assuredly

when
we

 
have
become

supreme
souls

we will
be

 
masters
of
our
space

if
we

 
become
absolute

beings

we
will

divinely

 

master
time

 

     * * * 

 

the sea is rising
and God is angry
the sky is polluted
and God is choking us
oceans are flooding
and God is coming
commuting life and committing glory
this planet is invoking danger
God is pointing to catastrophe
species are rapidly descending
God is destroying a lot of everything
earth's evolution is warping
and God is crying mercury
this revolutionary planet
requires a metamorphic happening
quick silver measuring us anatomically
God is worshiping an atomic universe
this entire world is swiftly changing
divinity bows down to mnenomic Mother Earth
God is thinking I told you so
those fattest cultures
obesely thinking only of themselves
such an excruciatingly greedy place
God is going to thin everyone down
reframe this current fat cat social structure
God reminds us to be refreshingly compassionate
as desperation wears its scarred and violent face
God is asking us to be empathetic
this world is full of so many hateful people
God wants undivided love and true care
overtly rich men and women including King Midas
being covertly obtrusive and obsessive
existing as that heartless greedy kind
God has imprisoned them in their soulless lair
while the human race flounders deaf and blind
God is saying we had better look again
stare hard into every magic mirror
reimagine who is speaking and who is truly there
this world is full of rape and war and fear
yet God contends we are all equal and should be kind
Mother Earth insists we need to share
the world we most easily see is black and white
and God demands we must have clear vision
envision spectral colour both day and night
this voracious world is insatiably thirsty for oil and gas
irrationally hunting for crowns of gold and mounds of diamonds
God is pushing us to be happy
revoke all behaviour that is crass
God happily feeds us apples and oranges
relational nutrition plus a few smoked almonds
Mother Earth's precious creatures are going extinct
God is watching while we press and pluck ourselves
stressed people are often fools and fail to clearly think
so rampant panic creates environments of empty shelves
deserts are growing while the seas are dying
God is saying the human race could disappear
balance has been contravened as we bumble trying
devouring ignorance we walk around sighing
this planet is coming to terms with mega-death
God is reminding us everything is possible
including constructive bounty and uninterrupted crystal meth
the heart and soul of humankind has been corrupted
God twists wishing we would meditate upon salvation
crave redemption on our spiritual journey
our inherited souls marked with God's almighty invitation
the meritorious world is burning and drowning
we're burdened with this untold blunder
we're owning this terminal climate change
and God is sending us more thunder and lightning
this world is razed asunder by crazed immoral war
God contends we would be better off eating manna
intending nothing less and nothing more
earth is finding it hard to reconcile the human race
God is watching us turn ourselves inside out
here we are wearing such a pathetic covid face
our unsympathetic world is tearing us to pieces
extended God still celebrates
that revolutionary inventive alpha bang
not intending a universal blackhole tomb
while the distended Holy Ghost prays divinity increases
a wondrous universal womb is cosmically incubating
thus supreme God is aptly ovulating

                            * * *

 

in my dream
I touched the finger of God
light gave me
spiritual direction
in another life
forgiving my solitude
God took me by the hand
lead me to a hidden sacred spring
encouraged me to explore and deeply drink
in my unrestricted dream
a holy light encompassed my soul
sharing universal enlightenment
giving me eyes to see
radiance teaching true beginnings
grace rose with me
wisdom woke inside me
eternity explained divine endings
in my prophetic dream
everything is God and saviour
the sun gives favour to the moon and stars
evolving I found myself orbiting Godhead
I fell further into another vast deep stead
love's past lifetime was solved as I slept
when I ascended from my graveside bed
resplendently I existed again
creation resolved all wonderment
breathed from God's eternal depth
I looked around knowing then
what divinity truly meant
all those ghosts and demons
that God lets shake creation
all those serpents God has sent
exhibiting profundity with all their venom
molecules altering every nation
in my incarnate dream
respectfully I begin to understand
God's revolutionary re-creation
in my evolutionary dream
I'm asking God to take my hand
samadhi's enlightened station

