Flowers and Nice Songs

Flowers and Nice Songs
Assist the Do’ers of Wrong
in their co’optation of RightLanguid blossoms exude narcotic delight
Birthing impious streams of super conscious sight
Fields of blooms loom high in collective dreams
Selective means of causation separate wheat from the chaff
Staves of flowery wonder plunder earthen nightmares
While sinners stare and kneel
In supplication to a Divine Nation
Of Beings committed to the Cause of Righteousness
Singing songs of ethereal worlds
The casting of Pearls denies Swine access to the Time
Falling into physical traps and orgasmic naps
While reality shifts around us

Flowers and Nice Songs
Assist the Do’ers of Wrong
in their co’optation of Right

Monstrous atrocities committed in the name of God
His body is on display around the Way
Just a man like any other
A brother
A friend until the End
Jesus died upon the Cross
Buddha said no one is lost
Because we all live Endlessly
Set adrift upon the Sea
Of Love and Eternal Tranquility
Muhammad’s Jihad threatens the West
The mightiest Nation put to the Test
We’ll see whose right who’ll stand and fight
We’ll stand together 5 Billion strong
And as I’ve been saying all along

Flowers and Nice Songs
Assist the Do’ers of Wrong
in their co’optation of Right

Smell the scent of degradation’s bloom
Reeking of sour eggs and death it fills the room
Martyrs words written in flame across the sky
Beckoning the faithful with terrible lies
Who shall Witness to the Almighty in these Days of Terror
Who shall Stand in solidarity not afraid of the Mirror
Who shall give all to the Cause in the fight for what’s Right
Who shall turn from their families and enter the Light
Singing and dancing rejoicing full tilt
Weeping tears of solitude while sighing petals wilt

Let the congregation say

Flowers and Nice Songs
Assist the Do’ers of Wrong
in their co’optation of Right

And it doesn’t even matter because God is coming
Tonight

Black Holes

Black holes conceal trolls,
mental troglodytes employ carnal delights,
questing for souls to keep
disturbing the innocent’s sleep,
flights of fancy or sorcerous geomancy,
magic and words of power, flower in a heavenly tower,
banshee’s dream-like wails draw billowy, pike-laden sails
through deadly froth-foamed travails
a medly of ethereal bells,
enraptured europeans moan, groan, atone alone,
their sins renowned
wind-swept swells prevail
hekau intoned, gods or men named El,
enthroned within tombs of bone,
cyclopean forms encased in stone,
the Sidhe flee ethereally before
ancient sciences, lore, mental montessori
their godless alliances, soar, metaphorically
cryogenically-aborted giants cavorted
retorted with gibbonous styles
while libidous demons hold court
demonstrating their frivolous wiles
in the dungeons of viscera-spattered forts
truncheons crush skulls culled by viscious blood-sport
trial of arms, heros lulled by a slave-girls charms,
slivers of glass quiver, flash and whirl, crashing might,
blades of silver clash and twirl, sordid fights,
spiteful dwarves score without remorse, hoarsly
screaming, gore-encrusted pearls kill with force
dreamy, pixie-dusted quadrilles do-se-do
trolls defoliate souls in mines of gold
eyes so cold, pale and fell, the truth is mute,
druids quail, blackness swells, nightmare tales
whispered true , days of yore last past before,
becoming sorrow, beginning after tomorrow,
seances obscure answers, meditation builds a nation,
aeons of mages, sages of ages, questions of why
plague all who die, lies twist and multiply,
misty myths, Valkyries cry, Valhalla’s lie
cosmogony supplanted by demonic antics,
philosophizing frantically, pedantical mantra’s plea
GOD IS DEAD they said philosophers three, see,
Plato, Pythagoras and Socrates,
we have discovered god, SELF, I, eternally
none escape and none return from beyond the sea,
hope is quelled, desire burns so solemnly,
fiery urns rise into the sky, Ra’s eye follows,
as darkness swallows light, meson’s follow quarks,
madness obscurs true sight,
black hole solaces, outside of time,
promises peace of old, spirit, body and mind
beyond death’s grasp, feared
asps wear masks, revered
magnetic static,
holy tantric fire,
soothes manic panic
and sexual desire,
from naught comes ought,
Elders sought through the void
Orishas, Neters, Original Thought
the human lot
life’s heady draught
in a black hole juggernaut

The Earth and the Sky

Many, many moons ago the Earth arose
from her bed to meet her lover, the Sky.

The occasion of their date followed the
auspicious rising of perfection in the
South; a congregation of starry scenarios,
in celebration of the upcoming celestial
serenade.

Said scenario being the manifestation of
Venus rising, positioned between Mercury
and the Earth’s bed, scattered generously
with lilac leaves and subtle sprays of
ocean lily, dusted lightly by the tears
of the Angelic Hosts.

