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THE WORLD IS NOT AS IT SEEMS. WE MUST WAKE UP AND LEAD THE WAY TO FREEDOM FOR HUMANITY. WE ARE THE FUTURE AND THE FUTURE NEEDS US! PEOPLE OF EARTH, UNITE UNDER THE FLAG OF LOVE! Help to usher in the Age of Aquarius.
Quotes from the Doctor:
"Language is territorial, but ideas are universal."
"The only thing bad for your health is living."
"Not all who wander are lost."
"One step to changing the world: stop NOT changing it."
"I'm the type of person who has much respect for great writers, but if I want to read something truly amazing...I must first write it."
"God = Love, but Love does not = God."
"Love, understanding, forgiveness, and faith are mans greatest achievements."
"Examine through another's eyes, and you shall find understanding."
Sitting and Chatting
I am but a face to these unmet people.
I chase them with my stranger eyes
And fantasize that we should meet,
And have a seat and sit and chat,
And after we've sat, we'll be on our ways,
These are the days in the time of Tomorrow,
We stuff them full of laughs and sorrow.
We borrow each other's pleasure and pain,
To gain a grip on life's simple meanings.
Screening the facts into frivolous fiction.
The friction of diction of insults in ears.
They generate invisible fears.
But it is not too late.
I am but a face to these unmet people.
I chase them with my stranger eyes
And fantasize that we should meet
And have a seat and sit and chat,
And after we've sat, We'll both understand
And demand that something change.
A Healed World...
Consider this:
We take our place in this twisting space.
We find ways to make each other uncomfortable.
We school our siblings with belated beliefs and forgotten philosophies.
Some take control of what they don't own.
Some take light in listening lucidly.
Some are battle-worn and scarred by choices they did not make.
We handle hearts like hot potatoes.
We pass them off without guilt.
We trick ourselves to let it happen, without a chance to change our ways.
Some find comfort in deception.
Some find comfort in cuddles and kisses.
Some find comfort in distant places where their mind may wander free.
We bet our Holy health on success.
We train more dogs to compete in the show.
We breed more beauties for inflated pageants that rob us of our dignity.
Some like it hot, some like it cold.
Some are bold and some are smart.
Some hide behind the curtain and take no credit for pulling strings of pardon or prejudice.
We concentrate on tribulation,
We find ourselves without a cause.
We know there is too much happening to try and track our progress.
Some cook for the hungry,
Some resuscitate the half-dead.
Some tell the tale with ink and paper and camera lenses.
We march together when we are strong.
We march apart when we are lost,
We try to estimate the cost of living without a reason, without a future.
Some trip kids in schoolyards,
Some trip dreams of schoolboys.
Some trip on drugs and formulate understanding without direction in the waking world.
We have tears and tales of hurt.
We have smiles after the trials.
We trigger trust through mutual respect and showing each other our treasures.
Some take notes but don't promote.
Some drink beer in fear and fuss.
Some simply let it happen because they are too preoccupied with their own mistakes.
We like to know what we don't know already.
We steady ourselves for the big blow.
We filter what we know to our kids in classrooms, who never get the whole story.
Some talk too much to notice,
Some are bloated with price tags and Princes.
Some try to preach about what they don't know about and so they doubt themselves.
We are all going in the same direction.
We think we may be too late.
We can't concentrate because of the commotion outside our window.
Some say, "The times, they are a'changin'"
Some say, "We have no tomorrow."
Some sit down and look at the big picture and decide, "Love is on the way."
We are heading for revolution,
We know it is revolution of the mind, not the monarch.
We must take our part and help those who are falling behind so they may pass it on.
Some call each other freaks and fags.
Some call each other fools and flag-burners.
Some know flags are as valuable as the threads they bear and only keep us apart.
We must get off this road,
We must turn around and head back.
We must return home to the gardens and regain the Pollen we've lost.
Consider this:
Pollination for the population.
Peace paisleys and Love lilies.
Forget what you know and start over again.
That is true salvation for a disembodied nation.
This time we'll look to ourselves for miracles and they will actually happen.
We will embrace the Good nature of God and combine it with our power of automation.
We will no longer pray, but plan. We will find hope in each other.
We will take the stage and wage war on war.
A Palaver of whose spirit is stronger.
We will prevail with unprecedented power.
We will pass our hugs on to our children.
And eventually, when only our childrens childrens children are left,
There will be nothing but flowers and a healed world.
The River Red and River White
Settled deep into the early twilight,
I cruise the River Red and River White.
