Apr 29, 2009

Gamble



Lying dice chant their clacking rhythm,

as the roulette wheel does it's evil deed.

Mans souls lost in a mad shuffle,

gazing with haunted eyes behind shadows,

floating down the lazy river of time.

The suicide king, sublime royal fool,

caters to the queen of diamonds lustfully.

Drinking the folly of mans desire,

growing with greed and envy.

Easy to give oneself over and play the game,

easy to lose and lose again, losing till the end.

One armed bandits gleefully giggle,

another drink is poured and drank,

and the night takes it's final toll,

as the roulette wheel does it's evil deed.


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Apr 25, 2009

Ghetto Blues


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The fever's running high,

in the city tonight,

anxiety on the rise.

Someone's gonna cry,

in the ghetto tonight,

for another ones demise.

You see, Joey's got a gun,

he's bent on using,

gotta see some action,

he's sick of losin'.

The pain is burning up,

in this town tonight,

something's gotta crack.

Mindless anger at a crux,

in the ghetto tonight.

Moods are evil, black.

You see, Angie's gotta run,

life she's been choosin',

from walkin' on the street,

her soul she's been losin'.

There is danger in the air,

in the city tonight.

A pity how we die,

but i wont shed a tear,

in the ghetto tonight,

just a heavy sigh.


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Apr 21, 2009

Egypt



Tears of blood flow from a painted eye,

glimpses of a pharaohs nightmare.

Souls of slaves howling vengeance,

for the horror of what he was.

Imprisoned and eternally bound,

by the vows that made of him a god.

Sealed in death by his tomb,

the spiders lair of power.

Blood flows through the caverns of his soul,

acid burning his consciousness.

Marks of a thousand murders,

claim him from their unmarked graves.

As still as death is quiet,

as only the reaper can be,

neither time nor memory,

alters his anguished hell.

Sarcophagi line his halls,

his court preserved to mock him,

taunting him with shadows,

of a lost golden age.

What carnal right has bound him to earth,

one of guilt, of shed blood,

one of power of life and death.

Created by a races slaughter,

fed by the responsibility of

a deity gone mad with blood lust.

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Apr 16, 2009

Mystery School


A blind man, slowly learning sight,
moth like fluttering toward the light.
A child teetering on wobbly legs,
stumble but learning to walk anyway.
Wisdom is an elusive master,
try to catch it, it runs faster.
Yet, i'm on the mystery trail,
trying to peak behind the veil.
And though i attend the mystery school,
i often feel like one more fool.
My path is a long and twisted one,
i don't even know where it begun.
Where it ends is further away,
depending on how i choose today.
Try to live for peace and love,
heaven is here now, not above.
A deaf man who starts hearing sound,
at first perceives only the loud.
A babe still at its mother's breast,
and believes its taste to be the best.
But so many flavors to perceive,
reluctantly, we all must leave,
to taste the world. All her sorrow,
so we're wiser come tomorrow.
So much more to seek and know,
so i learn and where by grow.
I am the blind man, deaf man too,
but slowly i am finding truth.
Do you know what? Strength i see
in us all, because we are free.
So i search, always seeking more,
and i keep trying to open doors.

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Apr 14, 2009

Know Peace


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Try to hide and it's no good,
you will be found.
If you think the war is over,
then you better look around.
Where do you think our money is going,
to fight another stupid war.
The seeds of torment we're sowing.
I dream a dream of peace in our time.
It must be too much to ask,
people seem to need the fight,
they just can't let their brothers
do what they want,
they'd sooner shoot.
Try to understand me,
not wanting to fight.
We can find common ground,
if we will try.
If you wont then, so what,
you can be shot.
I am afraid that corruption
dwells in whom we place trust in,
not peace, freedom, and justice.
For even with the coming of
their "peace",
their greed is only fed.
"Since we won, all the death
has been justified".
So to the power mongers,
more power is given,
along with the all mighty dollar.
Their blessed and holy God,
is placed on high,
where all may kneel to it.
I WILL NOT.
To the generals, to the president,
to people with war in their hearts:
our Mother, the Earth, is given by you,
a vaginal wound, the blood of which
flows on your hands and souls,
and all of your filthy dollars,
cannot stem the flow.
I weep for you.


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Apr 13, 2009

Adrenaline



I'm addicted to adrenaline,

thriving on anxiety,

no way to tell about

the things inside of me.

Walking through the sand,

blinded by the heat,

dying from my thirst,

until again we meet.

Restlessly sleeping briefly,

wake up in a sweat.

Where am i, where am i,

seems that i forget.

Wild staring eyes,

staring into nothing.

Never you mind, i'm just

listening to the siren sing.

Amazing, amusing stress,

mind a pinball machine,

lighting, spinning, flashing,

don't know what it all means.


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Apr 12, 2009

Organized Religion


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Organized religion is

perpetrated by those

who feel the need to

run the lives of others,

and compounded by those

who feel the need

to have their lives run

by others.

Those who merely

wish to live their lives

are constantly told they

are sinners and

ignore the truths of

their fathers.

The nature of truth is alive,

and so is ever changing.

Some truths are static

and do not change:

Love, Life, Joy, all these

and many others are

Pure and so

Define God.

Anything else,

defines mankind's fear.


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Apr 11, 2009

Urban Renewal



Majestic in your unspoken elegance,

reflecting the change of season.

Without vanity or pompousness,

you retain your natural beauty.

Ignorant of fashion, you change,

with the procession of days.

You have been my private calender,

you spoke to me of elder forests,

where antique trees had murmuring voices.

