgotten, the martyred

all coming back

in your mind, through the stereo, out of the television and in your mirror

sending hidden messages and planting seeds without much notice

at least for now

they will not go away 

all loans must be paid and all must find balance

the scales have been tipped so far to one side

for so long

that rush upward has the intensity of a rocketship

and suppression of what must be and what is will not suffice any longer

the pressure from the suppression has began an eruption

and the nightmares are leaking out 

everyone is going to be forced to ask why.

why?

why?

why?

why is this happening.

the good and the bad.

all of it.

they're heeeeeerrrrreee

to show you.

stare into the mirror with no fear.

stare into the screens with no fear.

hear the song with no fear.

but do not forget to ask why.

biding our time...wink wink.

perplexed, distressed and obsessed

with a dream in a dream

considered insane in an insane world

chasing a  fantasy world of life and love

inside a world of death and decay

felt by so many but ignored as an impossibility

all the while, the solidity of supposed reality drifts away

and the lines between fact and fiction, dreams and reality blur

universal laws are swept under the rug

and a false morality system is put in place by a hypocritical control system

but who is in control?

the people answer to their "superiors"

the "superiors" answer to theirs; which is a business

which is a death machine

an invisible thousand eyed monster

the machine is run by a few select families

who answer to nobody...except the monster they created

the carpet is much too lumpy to walk on

so the filth is leaking out the sides and eating itself

the dreamers tread lightly watching the show play out

waiting patiently and exchanging words, looks and winks of a secret language

an ancient language

a language of silence amongst the chaotic noise

we stare into each others eyes and silently say "my god....when?"

soon my love(s)

all of them. all of you.

wrapped up in one.

enjoy the show

it is going to be a weird one.

an invisible song

the prongs of a fork

and the spaces in between.

possibilities.

want an answer?

ask a question.

want to go somewhere?

take a step.

even if it is a baby one.

no longer need to ask 

mother may i.

it is obvious who you are going to pick

during duck duck goose.

but do not forget the spaces.

the invisible can sometimes contain so much.

and expectations can carry so much weight.

but who needs all that stress?

if we jump through the gaps in the bridge

we will land on the ladder 

going up through rather than around the circle

there is never a need to question anything

because the answer is up to you

every single time.

Let's keep on marching.

Thanks friend.

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?

My Heroes