Tonight I am free to do as I please,
Climb over clouds and take flight into night.
My companions are ones I've never met,
Our destination...fret and debt.
We share but a small portion of our journeys.
Our courses have been set.
The River Red and the River White.
Swimming for our next delight.
Battle upstream and burn some steam.
See the light and feel contrite.
They swim from A to B all day.
Soon they'll find another way.
Still it flows through highs and lows.
An impressive array of Nature's decay.
The River Red and the River White.
It spreads across lands loud and bright.
It fuels the fights for oil rights,
It stretches with no end in sight.
Old Dog Blues...
This old dog has been a'wanderin
Searchin' for some love
Travellin' cross the USA
For what he's dreamin' of
This old dog has been a'wanderin
No feeling in his paws
No collar tied around his neck
No need for human laws
This old dog has been a'wanderin
Through rain, snow and shine
Through light of day, and dark of night
No interest in time
This old dog has been a'wanderin
Lookin' for a home
To lay himself beside the fire
And bite into a bone
This old dog has been a'wanderin
But it never gets him down
Look tomorrow, down the street
He might be in your town
Into the Air...
Going on to 82, a name born of this world. Eyes to witness the harsh realities that score. A guilt-breed of lust and ignorance. Time, it be, he who knows. The time of ancient trees and nothing else. Moved by the slight of hand, the wisp of breeze. A story, he writes, of love and hope, of things that are to be. Cast to sea by hands unknown in the high tide of late life. Withered and gray, he sets forth. To challenge himself, be young again. Alas, he finds peace in the thought of not returning. He puts his soul into a bottle and feeds it to the waves. It is then that his body, raped and fragile, drifts to the ocean floor, and he is reborn unto himself, under a moon which hums serenly..."Let it be".
Sin, he sees upon the touch of his hand. A fierce reflection. Vile subtleties of perception. Ideas, the vehicle to ascension. Golden are the times we call revolution. Sunder the mind from its eye, the verse from its poet, the thought from its thinker. Climb through the summit to the space above where the air is too thin to breathe to those who are unwilling. To see the sun and the moon and the stars as they truly are...the very fabric of space and time. Worlds which wait bearing the knowledge of what we call unknown.
It's lonely up here in the stratosphere.
The Age of Aquarius
We live in tomorrow,
For those of you who do not know.
We walk behind a screen of clouds and examine the people below.
We have returned to this past to make a point,
Anoint you in our passion and pride,
Run across the ocean wide,
Unite the world then run and hide.
Don't look for us when we're alone,
Don't call us on the telephone,
For we sit atop our thinking throne,
In the arctic zone where men won't roam.
But not to worry, we'll be okay,
We'll reemerge again someday.
Much wiser then when we went away.
Ready to begin the next survey.
Where will we be in the world of tomorrow?
For those of you who do not know,
Beseech us for our understanding,
And you too will be demanding change.
It is the dawning of our age,
You water-barers know just what I mean
Our senses are much too keen,
They see the righteous and obscene,
The scent of air that lifts us between the void of tomorrow.
The deep blue sea is where we are born.
To clense the land of its forlorn thinkers.
Accompany the distant drinkers.
But this water has no weight.
We gather, we give.
We gather, we give.
We sieve the truth from the turbulent tidepool.
None so cruel as the Pyramid mule.
We always apply the golden rule.
You cannot fool our dual mind.
We live in tomorrow, but exist in today.
You may be getting there, but we're on our way.
Abe Lincoln, Franklin Roosevelt,
They all have felt the complex melt of facts.
There is no time to relax, we're always on our way.
Just because you cannot see our pixilated philosophy,
It does not mean that you are blind...just give it time.
We speak not of arrogance, but rather awakening,
The dawn of only one thing...understanding.
You must glide beside the great divide.
Confide inside, where truth lies.
With the Archer by our side,
Worlds will collide.
Fulfilled
'Twas but a kiss disguised as a bite.
Cast upon me in the depths of twilight.
A scent of romance in the trance.
Chemical harmonies of flesh symphonies.
The setting had been made right,
Two lovers in the violet shade of night.
We caressed and undressed.
Modified monkeys mating.
Those lips conjured spells of plight.
With no end near, I put up no fight.
Tree shaded, sky faded.
Partake in passionate pleasures.
Beauty behold, this infinite sight.
Scaled and bailed the cavernous height.
Deep breaths taking, bodies shaking.
Interest exchanged in minds deep.
With the muscle's contracting might.
