gates of heaven

The chimes are cuting in right on time.
Wanting to believe in a god and wanting at the same time to be freed from sucking up to salvation.
Let salvation take its turn and be struck blind by the sight of a free person.

Its geting more necesarry to dispel with the cynicism,
getting more necessary to call the bluff of lawmakers and the peace keepers who wear badges.
Ask them direct what they got against revolution.

Against situations where mothers go against convention and trickle down their milk.
Trying to get them to stop thinking for a split second
and pass some legislation that 'll get them past the gates of heaven.

Negotiating With the Lambs

fearing a life under the whip
fearing going hungry even when it's sunny
even when the harvests are bountiful and piled up in the barn.

A fear of many
fear of gluttons who push the buttons
to leverage their stock options and pamper platitudes that got picked up in the classroom.


So now staring down the Apocolypse
we bought it so we got to consume it
Remodelling the thoughts that move the fingers that do the digging and the capping of any and all liquids.
See the faces going ga ga over the gushes
And why not, we all need rushes.


Especially the defenseless using hunting rifles and sometimes throwing rocks against Hellfire
propulsions.
The defenseless using common courtesy while the legal departments shoot off bursts of logic about as original as the mind of a lion that won't go limp when negotiating with the lambs.

The World Needs Nurses.

This is a road trip with your usual genre elements
Including the finale with a car chase and a bitter sweet fender bending,
Including the love scene in the middle of the disaster,
The talking empire blues in the background,
feeling dreams drifting away from the surveillance machine.

Sitting with her nurse feet feeling relief in a stream outside a sealed off fortresss , closing eyes and recoloring consciousness.
The attacks of paranoia made manifest in the hospital forgotten for the moment ,
For a moment physiology and anatomy not needy; taking it easy displacing the thoughts of diseases she'd try to heal and deal with during her 12 hour shifts.

If they bomb Iran the nurses will be run off their feet,
the doctors groans will compete with the disembowled
and the mad memes will come home to roost.
And that night Dick Cheney will once again grind his teeth.

If they bomb Iran it'll be hard to get a day to just veg.
Oil will go up.
The nuts will get nuttier.
And that night Dick Cheney will once again count his little white lies to get to sleep.

Sitting and letting the sun scan the landscapes.
Reflections off the water blinding her to the dealing with death machinery on her ward.

Auguries of Angst

1
Lying on the beach in the sand
Looking up at the sky surrounded by high rise dog hot stands
Fingers on infinity trying to hold it back
But infinity seems slippery and slack

2
Seagulls drop clams on rocks, dive for fish
Re-cycling PCBs, and I get one last wish
On the beach seeing the sparrows flying into caves focused and swift
I finally catch the drift.

3
people picking thru dumpsters for food
In the air someone's swinging dangerous moods
Long lines and longings for a long vacation
Holding back the time space continuum for that feeling of elation.

4
Each time a brain wave turned into a marketing strategy
Reduces insights to farce filled tragedy
A child run roughshod thru the classroom
Debases the business of the womb

5
Each bulldozed olive orchard
Turns the screw of the torture
Each tender touch that's attempted
Turns that moment to time in a temple suspended

6
Every bullet that's manufactured
Leaves a little love fractured
The chimes of laughter of a child
Would wake up wisdom if compiled

7
A straight talking human without the manners of the mansion
Is like a knife flashed in the faces of the pirates of expansion
The supply guy who orders in the the cluster bombs
Will never see the sweet side of the psalms


8
The credit card pushers who target pockets of poverty
Will be awakened in the night by a knock on their property.
The fearful who collect photographs of lynching trees
Have strung themselves up by degrees
The bullys who bite at your back
Will one day taste the counter attack


9
A polar bear drifting on a melting ice floe
Is a 911 call saying there's nothing more to blow
Protecting the millionaire's market instead of protecting a million species
Is the mating call of an absurdity struck disease
Investors in depleted plutonium tipped weapons
Are digging us deeper into suicidal delusions

10
Clean up the mess
And the rats will leave their nests
Wash off the illusions of the sword
And making love will be restored

11
Each telecasted image of fathers picking up pieces of flesh
Smothers an infant at the breast
Each innocent act of a tree hugger
Clear cuts another ominous act of an
eco mugger
12

Both the the red carpet glitter and the threadbare tatters
Eventually become landfill matters
Truths that are relative
Are just tricks that have had a hell made if it

13
Call it , What goes around... or call it Karma
You can't live without hurting or without the sorrowful side of the drama
Whether it's a hug of love or an F16s hollowing out your apartment
What matters is what's in the breath department.