They agreed to rendezvous in the
constellation of Orion, where he promptly
presented her with a bouquet of
supernovas; three, frosted cumulonimbus
nebulae and a clutch of lightning bolts
to help alleviate her backaches.

The Earth reciprocated by smiling daintily,
opening an intimate chasm deep into
her interior and revealing her molten,
nickel iron core, the brilliance of which
lit the Sky with an eternity of
electromagnetic eminences.

Gold and silver highlights reflected her
smile upon his broad expanse, and he felt
the blue of his somber façade fading to
black, as evening fell.

Reinvigorated immeasurably, the Earth
returned to her garden, plying broad
swathes of fertile till with raw ores and
precious metals, intent upon sowing her
wild oats; thusly, she was reborn.

The Sky extended his girth across the
entirety of eternity, his febrile
imagination envisioning a perfection of
russets and golds: highlighted sunscapes
of lavender and the particulate remnants
of long-suffering volcanic outbursts,
representative of important decisions
made in haste.

That night was one of passionate
remembrances as the Sky and Earth
joined, remaking Creation from Beginning
to End: organic entities contemplated
conception, daring birth in search of
macroversal meaning.

The fruit of their union was Life, born to
bear witness to the perfection of Mother
Earth and Father Sky.

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The Night

Night can be frightful – or insightful – depending upon my state of mind. Mental clarity and demented insanity dance between rounds, vanity knows all bounds resound to the beat of lascivious feet on Isis’ Tantric Mound. I’m lost; tossed across ethereal oceans and seas, Osiris’ holy decrees portend Futorial trends. Spirit freed from flesh must pass the test. The Astral Plane remains the best proving ground. Sleep paralysis descends. The Hag’s fell gaze sends Dreamers to the maze of sexual sins, Succubae unlock orgasmic clocks while contextual trends build metaphors of life on the edge of the divide between waking and sleep. Introspection uncovers Set’s defection to the Deep and I weep, then bear witness to the election of Demons and Djinns to the heights of infamy in a demented Symphony of the Damned. Tehuti chants words of power, the Flower of Life unfolds to reveal the Most Beauteous One. Truth be told, the Most Perfect Being, El Eloheem, King of Otherworldly Dreams, Ra! Conveyor of God’s might, my Holy Seal against demonic spite, he is a soulful elixir, a mixture of spirit and will. All the while, Guardian Angels fight for me and battle Hellions on bloody shoals beneath suns of crimson light. Sinners, pray for love tonight. The Inferno burns in my sleep, each ring of Hell ringing bells of alarm, sending flames untamed through my body and brain: a song of longing held rigid in frigid protection against unconscious bonds. Perfection and peace unattained, life’s lessons remain pending, portending moments insane. Nephthys calls, her voice a chorus of sublimity. Horus falls, his body a measure of divine sympathy. Panic descends with pleasureful winds to the seas of empathy. I rise upon wings of light, raising a karmic storm of intentions unformed. In time, all things come to fruition, the unconscious mind brings forth visions of Perdition, of souls in Limbo, limbs akimbo, falling, screaming, calling to God for release from pain, surcease for the spiritually maimed, those subjected to the fate of brother Cain. REM-born flows tossed against the shores of cosmos lost within my soul. I awaken, shaken by the knowledge of Self revealed, sacred secrets unsealed. Setians bay and sycophants sway, the day solidifies and monotony steals the treasure of night from memory’s sight. But I remain strong, knowing all that goes on, within my mind, despite the time. A song of love calls a dove from above: I smile in recognition of its perfect ascension and know that I possess Life Eternal, diurnally blessed I pass each test and relay the insights despise the frights I delight in the fight and give praise and glory to the God-given Night. Amen-Ra.

Beneath the Roots

clouds of breath billow
crisp air marks the fall equinox
stark branches paint portraits in the clouds
rustling leaves caress broken branches abandoned
on rolling hillsides brushed by sunlit splendor

a dark crevice yawns
the descent begins
beneath the roots
into the flesh of mother earth
pungent and moist the darkness calls
promising revelation of sights unseen

helmets bring light to caverns of crystal and lime
the drip drop sing song of rivulets
babble to blind fish and supersonic bats
stalagmites stagger between streams of clear water
arching majestically into daggered concavity
threatening mortality

i crawl through layers of epidermal earth
passages and galleries that separate
chasms of dark promise
the faint sound of nightmares clamor
just beyond the light

cold cool earth smells like home
melds with skin
brown against brown
promising a return to her component elements
an oath of reintegration

crumbling

disintegrating

falling through time and space
engulfed by elemental forces
held in her dark and wondrous grasp

behold

skin breaks and buds peek through
photosynthesized by darkling light
reminescent of day
flowers burst into life
purple blue and green with vibrant energy
verdant and fecund prana flows
away from life-giving sun

thoughts slow with turpid regurgitations
black presses in circumscribing movement
awareness expands
flies free of the body
widening in concentric rings of being
meeting earthworm and insect
the atomic structure of eternity
life and death circle ever in motion
fluctuations of state signal cyclic understandings
conscious belonging permeates the void
purposeful and brilliant with glory
sound intrudes upon the silent song
fingers grasp dirt and rock
light beckons
firm hands grip weathered roots
and i rise
back into the light
the evening sun crests upon the horizon
spears of light illuminate oceanic heights
bearing solemn witness
to earth’s stately passage
through heaven’s court