                    * * *

 

one fleeting moment
that last time
I saw your face
stared into your questioning eyes
studied your slanting smile
disappearing perhaps forever
I watched your tears
flood down your face
falling to the ground
a catchment for our fears
but the trying sun
burned us in this place
as our hearts cried
while yearning gravity
dragged the tidal moon
down to the bridled earth
in this nocturnal race
emotions kept us turning
in this love lost space
that last time
I touched your hand
felt you surrender
while you were in my arms
destiny remained in command
as you stared into my thirsting eyes
that first fleeting moment
stealing my breath away
making my heart skip a beat
beginnings escaped me
I couldn't find the words
suddenly you were gone
ending that tender moment
rending me incomplete
I stood there silent
encompassed by my wrongs
contemplating forever
reeling in my wretched mind
feeling every second
time that slowly passed
surrounded by sad love songs
truly etching my pain with thine
as love turned into a faded memory
still I searched for some forgiving sign
I knew that love just could not last
reality corroborated you were in the past
still I hoped I'd wake one day
realize it had all been some night terror
open my eyes to see you lying there beside me
happily find you and your love
still complacent and contented there

                         * * *

 

all that colourful jazz
thumb snapping
bohemian poetry fads
beat generation
trance into beatniks
hip generation
dance into hipsters
scream into beatles
romance into hippies
keeping the beat
all that generational heat
one after another
all that cool jazz
rooted but continuing to roll
rocking and all that razzamatazz
brother all that rock and roll
sweltering into helter skelter
one eye opening tangerine dream
drifting into some other hurt
Bo Jangles into other tangles
squares into triangles
circled then skunked by punks
plunking into a carnival ranking
still more circus hanky panky
menage a trois plus a high wire act
one carnal beat after another
facets of jungle being
life's individual facts
one intrepid key into another
blissful harmony and raucous rhythm
tall bridges over the river high
one schism followed by another
hey little sister and big brother
keep that universal beat
a chorus with all those lyrical tunes
cultural attunement
societal atonement
every bitching song we sing
harlequin colours ring a ding ding
measure after measure the spell isn't broken
burning down the house
breaking down the walls
incorporating every musical token
don't let your reverb tears make you sad
import the world from sticks and stones
extract every viral dance
strum simple chords that make you glad
pound wildly on drums and bones
tap tap tap on horns and bells
wah wah followed by strings and spells
what would the world be without that beat
how truly cool and sublimely neat
don't stop moving your feet
raze both heaven and hell
sing ballads and crazy songs
could the unfazed universe tell
trade us for something amazing and swell
be that extraordinarily right or subliminal and wrong
exile us to in there Mercury or out there Pluto
somewhere the human beat has never gone

                         * * *

 

I'm trying
to something
but something
keeps trying me
I'm some thing
trying a thing
things try me
what something brings
bringing trying sees
seas of trying times
times have tried me
trial and error
error finds me
trials aired
something fair
fares for air
terror doesn't care
still something there
there is some thing
still something dares
dare to care
care to dare
something fare
I've cut off all my hair
but still I find myself
right there somewhere
standing at the werewolf's lair

              * * * 

 

this sea of humanity
this vibration we find so profound
creating echoes of flesh and insanity
making this messed up world go around
depends on what we can save
revere the sky and sacred ground
wretches speaking their profanity
depending on how we all behave
will it be a wail of despair and pain
or some other desperate sound

                     * * *

 