14
The sorrow and the sunny always leave shadows
Gotta navigate thru the nicks and the narrows
Broken hearts and broken bones
Can only be healed with all the compassion you own

15
Questions dwell in every child's eye
And deep in the well of each person's phantasmal belly comes a reply
Picked up by awakened from woe people without a prayer
Lullabying during a lull from cares.

16
Tears and stars seem to be eternally transmitting
The secrets of hearts and the universe emitting
Moments committed to memory
Are spoken out about and made ambulatory.

17
The sounds you can hear when everything's unplugged
Is the organic world coming out of its pandemic panic undruged
Grinding the beautiful into the grim
Sets the stage for the last note of the last violi.

18
Those freezing for lack of fuel
Gives the finger to infinity's jewel
The soldiers armed with F16s and IEDs
Are like strikes of lighting at the seas.

19
A moment of pleasure to the many
Is worth more than buried treasure to the greedy minority, funny.
A miniscule tic of the ubiquitous
Can shake out the shtick and fan the affectuous.

20
The mockers with deep pockets
Shall feel the shock of sticking their fingers into too many sockets.
That pure feeling that shows up in the eyes
Is due to a thinking process that tries

21
He who kicks at the call of the wild
His own self shall beguile
Cheating the child of its treasures
Will get loneliness meted out for your leisure
Thrilling to the cry of the newborn
Gets you a lifetime listening to Gabriel's horn.

22
The imaginations of children and adult understandings
Takes the the crash out of the landing.
The professional questioner settling for pat answers
Is spreading mass confusion like a cancer.


23
Bowing to the the BS of the system
Puts another nail in the coffin of a wisdom
The weapons most deadly
Come just after the singing a diplomatic medley

24
If kids were taught the process of peace in school
We might get war's infrastructure retooled
When empathy is the accelerator of economies
Maybe we won't have to pick up body parts and put them in baggies.

25
GPSs and compasses can't pinpoint the spot
Where philosophy and enlightenment wiggle into the slot
Where enigmas entertain eternity
Is where the axis of earth meets the eagle's acuity.

26
Dabblers in doubt
Take the wrong route
Nibblers of certainty
Eat out the pantry.

27
Since the mind controls the passions, the mind can be deadly
But only thoughts put together by a passion can sing a peace and prosperity melody
Selling sincerity at market rate
With a signature signs away eternity's fate.

28
Thirteen year olds working the streets
Is an indication of hypocrisy's victory and harmony's defeat
Armies of the night and 24/7 surveillance
Sniff out and snuff out any belligerence.

29
Everyday it seems
The world is coming apart, if you listen you can hear the screams
Everyday it seems the world's wonders get more vulnerable
And can only be defended by making visible what's venerable.

30
Lies that dig into the mind like fish hooks
First simmer in the soups of academic cooks
The power rush at any cost is never worth the cost
And when broken down is expelled thru the exhaust
All lies are lost
When you remove the gloss

31
Whether the issues are presented by Thomas Friedman or William Blake
It's not hard to catch on to which one's dead on and which one's the fake.

Ask An Economist

 

They all had that thirsty look and then they noted the snipers and their commanders,
not seeing but noting the poltergeist effects in the street.
Noting the freightened animals eyes when the disorder of the hunter and the hunted is actuated and there's no protection from the reactions of the adamant with firepower and the lust of empire.

So it went in the survival of the most corrupt with diligence of an evangelist but no horse sense with regard to kickbacks for the cosmos
Blindsided if you happen to look thru a pinhole of light that exposes what goes on in the shadowy parts of  the hollow parts.

Rumbling down a mountain comes what looks like a grizzly , knowing the Man has a big bang , never before experiencing except in the ears.
The primeval fixtures become more accentuated, including bearskin rugs for the shooters who give the 360 degrees to anything that moves.
That assures success that can be verified by blood running in the ditches.
Most credit given to the fingers with the least amount of reaction time.

Poverty, what is it good for? ask an economist.
Telling you something like it's a structural filter to keep capital flexible , but usually forget to mention the market function of those licensed to kill to justify ends that have special meaning according to the theories in their manuals.

Beauty Projector

Walking weirdly to avoid hypocrisy,
into a greyscale where the language is whales or maybe dolphins communicating,
making that run diving in and flying out of the ocean.
Living the mystery communicating with the gods who expose beauty.
Looking for a vision that's not wearing camouflage.