The boundless lips take flight.
Words slither from ear to loin.
Sizzling sweat on soft skillets.
The bond between grew tight,
Like magnets in high excite.
Shuttles to stars, ships to sea,
Express finesse, I did impress.
Like poetic brilliance, I did recite.
Hypnotized by dexterous delight.
Sword unsheathed, well relieved,
Dark and secret, light and lovely.
Motions build,
Noisily willed,
Fluids spilled,
Crevasse filled,
Thrilled then chilled.
Fulfilled…for a couple hours.
The Pulse...
Let me tell you about the pulse.
A maternal lapse of earth that captivates a nation.
Blood tributaries in a sea of slick roads and forgotten landscapes.
A topography that defines emotion and hides a notion.
Freely flowing in an ocean of stars washing onto cloud islands.
Let me tell you about the pulse.
A raven hunting happy bystanders.
A deep blue moment.
Moving like spiders across the web of information.
The freeways are rivers and we are but fish.
Swimming from A to B.
Let me tell you about the pulse.
The seductive brew is the best.
Out here we are supreme.
Beseeched for understanding,
Absolute in theory.
A green infant in a velvet harness.
A cool apple from a peach tree.
Let me tell you about the pulse.
You can feel it in your bones.
You can see it in the infinite expanse.
Our heirloom of primal bliss...retardation.
The pulse is here...it is now...it is always.
SHARE THE PULSE!!!
Assassination in New Sarajevo
We have been waiting.
We have been expecting.
We have not a moment to spare.
Exhale and prepare for the new air,
Made of brickdust and unknown things.
You have been shown the way.
Guided by the sounds of prey.
Crawl through the warzone alleys,
Awe at what is on the other side.
A monument of the people's pride.
Scale the spire and light the fire,
Today is now a holiday.
Approach the sublime vestibule,
Awed by the surreal architecture of ethnicity.
Impossible to build, so easy to destroy.
Delicate and made of snow.
It conjures visions of unknown memories.
Remnants of a forgotten matrix.
Neuronic debris which you cannot see.
Climb to the top of this People's Steeple,
And await further instruction.
You angel of destruction.
Master of abduction.
Rejoice in the name of the one with the guns.
He purchased your freedom and kills those who oppose.
His name is of no importance.
His vision is of no density.
Pay him tax and let it be.
Raise the flag to honor his ways.
He brought the end to bitter days.
Yet here you are at the end of the rope,
Staring into an infinite scope.
Baked to burnt on Government dope.
Caressing the trigger with endless hope.
Will it be you?
Will it be he?
The stand-off of the century,
Guide the light across the seas for all eternity.
We have been waiting.
We have been expecting.
We have but all the time in the world.
We have brought you here to steer us clear of danger.
We have silenced the only witness.
You, in prime of fitness, will bring us order to the world
A Black Hand to hold the torch.
A beacon for our brothers.
Young Princip, shadow, it is now your time.
Draw your bead within a dime.
Do not think. It is not crime.
His snakey words are too sublime.
CRACK
Excellent work our deciple of truth.
Now for your flight from this world.
A pill hath will to give you the wings.
It's made of death and unknown things.
But what is this, there is no escape,
They've fed you to their judging bars.
But do not fear, help is on the way.
The bombs were built yesterday.
The Edge...
I walk on an edge...
The edge of what, I do not know.
the edge of time?
The edge of infinity?
the Edge City skyline...
out here on the edge of existance,
All we know is lost.
Black existance...infinite nothing.
Creation in it's purest form, infantile.
The secular abyss.
I am a trip.
Ask me and you'll know.
See into my eyes.
Become enlightened.
Dont be freightened
Draw outside the lines, color the whole damn universe.
Drop me off between darkville and lightville.
Creation biggrin estruction
Definition:Quantum theory
the air seems foggy today, or perhaps it is just our eyyeees (echoes from the ******** Watergate bugs)...
We're going nowhere...
Fortune is fake...
We're going nowhere...
Fortune is fake...
Extra-Terrestrial Irony
I awoke one day and there I lay,
Beside the bay of a planet far away.
I was surrounded by flowers,
Some in scale of towers.
Alluring with their powers.
Emitting radiant showers.
One in particular caught my eye.
As beautiful and blue as the sky.
It let out a shimmering sigh.
With a scent as sweet as cherry pie.
Like transcending magic, it wafted my nose.
It drew me closer, on my tippy-toes.
I smelt it savorly, much like a rose.
A divine scent devoid of prose.
