January 14, 2017
mouthing my need for Mother Venus ...
going over the details always details the little plucked strings
they sing they sting nettles metals seeded to sky we are crying
the pigment slowly from out bodies turning everything into cancers
we need to die in large culls the hulls of the infinity's divine carriage
running right over the unquantifable number of souls left behind
duped by processes of progress progressives aggressives in angry get backs
conservatives perverse reverse-ists constrictionalists really both seedy bitches
with itches for the riches and nothing more the real crumb whores of voodoo economic times
interlude from psy ops dj the transmission is mostly garbled but I have a decoder ring ...
curtain-ing stain like ribbons of razors explaining
why the air seems flooded with blood, hey who are we ...
the chorus shouts ...we don't know yet ...
looming snickeries offstage say good ...
we shudder make them sound like palpatine ...
serpentine ways to get high and we accept these trespasses
and moral morasses as payment to keep hold of our souls
for at least a little bit longer ... another cup of joe ...
I remember Holland was this place that made me aware
I was human and divine ... wax and tracks never look back
sometimes when the whole kaboodle army is waiting
weighting you down government mule loaded with sponges
you are crossing the rivers so the masters feet can be washed
on the other sides of things you wave at in your paraded memories
and jar-jogging ritual trumpet and bass drum cedes ...
meanwhile strung lament for the enemy bent on our demise
is like hey don't take away my favorite way of dying
while nobody minds the candy store
and the curved glass of old deli
and general store ware displays
cabinets of dry goods
and ice boxed things
in the summertime
remembering pure being
is how a child sees and
never feeling so good
as not needing
the beautiful bleeding
of feasible reason
when the wonder
and joy of things
are needing you
remembering pure being
<fade out lights from black violet range
to ground swept pierce poked fingers
against the ever present and hungry dark>
(haarp the herald charlie rangels sing) ...
the left cries evita
the right cries god and country
and the middle, well
they're fit to fiddles
and spent like penny candy
and gasoline when endless Summer
comes to be a needed ally near when it seems the ends of things ...
Women and dark energy/dark matter emergence
will lead the nurturing fight to super seed Love's scent
over the sentient selfish beings
cabal callous cow bell-ed
with sold sanctuaries
of ingrained philosophies of greed ...
and those that are pillaging the light
will have to reveal themselves
if they have any intentions
of leaving this plane/planet
with their stolen loot ...
at that point the invocations
of spiritual war will crystallize
and we shall have opportunity
to hit the reset beset with lamentations
I need to be Loved unconditionally
and when so embraced
there is only a You
I've dreamed of
there waiting again
in my heart ...