that fateful day
feels so long ago
when love left tracks
bare toes and heel marks
where we had walked
depressions in wet ocean sand
touched by impressive love
we stood watching
hand in hand
staring out to sea
we felt the ruptured earth quake
beneath our naked feet
standing there just above corruption
we waited together
knowing what would surely come
expectant we envisioned a tsunami
waiting for derision to carry us away
that awesome correcting tide
ripping us apart
somehow we both knew
what had been such a peaceful beach
intentional love
we both felt
left us full of regret
love could never last
watching the virulent sea rise
uplifted beneath the virtual sun
we witnessed ritual moon beams
little comfort it seems
since yesterday was done
that rising tidal wave
rushing so far inland
change from what had been a placid sea
rearranged we knew the end was near
a regressive change in you and me
as progressive death bore that wave
tearing us limb from limb
grave love flowed o'er that beach
still we bravely held hands
but novel love faltered
drowning us in that ocean breach
peerless love betrayed us
though it had seemed fearless and sweet
still we were too often falling hard
upon a sodden ground
like a rotting peach
love decomposed there
love imposed its fate there
like some unfathomable ocean sound
once unhalted love had found us
caressed by unfaltering love
we had freely flown around
but then expectant love
discontentedly tore us apart
as we walked upon that respected beach
as each torrential wave roared in
flooding that opulent reach
we both slipped and drowned
potential love turned tail
swimming far out to sea
on that failed and tragic day
when we both died
like a slaughtered sacred cow
our crying hearts
stopped beating
but fleeing love
leaving us in bitter parts
had somehow set us free

               * * *

 

On this occasion, December 22nd, which would have been my 33rd wedding anniversary, I offer the following poem. This is my 600th post on JoeC's blog spot to date. Thank you to all my readers.

being woman
a whole life of pussy issues
from why and how
to what and where
boxes and boxes of tissues
from right here and now
to why should I ever care
being common
a human with being issues
if not when
maybe it is now
those lives we live
it's more about what we give
as well as what we do
and all the parts we play
all those things you think
and all those things you say

               * * *

 

when rain and snow falls
as the full moon rises
when king tides rush in
as the blazing sun sets
while the living earth spins
as distant stars explode
life still seems to evolve
when revolutionary death comes
taking that final evolutionary breath
relational angels may suddenly appear
pleading with us
praying we return home
perhaps our stationary prayers
will have been heard
on that first glorious day
maybe God will finally reveal
what the actual universe was first shown
when contact light was first loosed
each radiant perfect ray
illuminating excellence and  tactile life
at that precise immaculate moment
tactful truth may be known
factual wisdom all on its very own
when a flowing soul
envisions the glowing light
perhaps God finally comments
conceivably growing then
existence and being
will finally feel right
perhaps then we'll truly discover
home with its divine and holy light

                      * * * 

 

what
are you
willing
to pay for
those shoes
on your feet
clothes
that you wear
that
food
on your plate
a roof
over
your head
medicine
a car
or bike
what
would you
give
for a good
heart
that never skips
a single beat
lungs
that continue
to breathe
eyes
that clearly see
legs
that bend and move
a balanced
life
security
at home
relevance
in all
those things
you do
perhaps
the world
would be
a better
place
if what
we do
what
we need
was free
but then
who
would pay
for all
those things
we use
we want
what
would you
pay
for lasting
good health
without
fire
without
rain
without
the sun
and moon
how fluid
like water
could
you be
would
you be
retaining
a resilient mood
maintaining
or dissolving
before
you panic
and flee
would you
pay
for your hopes
no matter
if they are many
or few
so many dreams
to come true
if a star
fell
into your lap
what burning cost
that lasting price
is precious life
affordable
paid for
with your time
your work
your energy
pay dearly
clearly the ferryman
requires coin
who will
tell you
what life
is worth
retired
would you
pay to be
just you
would you
pay another fee
another me
what
thine and thee
would you
pay
so war
stayed away
would you
pay
to be
loved
what
would you
pay
to have
everything
to be
perfect
how much
would you
pay
to be absolute
and free

      * * * 

 