Threatened by noise and smog and city,

you stood proudly, bearing the burdens,

of life without complaint.

In spring you fairly sang with joy of growing,

of new shoots and leaves.

In the scorching parched summer,

you gently offered cool shade and comfort,

in your cool canopy.

At night one could see the life in your aura,

glowing white, such strong life force,

to awe the earth with your splendor.

Come autumn, you were thousand,

million colored, golden ocher auburn brown,

you sang of age and wisdom.

The stark loneliness of the frozen winter,

brought on contemplative serenity,

though threatened to be torn asunder

by lightning, you still lived in all your glory.


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Apr 10, 2009

Technomagic


Whence the time of magic,
the time of song and spell.
Whence the dragons, demons,
where do wizards dwell.
Technomagic in their place,
pushed them off the earth.
Man's disbelief has edged them out,
creating a deadly dearth.
Mystic secrets, lost to time,
and yet, there's scrolls to be read.
Glimpses of another, lost age,
their authors old and dead.
Senseless to pursue them,
secrets hidden in lost time.
Another magic is the law,
one of reason, not of rhyme.
Druid, Mayan, Priest of Pan,
whence your gods today.
Sleeping and waiting comes a reply,
awaiting another day.
Technology, he is suicidal,
his age will surely pass.
The ancient laws will ring true,
their force unleashed at last.
Will i live to know this
as the man i am now.
Will i have to die again,
then come back to ground.
Ancient graves are silent,
to this they've no reply.
They will share some secrets,
but not if i will die.
All is subject to rebirth,
kin to the magic we had.
Fear thee not the specter death,
rejoice, instead be glad.
Swollen clouds of poison,
the mushrooms angry spite,
will usher in our rebirth,
herald a new light.
Memories lost return anew,
the circle is complete.
Ending and beginning,
where mind and magic meet.

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Apr 9, 2009

Circles of Rhyme


Circles of time, circles of rhyme,

circles of love and life.

Stories of pain, stories of gain,

stories of war and strife.

Dreams of worlds, dreams of girls,

dreams of stars and night.

Echoes of faces, echoes of places,

echoes of forgotten rites.

Mysterious clouds, mysterious shrouds,

mysteries hidden by tears.

Forgotten smiles, forgotten miles,

forgotten over the years.

Thoughts of anger, thoughts of danger,

thoughts of worried fear.

Memories of joys, memories of ploys,

memories no one hears.

These make of me a man, who i am,

make me continue to dream.

These show me knowing,

i'm always growing,

Show me it ain't what it seems.

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Apr 8, 2009

The Street



There is nothing like people

to teach you life,

to really trip on true joy,

ya gotta know strife.

The years and the miles,

times of new eyes.

A man will always age,

no matter how he tries.

There is nothing like a street,

learn how sad it is.

Winos in the dirty alleyways,

lying in their piss.

Tired old bag ladies mumble,

walk a footsore step,

walking, ever walkin' on,

waiting around for death.

And the trippers, mad ones,

youth burning in their eyes.

Crazily hunting out the night,

'till the dawn of light.

Prostitutes with tired glances,

junkies big and small,

heavy metal, all leather spikes,

i thrive to know them all.

The years and the miles,

i see with sad eyes.

A man will always grow old,

no matter how he tries.

There is nothing like life

to teach you spite.

To truly trip on happiness,

ya gotta know strife.


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Apr 5, 2009

Molecular Awareness



Sunshine flows through me,
and i float.
Invisible, imperceptible,
time swirls around me,
and i dream.
I am alive, electric.
Clouds engulf my sight,
and my mind.
Without yesterday,
i am free.
With no tomorrow's,
and i am.
Slowly, solidarity is back,
but time, it runs past
without me,
future without me,
and i am free.
Brighter to blinding,
sunshine reflects off me,
and i soar.
Country, city passing,
sea and shore.
Day to night i fly,
and orbit is mine.
Swifter, faster, spin,
a comet trip,
a tail of gold behind.
Wider, farther out,
and stars my brethren,
welcome home echoes
from them.
And it is so until....
Swssssh....crack,
and i am.
Here is time, the dream,
here to jail me in it's confines,
once upon a time.
I have been free and
i will be again.
To fly without flight,
the wind, whisper,
to caress the earth
with my passing.
My molecules to liquid
evaporate to air,
and floating.
Sunshine flows through me,
and i am atomic, dispersed,
more than fluid, more,
much more.
For i am, invisible,
transient substance.
For minutes are firsts,
hours are days are years,
to eternity, time, Stops,
and i am free.
For now has no tomorrow,
now has no past, now is,
and i am .NOW.
where i want to be,
sailing on strata,
swimming in cirrus.
Underground and
above the earth or
anywhere.
Talk about all the time
in the world.
I'm not in control,
if time rules me,
ignore it, it might go away,
but i am less than
mist of air.
I am invisible, gone,
and have no master.
For death, or birth,
a cycle of dreams,
release me from my
dungeon cell,
and i am free.
Free by losing all now.
I am unbound,
and i dissipate.
One with the cosmos,
one without time,
silly time.
It can only bind my
physicality,
and my essence free,
and always,
so many ways to dream.


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Apr 3, 2009

Let Go



Any definition of God,

merely limits the Is.

In constantly attempting

to know the eternal,

from books or words

of other men,

we forget the eternal

light shining within us.

Every soul knows it's creator,

as it knows it is alive.

To know God's law

is a more simple

thing than many imagine.

It cannot be defined,

because words have limits,

the eternal does not.

It is the height of conceit

to think there is only one truth.

The only true person of God,

is the one who worships life,

as the only law.


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