Cognitive Dissonance

Spiritual equations of Truth and Love
Lie fallow in rows of prime Numerology
While the world turns

Earthly delights spin webs of pain
Sucking thought through the Black Hole
Of Experience
Transforming Self into Ego
Manifesting animalistic behavior
In lieu of the transcendence of the Material Plane

Souls held captive to the destructive patterns
Of minds awash in Babylon’s Manna
Scream helplessly as they bear witness to
Acidic structures eating away at wholeness
Promoting dissolution and destruction
Decrying the Evolution of the Omniverse
In favor of the Revolution of the One

Difference representative of Devolution rules
The obscuring of Truth in favor of truth belies
The commonality of the human condition
Things are bad all over
But this Truth is obscured by media’s manic madness
Proselytizing the American Dream
Minimizing the American Nightmare
Scions of Death eerily captivated by scintillating screens
In the dark of night
While death haunts the urban streets
Searching for fresh blood
The sacrifice of centuries
The price we pay for life in these the Last Days

Mental Compacts held unconsciously in common
With the unwashed masses maintain the illusion
Of enthralled devotion
Motion proceeds ever toward the Center
Spiraling series of denial connect disparate entities
Intent upon ostrich-like behavior
Heads buried in sand until
The storm blows over

But this cleansing hurricane of the Soul
Is just beginning to manifest its true power
Burdgeoning towers of cumulonimbus burst
Over the horizon
Looming darkly blue-black with portentousness
Threating a cleansing long awaited
In a land whose soil is dark with the
Blood of the Sacrificed

While the ignorant await the new season of Survivor
Content with their lot
As Slaves of the New Century
Their cognition deliberately debilitated
In favor of the dissonance created by false contentment
The soothing melodies of orchestral music haunt
The astral night as the Ship of False Salvation
Descends unto the Deep
Lost to the worlds above and beyond the storm
That carries us Home

Great Grandmother Crow

1740 Slave Code from South Carolina: “All negroes and Indians, (free Indians in amity with this government, and negroes, mulattoes, and mustezoes, who are now free, excepted) mulattoes or mustezoes who are now, or shall hereafter be in this province, and all their issue and offspring… shall be and they are hereby declared to be, and remain hereafter absolute slaves.”

Mahogany skin

Crisscrossed by comet streaks
And framed by a mane
Of lustrous ebony hair
Haloed out and around then
Down
Her back
Her soul shone like endless night
Eyes bright and fey even
At 104 years of age

Her mother walked the Trail of Tears
Before she was born
Bloody feet and whip-torn backs
Still proud their souls
Undefeated
All Blacks and Browns
Proud Cherokee
Creek
And Crow
Of the ancient lineage
Called Negro and enslaved
By ignorance and
Envy

Torn by hatred
And jealousy
Their land and lives coveted
By the powerful
A system of segregation was created
Those Lighter
Divorced from the Darker and
Given the inheritance of their
Blood Brothers and
Sisters
Acknowledgement of whom would result
In the most dire of
Consequences

Her family stretches
From New York to Los Angeles
The hearth of her land the
Texas Panhandle and southern Oklahoma
She witnessed the end
Of Slavery
The birth of the Klan
And the Dream of
Martin Luther

Great Grandmother Crow
Told stories of her life
By lantern light
In her shack on the hill
Red dirt and rock the jewels
Of her Nile
Horny toads and tumbleweeds
Worshipped her in silent
Homage

Goddess Anasazi
Queen Mound Builder
Mother of the Cosmos
Great Womb of Creation
The children of her fertile crescent
Traverse the modern world
Lost
To their heritage
Relegated to storied fantasy
And undocumented
History

And yet tied they remain
Through blood and bondage
Souls wounded by life
In the 21st century
Calling out to a distant continent
Ancestral home of
The human experiment
Lost to the knowledge of themselves
And numbed by the battered images
Of demonized minds