The romantics ran into trouble when they found out beauty wasn't enough,
that their true confessions wouldn't be enough to make nature love them as much as they loved nature.
And tried to use what beauty they found like cologne and cigars when they had to run errands in the open sewer sections.

Rear view mirror thinking in the house of mirrors in the brain , networked from head to toe to soul.
Through the foggy soul with eyes of eagles and ears of jungle cats
to a bizare yard sale where angels serve tea and then sit down with you.
A place that Stanley Kubrick could rivet to your flashbacks.

but never enough bang for the buck after the popcorn taste is gone and your cinema sense is back to normal.
Flabbergasting while the world blows a gasket.
And then not much waiting when in the forest fired wasteland little green slivers form patterns.
Wild weeded herbs rooted deep under dead layers of earth.

Exegesis Sneeze

the exegesis are unread-able
the dreams seem unwake-able
the schemes seem unwork-able
but then again there's the view of the valley

hearts are fickle
emotions leave ripples
the economy in a pickle
only way to get thru it is to make like the wind in the barley

and though my fool's reactions have been brandished
and though my thoughts have been fitted with an ankle bracelet
and though my tool box needs to replenished
I'm through with innuendos full of threats
I'm through with things to be wished
I'm out in the rain and already wet.

the gag orders have been issued
Constitutions have been torn apart like tissues and reglued
what goes into the ears has been worked on by professionals and comes out the other end professionally misconstrued
Heading down the highway i catch a glimpse of the sun.

The analysts who seem endless get to what's been preordained using grade 9 algebra
anointing their points with abracadabra
convinced their word wizardry can remove the stripes from zebras
Though i feel a chill there's the start of a feeling of getting unspun.

focused on the maze
dropping off the nights and dug into the days
risking it all for a few rays
moving against the tide of what gets shuffled and what gets shunned.

the airport taser patrol is just a teaser
the real action happens after the crowning of the powerpoint Caesar
at which time they have on call the guys who pick up the pieces with tweezers
The anxiety in my temples must weigh a ton.

roaming in the privatized securitized commons
exspecting to be asked for or issued a ticket and come before a judge who's no Solomon
permanently paranoid catching a glance of walls going up plastered with summons
feeling eternal bleeding and needing eternal healing.

arguments about which integers provide the best integument during the Terror
Proposals coming from spiders who drop down beside the horror,
packaged in a Kafka blur
What hearts and heads they have are innoculated so there's no sense in appealing.


Nature in the bosum of biology
But the bastardized emphasis is on recycled trivia looking for an analogy
and investigations full of faux apologies.
Days made out of rain and sunshine
Seasons made out of millions of colors
uncalculable in dollars
despite the market place crawlers
It feels like a migrane but thank Jesus it's not malign.


Chorophyll mysteries that even a fool can fit into
that paralyzes the taboos
that negates the snafus
that separates the diamonds from the rough stuff.

that winds down the temperature of misers
that whistles in the wind and there's none the wiser
Comes down to you, yourself and your advisors
to say when and what's enough and when to jump the bluff.

Maybe mass hypnotism wouldn't work

Mad dogs and the English language barking and howling and opening fences without defences except for  pathetic fourth generation tactics.
In other words they will never surrender, they have a hold of some concept of honour that allows them to live through the horror.
Where it will end is in someone's brain,
however the brain works , however it makes its decisions, biochemical electrical somehow gettting it on with the gestalt of the psychological.

So peace is possible but not likely considering war is an industry more than it is a misunderstanding .
Minds trained to throw gasoline on the fire.
Minds trained to read the bottom line of spreadsheets.
Subsidized by all the all capital and all the Kings men putting it together just like the hunters and gatherers did.

The obvious question is how to mass hypnotize the button pushing brainy types as well as the more emotional types who know how to follow orders.
thinking always hurt them and their mommies always soothed them by whatever means available.
Maybe mass hypnotism wouldn't work.
Organize don't mourn Joe Hill said.
for love of freedom.
for love of letting your vibes come alive and letting them do the loving

it's in Australia

Spring is not here
it's in Australia
spinning and shimmying on its axis.

The clueless go shopping
eat up the environment with their eyes while the place where their souls normally would have been
look like a big box retailer before the stores open.

the rhythm of their brains off just a half beat
making sounds like computer generated jazz ,
trying to tidy up the variables,
imitating the sounds of coyotes in the studio,
getting exuberant when they hear it on the radio.