what if
we departed
from war and destruction
what if
we replaced pollution and corruption
with creative compassion
made love and happiness
our most important institutions
what if
we imparted
great wisdom with every healing transition
making our planet
a blessed garden with a sacred mission
where sharing and caring
became our most impressive distraction
what if
we swept away all the sin plaguing this earth
replaced treachery and nightmares
with enlightenment and dreams of great worth
what if
we took all those bullets and bombs
reshaped them with beautiful poems
replaced them with awesome music and joyful songs
what if
this world that we live in
became a galactic orb filled with brilliance
where everything living
lives a life of excellence and resilience
do you think God would be happy
if our world could be marvelously different
would our universal neighbours
think of us as sacredly significant
what if
all these storms we have created
could be supplanted with rays of perfect light
instead of these horrid moments that we have all hated
if there is a heaven
or a God that truly cares
shouldn't we seek genuine truth
open our minds to what is really there
if we could all see
far into that vast universe of space
perhaps we'd finally find and understand
that our planet is a supremely special place
a planet that needs and requires balance
this earth is wanting that
if we truly sought perfection
we'd find we could become
a more enlightened human race
what if
we opened our minds
our hearts and our third eyes
revealing our souls
trusting each other
forever being kind
if we all lived our lives
recognizing we are all sisters and brothers
if we ceased demonizing others
then this world we are hovering in
could be wondrously nurturing
instead of being hurtful
and unremittingly being smothering

                       * * *

 

I feel like I'm failing
wondering where I begin
just where I end
perhaps I'm living life
where too much is forbidden
this foreboding I sense
leaves a bitter taste in my mouth
so many songs I listen to
lyrical love deafening me
every moving poem I read
blinds me more and more
inside my head I feel crazy
I'm wondering who shuts all the doors
questioning who turned out the lights at night
I'd like to get on a horse and ride like the wind
try to leave myself behind
I'd like to jump off a cliff to see if I could fly
perhaps one day I'll wake
find that I've grown flight feathers
only to realize I'm losing my fucking mind
what if I set myself on fire
would anyone ever care or wonder
never climb out of this deep pit
what if I can never get any higher
exit this darkness I find myself in
I've taken too many hits
I realize nobody really gives a shit
but I'm just an insect
waiting to metamorphosize
push myself out of this chrysalis I've created
force myself to grow wings
fly head first into the free wild wind
I know the sun doesn't rise for me
I know God isn't crying over me
I understand that the moon isn't my friend
if I were a Martian
perhaps I'd go to war
if I'd been born on Venus
maybe I'd see there was more
more goodness and less heinous
more up-lifting life and less gravity
more love and less depravity
more joy and less desperation
less loneliness with this self imposed incarceration
only the selfless earth feels me
only the careless wind touches me
only God is my witness and knows that I exist
if I were caught up in a raging tornado
I don't think I would even think to resist
it's been suggested that I drown myself
remove this crown of thorns I'm bearing
strip off this false armour that I'm wearing
go blind and lose myself far out at sea
I have thoughts of burying myself
just because I am not
what I once thought was me

                  * * *

it seems love is blind . . .
like a stranger's unexpected kiss . . .
insistently distant but still refined . . .
like a lover's voice we miss  . . .
something looming deep inside . . .
creating an emotional choice . . .
love is found in regal hearts . . .
adoring stately minds . . .
marked by defining moments . . .
though we may think . . .
love is not always so . . .
we may not see love coming . . .
like that dark tornado night . . .
suddenly catching us up . . .
hurling emotion and life around . . .
twisting sentient feelings . . .
sometimes love is healing . . .
still a bewildering choice . . .
sometimes love is blind . . .
making us blindly stumble . . .
shaking us to the core . . .
love is everything passionate . . .
diligently listening . . .
sometimes so romantic . . .
blind love begs for more . . .
when love goes deaf and silent . . .
leaving us feeling empty . . .
nothing left but ghostly empathy . . .
every feeling unseen and unheard . . .
there is no certain cure . . .
often love is blinded . . .
simply silenced by absurd . . .