When then a creature, derived of a hart,
Pranced at me with a sudden start.
To me, this knowledge he did impart,
"It is not wise to smell a fart."
Transcend...
Perched atop the highest mountain,
Searching for the lowest soul.
A chance to give yourself a reason.
Ascend to the unknown.
Journey through the wild yonder...
You'll find yourself in these sacred lands.
Ohhh, too much there is to ponder...
Evading dark and dying hands.
It's so beautiful, the things you cannot see.
Transcend secular symptoms, embrace the whole.
You can download a song....but not a soul.
You can turn around, go with the flow.
Just be sure to let the whole world know.
Paint a saint a taint appeal.
Set restraints to limit feel.
The greatest men still tend to steal.
Concealing the surreal.
It's so beautiful, the things you cannot see.
Transcend secular symptoms, EMBRACE THE WHOLE!
View your neighbor like never before,
Grasp their hand, handle their door.
Don't wait 'till tomorrow, or you'll wait forever.
Don't forget were in it together.
It's so beautiful, the things you cannot see.
The Elevator
The elevator stopped.
Got me thinking, how the hell did we grow into this?
Consumed by consumers.
Battling nature with electricity, shocked when she wins in the end.
Drifting away into empty space, turning on an ever-changing axis.
We lose ourselves in our own perception of time.
Eighty years to a life, if your to be so (un)lucky.
Ten billion years to the life of a progressive world,
Evolving into thin air...wireless thought.
We must get off.
The elevator stopped
On the 100th floor.
Did I press that damn button again?
Human error, I was heading for the roof.
At least here I can fathom this spectacular view.
I can sit atop this supernatural city,
Take flight into night...the smoggy, artificially lit air.
Last year brought an earthquake, (killed a pregnant woman).
Tore down these terrene industrial blemishes like a logging operation.
And yet we kept on (re)building.
For safety, we build higher.
We build higher and higher and higher.
We build until our offices dwell seamlessly with clouds.
We build until our homes mingle lackadaisically with stars.
We must get off.
And whose to say that we're not welcome?
We, so devout to His teachings?
We, who speak math and breathe science?
Society, whom devours beauty and shits taboo occult.
Who cleans the mess? The 'unholy' and 'unworthy'.
The common modern man.
At the expense of his credit.
He waits for everything that is unobtainable.
Immortality, understanding, true enlightenment.
And so he craves it.
Power, greed, destruction of those otherwise.
We must get off.
It takes a genius to harness electricity,
...An ignoramus to dispose of it.
Science to develop the world,
....And ice to cleanse it.
God to save us,
...And reason to spoil us.
The elevator has stopped, but once in my life.
But its quite alright, I wasn't planning on getting off IN A RUSH.
Here I can see for miles.
Miles of Earth, miles of minutes.
I can bore the fruits of our labor.
I can poison my mind with the "All is well" mentality.
...Hard to swallow in this atmosphere of techno chaos.
But wait, the lift moves again.
Now carrying two of us, as we both climb towards the steel summit,
Though his ascent is not as great as my own.
His stupid, inviting gestures still oblivious to whats really happening.
He exits and tosses another careless, untruthful goodbye.
He, the docile worker, loyal to the Ant Queen.
He, the stranger, long-lost brother of mine.
And so I climb to the very top, where even birds dare not venture.
I walk to the very edge, where no living man has ever been.
I tip the delicate scales of mortality and let go.
We must get off.
Though today I do not don any wings,
I still prepare for landing.
If it were but a thousand years ago, Id fall to depths of ocean and live.
But we must be certain that the ocean is drowned by concrete,
That our muscles grip the globe until we implode.
The steroid tourniquet.
"BACKFIRE: THE EVOLUTIONARY PITFALL"
"FREEDOM ADMINISTRATION: IT IS A PRIVALAGE TO BE
SEDUCED BY SUCH FINELY IMPORTED MODERN CONVIENIENCES.
ANY VIOLATORS WILL BE PROSECUTED.
AND NOW PAY OUR BILLS ONLINE!"
And as my head becomes asphalt, by no real fault of mine,
I think, "I am no different now, than you are tomorrow."
The elevator stopped
And crashed to the ground.
This modern marvel has malfunctioned.
While I bask in the wake of the sound.
We must get off.
The only answer...
LOVE IS THE ONLY ANSWER!!
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please.............
I must say i enjoy reading you poems and such
tho Im confused about something
god = love but love doesn't = god?
A lil fused biggrin explain!!