Spring is not here
its in Australia
heating up the earth, going about its biz.


luxury with whiskey hangover for some
market discipline for the marchers demanding moonlight without a hungry belly
without negativy in the teapot
without a tempest to chill their uncivil nights.

blindfolded bliss affecting vision and balance on the other side of the track where they're not packed in like chattel with the glazed over look of Gaza
The glaze of greed is more to their liking , holding on to links to the seconds of luxury , trying to forget about anything that could take things to the brink of disaster like getting stuck in a long weekend holocaust.

Spring is not here
it's in Australia,
peeking up from the south like the crocuses.

Resurrection in Real Time

The present to be continued, moody and unpredictable by traditional means of measurement
Refections like vultures detecting flesh running out of its history, wondering which way it went .
Mortals gather around the portals of enlightenment.
Gaze at the stars and then gaze at their watches, silently synchronizing something systematic and soothing to get them through solitary confinement if they can't beat the rap of the security apparatus.

Resurrection in real time
with the feeling of waking up and remembering fragments from a dream,
the familiar recategorized.

Hearing jangling of the charms of the devil dragging the chains on brains up to the next level.
Politics per usual per perverted intellectual finding a cycle with just a touch of lightning and a comfortable seat from which to direct resources to their door step.

Lifting off from illusions as pervading as the messages of kings without any opposition to speak of,
Escaping thru holes punched in the paradise lust of material persons with big budgets to blow on the same old right stuff that got us stuck in the first place.

Touching Lips

Chanting and crashing while the world fizzes out
the world of eye level mirages, neverless with the infrastruture in place to inflict pain through the epidermis of illusion
using decisions made in committe rooms to keep the necromancy policies thriving ,
picking through paranoia and enjoying it.

And then walking through casinos and hospitals
hearing sounds of of desperation on both sides of the waiting rooom walls
and hearing the sounds of feeding compulsions and obsessions into the slots,
bell and whistle recall as the blood is drawn per requisition.
Cerebrally counting events, past and future, summing up and then getting an illumination from a faraway star,
what's in your head just the tip of it.
Down the hall radiation treatments kill cells and draw memories out into the open,
travelling through time , space just sitting there waiting.

While at the same time revelations rain on the wastelands
pealing like bells against isolation as thoughts fall in exhaustion
finding out how it feels to be a piece of driftwood washing up on a beach
the vibe of the tides in the eyes
scanning the area for the practitioners of mercy.
The cool cool truth touching lips.

Strip Mall Camps

Any tongue will do
Anytime at all
To spit out a clue
Like a race horse out of a stall.
Telling tales of treachery
And the power behind the trenches
That picks out taken for granted gratuities
And leaves collateral stenches.

Institutional robbery , raw with the law losing its head.
Slick talkers and their slippery fingered assistants setting up systematic soliloquys,
Redistributing hate, either innate or from a book they read.
Getting out the word with venal ventriloquy.

Watch the exit ramp.
They're doing structural strangulation at the strip mall camps
where they snap on clamps to help your concentration .

Thinking About Freedom

 

No one can give you freedom , no more than anyone can give you breath ,
any more than any one can give you a blessing if you don't want to receive it.
Rolling with Spinoza on his long logic river.
Self validating with memories and memes coming together in dreams you can't hold but that can squeeze you,
tranquilizing the timelines step by step
til all that's seen is sacred,
even the inner workings of species that will do anything to keep on eating.

Thinking about the evil of economics when the law of supply and demand shakes down the invisible hand.
This social science that categorizes and then dishes out the lightning strikes for the under funded,
the principles fuzzy , using infinity to explain the actions of finite little fingers,
grubby , muddling the numbers and bundling assets that come out of your pockets,
that come out of the Earth's assets under all those sunsets.


There's no cheating the dialectic and its train wrecking
when confusion blows in picking out blues riffs that got you thinking about some facsimile of heroin if there can be no freedom.
Or thinking about some night time nebulous fragrance that disorientates the hero worshipping so nobody is following the leaders to the front lines deaf and dumb to the blinders.
Thinking about self-preservation by learning to love in the rain without complaining.

Calling All Choruses

Post traumatic stress coming out of the wreck
Emotional details dovetail
Hell on hand , hope ejects,
The train coming, roped to the rail.

The past like a light bulb in a bare room.
Police pleasers in place.
Big bangs and micro-booms
With a military-industrial embrace.

Touches of tyranny with tears tearing open
The pain centre in the brain.
The technicians , when they're off duty , become gluttons
Giving the shivers to the naive on lover's lane.

Calling all choruses.
Keep thumping on the thesauruses.