What are your dreams made of
where do you end and I begin
as if haunted mirrors of each other
sing along songs drone on
lost purpose vain plunder
how long can barren ways last
before cracking completely
foundation built up on trance
has time been long enough
lesion lesson finally learned
still winding fake clocks
lullaby slow motion burn
harvest daily build what is true
limit institutional fed ruse
temptation lurks in faraway lands
present moment
is all we have.
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What isn't projection
make believe maya deception
What can one say or do
that doesn't fill ignorant shoes
What just might be possible
if reality truly malleable
What way to portage from here
lose all inflammatory baggage dear
What part can't be play
implement this yesterday
What still creates fuss
seek out source ditching must
What about getting lonely
hand on heart breath love in only
What are we waiting for
victimhood such a boring chore.
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Spirituality an individual path
confused by institutions corrupted in mass
2000 years of religion caused trauma
tough wafer to swallow for souls serving honor
not throwing out Heart with baptism water
just never forget horrors of empire
might this all be part a test
who shall overcome great earth twisted mess
mental materialists blind deaf and dumb
arrogant atheists praising themselves
bible beaters drunk half the time
look at these role models
hellscape you'll find
any given day
Source there to catch you
crucified ego required to raise anew.
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Everything is almost good
Everything food for something
Everything ebbs and flows
Everything learns the hard way
Everything wants to live
Everything might catch fire
Everything feels the breeze
Everything likes it easy
Everything part of something
Everything forgets sometimes
Everything knows transition
Everything has a mission
Everything longs for witness
Everything can't avoid endings
Everything decomposes
Everything as it should be.
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Shhh don't say a word
moving one's lips creates
projection world
why bother tracking your stimulus
crap in crap out
hear surrounding conversations
helpful understanding
where abuse comes from
people do what has been done to them
this knowledge changes
landscape of things
mapping right now won't you join me
before pulling trigger retaliation anger
see wounded child in poorly aging neighbor
challenge of choice unpacking our baggage
even harder witnessing loved ones' negligence.
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Crickets speak in morse code
toads translate only to toad
frogs fear ungrounded giants
pushing motorized blades
ribbit news reported
one squashed one chopped dead
just yesterday
dogs always busy planting footie traps
garden rabbit naps on cucumber mountain
a phil of marmots took down building seven
spotted first snow geese pointing south
sand hill crane songs warm my heart
white moths smoke brassica leaves
fleas always giggling with glee
I prefer juice of a squished mosquito
over frog blood on hands.
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Rise before dawn
proudest first rooster crow
strike once on D singing bowl
each day a new life
some are divorced
others taken as wife
sobriety rules the way
only game worthy of play
emotional gift unwrapping business
artist builders of dreams
humans not beaten completely
trauma seed stuck in our teeth
summer season too damn long
winter writes all the hit songs
wood pile hides skeletal bones
love bruise still black and blue
heal scabs pick themselves
soul growth nourished with blood and tears.
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“Moses Erecting the Brazen Serpent” by William Blake
Where the hell are we anyway
temptation station mental cage
tripping tantrums spank each other
shadows surface breed down under
blindly beating back the fears
consistent corruption every year
find freedom from toil coil
while living past endless turmoil
by taking time for prayer each day
gratefully surrender wins and mistakes
only with Spiritual connection
weather storms of personal deception
in every single failing flaw
see what's real throw off the rot
by mapping Truth through our witness
life becomes one of service.
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Not for everyone
not always too much fun
not right or wrong
not just one lonely song
not some boring play
not valid through hearsay
not meant to regurgitate
not avoiding ones fate
not likely first try
not gonna not die
not before hello goodbye
not only here to cry
not best suppressed
not possible without rest
not ready for breatharian
not some kind of fairy man
not trying to be mean
not funny I see
not this not that
leap of life
greatest test.
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not ball or flat plane realms are spiritual deception graduation test boring old blind ways can you see shadow mountain yet pretend playmates proliferate escape so be it sands shift anew what will you choose to hold onto exit stage right All always within sight burn broadcasted beliefs copy paste humility let prayer guide thee.
What does modern uprising look like
masked artists just don't seem right
where does world economic form get their hair done
barbers unite scalp shave then run
whatever happened trucker convoy in America
poisoned at cracker barrel or cinnamon bun lay over
how were we convinced food comes from box stores
weeds in yard scream out in horror
what if oil was used only for gas
skip pharmaceuticals all other plastics be damned
who's dumb enough to wanna tax their own breath
propaganda suppository stuck way up there I guess
why would voting this time be different
dipshit paradise two party system
come off it kids kick start your soul
stop proliferating world as unholy shit show.
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Once upon a time men lost their minds women too
what to do what to do what to do achoo
with no Source connection we fall keep falling through
cracked nut world wounded limp blind
wasted rounds searching keep searching to find
maybe this maybe that maybe him maybe her
who what where is right kind of savior
generations on and on and on in this way
steered queer by propaganda day after corruption day
until finally one says enough please holy shit
look how we've been such great big idiots
for real can you handle owning the shame
humans are wild but act so damn tame
out of touch with nature's wondrous balance
as if machines in service to madness
enough is enough here hold the barrel
let's take turns shooting parts too worthless to handle
I'll own my bullshit if you own up yours
target practice today tomorrow start taking score.
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Pain is personal
opening stitched wounds galore
Jason Molina songs on the dance floor
curious how love predates war
as if we can't see it coming
ending follows beginning always
avoidance slaps truth back under
like a wish cracked dish glass splinters
barefoot walk on water hot coal fire
miles of smiles forgotten flowers
sweetness turns bitter once knot gives
so damn hard body residing
forget me not this time babe
all signs point up down sideways
caution caregivers I'm earth air
songwriters swan dive despair.
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Body life blur sin fest for sure
perception as prison
poison in fashion
sickness result
business don't pout
nuts on short bus
sigh lazy us
stowaway no more
swim to the shore
conscious on land
devise breakout plan
hole in the sky
sure wings can fly
up up away
start flapping today
with Truth we ascend
without just pretend
tired old chains
a bore so they say
perpetual plantation
designer blind nation
cookie is crumbling
fast if you're hungry
avoidance time ending
know this stop mending
pass through the night
from dark age to light.
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Know inner Eve temptation queen
lovely womb receptivity
devourer of inspiration seed
without balance we have no chance
to find wholeness two halves must dance
awkward steps who takes the lead
rhythm found in Nature's weave
if ignored or worse cast out
one will search with vainly doubt
for lacking half externally
forever lost in lonesome phony
this contradicting catch is true
love must radiate all sides of you
before holy union appears
walk alone map all the tears
check back with me in 12 long years.
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