  First it's the church to capture your mind to be taught not to wonder and be properly blind 'ask us some questions and we'll tell you some lies of eternal salvation in the heavenly skies or eternal damnation in a slow-burning hell so follow our rules and you'll do just swell and only one life will determine your fate only one life to see how you rate sure it's unbalanced, unfair and so cruel but ask no more questions or satan will rule!' next, we line up and move with the bell towards a red brick version of hell I'll tell you a secret and make no mistake public school is a given that does nothing but take Enter a genius and exit a fool feel your light dim as you follow their rules they cook your brain like the frog in the pot until all you have left is a head full of snot Teachers so prim as they crow at their genius when all they inspire is boredom and meanness bustling with purpose til they punch the clock yet when you look closer it's all a big crock But nobody notices, nobody cares as beautiful dreams turn to fractured nightmares just follow the leaders and do as they say don't think too much or just go away So the sheeple are many and the thinkers are few and the sheeple win out as they usually do and the wolves all descend in their cunning disguise and herd them through bullshit that's 80 feet high And they try to fool thinkers that they must go too straight through the bullshit and into the zoo as phantoms of doom at every turn hiss "nothing to hope for and nothing to learn" Yet that's all illusion and fully man-made designed to control us and keep us afraid For through the twilight, a beacon of light that can't be extinguished with bleating or blight bathes you in knowing, a sweet gentle hush that calms all your worries and awakens your trust It's only the Truth that will set you Free so you may be all that you came here to be not through a sloganized army of course not further from freedom and closer to force Through only the stillness of cosmos and you in the sweet fruitful waves that flow in from the blue in every moment there's an order sublime that the mind cannot fathom but the heart can define Then you'll know freedom, eternal and real that no one can covet and no one can steal If you don't believe it, just try and see freedom is wisdom and wisdom is free And all that matters in the end from loathsome foe to loyal friend is what we do with what we know for all are free to fall or grow 'And all for what?' we cry in vain For what is real that we retain for what remains and cannot die the answer to the question 'WHY?' The HEART on which the ages etch from highborn king to lowly wretch the tale of all we ever feel the only thing that's truly REAL! To know this truth becomes a must as all else fades and turns to dust each form to serve, not to enslave or artifice becomes the grave The heart is our eternity the only true reality the soul way to divinity neglect of which is misery A school of soul, this ball of blue and how you do is up to you first pause in peace at mortal's gate then leave eternal to create and fear no death, for that's a lie the only point is that we TRY! The spirit soars in each new life a heart assured that all is right but memory dims each passing year as hope erodes from wear and fear we follow clues we think are true to find our way to what we knew As twilight falls along the way a fix or two to numb the day and hollow ache of fading hope in search for truth with narrowed scope For that is mortal pain, you see as we forget we're eternal and free So seek what is true and hides until night above the chill winds blowing terror and blight through the temporal and far Above let your heart re-attune to Infinite Love Awakened in Light to the Godhead Within That is how glorious stories begin! GO SOX!  October is here again let's drink more beer again it's World Series Season - woo hoo! The Red Sox are playing and all that i'm saying is if they don't get better we're screwed I wait all year long for the thrill that i long for the excitement of seeing my team in their red and white stripes and their too many strikes that are quickly destroying my dream But i'll keep on hoping there won't be no moping I'll cheer for them with all that I've got and hope they get with it and to __________ they stick it so i can collect the Gold Pot. But if they don't win it's not a big sin through many will cry 'oh boo hoo' They're still our home team and still part of our dream and we'll root for them again next year, too! ODE TO JOHN MCCAIN  oogy ugly troglodyte lizard tongue that's spewing spite bulgie eyes and snide asides donkey laugh that makes you cry dirty lies fly out his hole back under your bridge, you hideous troll! ODE TO RALPH NADER  Nayda Nayda hot patayta rolling down the hill he took the shot but cool he's not he basically looks ill But looks aside he's earned his pride for challenging The Man he helped the poor and raised the score and had a damn good plan But we all know that all winds blow for demwits and repugs and not the Hero so debates are Zero and he's tired of the snubs So down Nayda rolls away from the polls and the sea of hopeful faces he still does his good as we expect that he would but there may well be no more races THE PORNHOG  the pornhog loves all kinds of porno nothing is too dirty he's seen it all and still wants more he's jaded and perverty he's lost in space in tittyland the johnsons and the asses and every kind of pootang shot just stating what the facts is the endless show of human flesh so virtually available it draws him in like micky deez though no one's really nailable so down he sits and makes a fist in craven slack-eyed wonder and strokes his dickie for another quickie dark lightning with no thunder THE NARCISSIST  friendly smile masks raging chaos trapped in your liar's spell your serpent tongue a forked sword that pins me in your hell future laid with artful harm a fractured path of sorrow a bitter ache for all lost sweetness no more joy in tomorrow malignant love, vampiric force black hole of endless need no reflection in your funhouse mirror as all the while i bleed ESCAPE FROM THE WEB  spite-r had a hissy fit a pointless snit a hurl of spit boatloads of bullshit he just couldn't quit not one fucking bit this unarmed twit with his junky bit in his monkey mitt an empty pit a shark for tit so dimly lit so full of shit a smirk to hit this idiot so she finally had it and finally split nay, BOLTED, toward the bright exit © copyright 2010 |
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