Ancestral voices sooth her
Singing songs of the soul
Recalling distant days
Flickering flame and deer-skin drums
Midnight ceremonies held secretly
Anasazi Nation of Mound Builders
Conduct the Rites of Eternity
Dark and shining skin glistening
As they dance to the
World’s rhythm
Electronic beats rock the street while
Hip Hop’s popping locking body drops
Bring a faint smile to her face
As her feet remember
Dances of youth lost
And tribal nights
Of Black and
Brown

Dance
Great Mother
Great Grandmother Crow
She dances
As night calls her
Beckoning with bony fingers
Death’s fell gaze a rumor
Denied her life
The covenant of agelessness
Mark her progeny
Black velvet skin
Mahogany shades
Of light
And dark
Spiraling in harmonic leaps
Of Destiny
Fulfilled

Wind Song

cerebrally
cool caresses flirt
skin dimples
cloth flutters gently
invisible tendrils explore
tender secrets
heartbeats quicken
synchronized needs bless knowing
warmth beckons
dark pupils lost in timelessness
remember
who we used to be

Technotronic Tableaus

TAKE 0

The near-past-future-present day after yester-morrow. Technotronic tableaus abound; binary worlds and zip-driven dataverses of ever-increasing cyber-connectivity. Positing the thought-processes inherent to such subjective meta-narratives approaches madness. intently stalking perceptual reality upon digiglass-encrusted claws.

What would such a landscape – such as it could be – be like? How would it manifest the cultural discourses of a vibrant and widely-diverse population? How would childhood be defined, in such a venue? These questions lap against the endless nano-shores of wildly chaotic facades, leaving the depths unremarked upon, dark and cold, reflecting the uncalculated vagaries of the human soul.

TAKE 1

technotronic tableaus task the temporal theme, causing confusion and clamorous calamity. planets collide, driven by lust and anger. gods rule the virtual omniverse, wretched humanity unbound in time and space. cybernetic lives, lost in loneliness and digital damnation.

thoughts take on substance in the virtual void. from the vantage point ofamenta, osiris observes odin, steadfast in valhalla, only dimensional portals distant. the valkyries fly, to be met by gargantuan falcons, eyes alight with the divinity of horus’s flames. isis rises as mermaids and sirens capsize europeans while trolls and druids rock to the smooth, mellowy soul of elvis as aretha and lauren look on, weeping, from the apollo and james plummets over the balcony, ‘good god’ screaming from his lips.

the sun also rises; the transmigration of souls on carnival, touring the virtual reality of their choice. vast, wave-like crowds ebb and flow on pleasure planets devoted to the darkest debauchery: the highest goals of humanity corrupted by the foul stench of tainted meat, the flesh underlying the dream.

for even in the dream-state, a certain sense of unreality permeates every thought. every action, ever gesture is laden with double meanings, every engagement, stolen moment of passion ruined by the clammy certainty that nothing is real. the gods cavort, distorted in gluttonous ecstacy and painful tragedy, the soul of steel revealed, enraptured, captured by the flesh, the bones of the world aeons deep and rivers old.

TAKE 2

technotronic tableaus task the temporal theme, causing confusion and clamorous calamity. children weep and sleep, awake to play all day in fields of green and dreams of castles and steam-engines, heroes, cowboys and injuns, dolls, child goddesses creating mental montessoris, minds flying in wonderous amazement, no impossibilities, rules or anomolous homilies to abide by, free to be and do as does please the law, such as it is not. minds unbound sound quite like chaotic flight at night, creating worlds to bat about like so many marbles.

profoundly utter narcissistic tendencies, encouraged from the youngest age, virtual lives lived in the matrix as AI covertly alters the fabric of our dreams, creating reality based upon its remorseless needs.

planets die – cracked to the core – to feed the burdgeoning populace, automation of nations demands plans set for eternity awash upon the shores of peace and tranquility. the body’s deception denied by the inquiring mind, connected, brother to mother to friend to enemy.

TAKE 3

technotronic tableaus task the temporal theme, causing confusion and clamorous calamity. deserted wastelands, continental crust cracked, fissures of fire add soot to the blackened sky. whiteness beacons against the dark, manifesting as walls of ice, kilometers high, continents wide as the sleepers sleep, lives lived elsewhere.

planet after planet after planet. glutinous disaster, ecologicalplundering, consumption and waste at the galactic scale. raw materials continously feed the useless eaters as the universe spirals and destinies merge and dance in conterpoint harmony to the music of the spheres, vibrating beyond light and matter, into the darkness of primeval creation.

these are the dreams of the soul-lost, tossed between despair and gratuitous affairs, a population of vampires, suckling, buckling beneath the blood-bloated belly of the beast. dreams become reality when mindscombine in time and space, technology’s face turned within.

the possibilities are unlimited by the laws of material spaces as egoism unbound explores infinite realms and inner places, the multitude sighs, faces alight, as demogogues realize that GOD, after all, does play dice.