                 * * *

 

 

air rushes through me
stealing away my life and breath
asphyxiating my misguided goals
water floods over me
drowning me with all my tragedy and sorrow
earth continues to bury me
engulfing my frightful mind
landslides entomb me with hurt and pain
fire furiously consumes me
incinerating my very soul
devouring my dreams and misplaced love
self-immolation in this frenzied fire
burning up all my hope and joy
cremated I turn to ash
assailed by this assault of air
I try to wipe away my fear and tears
swept away in this deluge of water
I try to wash away my unrighteous sins
buried beneath this avalanche of earth
I try to lay to rest all my wounds and shame
yet somehow I resume to dig and fall
carelessly fumbling on every hapless mall
crumbling beneath every corrupt and polluted pall

                        * * *

 

God
is
punishing
us
simply
because
we
exist
if
there
is
redemption
perhaps
the universe
will
care
for us
and all
those
things
that creation
dreams

    * * * 

 

at this particular moment in time
someone near the gardens of Christchurch
stark naked and relaxed after swimming
sitting statuesque on a still ocean beach
reflecting upon unrequited love
reciting cruel summer love rhymes
caught up in that foolish relational lurch
holding back tears and recalling love's better times

someone in the saccharine South Pacific
observing glowering pacific clouds
mists meandering o'er a titanic western horizon
echoes and rumblings of orchestral thunder
witnessing doldrums summer squalls and showers  
warm towering rains north of the tropic of Capricorn
south of the flowering equator to be more specific

someone in freezing Antarctica
zipped in a puffy down-filled parka
frost in the air with ice floes in the sea
a waddle of penguins dances and leaps
accompanied by rafts of tuxedoed Emperor birds
wond'ring as they frolic and race after fish
why they won't ever see or face brilliant Spica
 
someone perched on a vertical high above old Jozi
taking in the void down in heterogeneous South Africa
such a breathtaking view of surfing white sharks
bathed by the rays of bright summer sun
African penguins at home on their resident beach
compelled by genetics that seem less than rosy

someone on an island in vast Indonesia
lost hopes and tears from another erupting volcano
nature creating more havoc and destruction
as human wickedness is surely created
twisting politics with intentional instruction
nearby the abysmal sea bed splits and quakes
deep beneath islands in radio-active Micronesia

someone on stuffy Wall street is plotting
embezzling pocket fulls of bonds and biscuits from louts
picking loose morsels out of vaults and company logs
flossing stitches and stealth from over-stuffed mouths
stealing riches from greedy corporate salivating dogs
moiling in darkness as their blackened souls are rotting

someone sipping bitter sweet espresso in old France
decompressing in a small street cafe along cluttered rue Cler
searching romance and art eyeing passing fashionable filles
taking in honking traffic and all while they quietly sit there
reflecting on baguette spread with ripe cheese arranged on a plate
as that self-absorbed Paris crowd sits and just stares
murals of thought sorted like words on a page
depicting a modern Lautrec in that contorted stance

someone disheveled and squatting along Kensington avenue
stumbling then tumbling in embittered Philly
everyone high on crystal meth and spice
perceptibly crying while others lay dying
she's been discourteously saddled with a toss of the dice
crumbling while fondling her distressing tumour
another shot in the arm until she's all muddled
another shot in the head until she's befuddled
defeated she'll abort that fetus cradled in her drug stressed belly
having traded sex for street promises that are always untrue

someone crossing Ekaterina street in golden Odessa
unfolding rain into snow as traffic whizzes along
while Russian tanks continue holding Ukraine's eastern flank
tension unfolding as NATO resists with a heavier hand
squadrons of jets and a fistful of missiles
replaying history though long gone is the iron clad Czar
and everything historical including every Russian Contessa

someone in impeded Appalachia is quietly vying
slowly dying from cancer as they wander hardwood hills
rigid and expecting he won't see another sugar sap moon
sadly pond'ring whether his frigid dead body
would be buried above another woodland coal seam
could families once owned by old company stores
salvage cemeteries trounced by immoral coal companies
where so many poor miners are eternally lying

someone in ultra-modern Berlin
envisioning strolling along an old cobbled street
rememb'ring how their dead German father
proudly wore his brown Hitler youth shirt
running wild with crazed groups of uniformed Nazi's
smashing Juden heads and spraying grafitti on windows
reliving streams of lost innocent blood
oozing beneath those stomping jackbooted feet
political doctrines and evil fascism that suck nations in

someone stuck on the street stumbles and falls
having mucked and scrabbled for a hit of fentanyl
another young heart stops on a bent street curbside
unraveling lives across Vancouver's poor eastside
sirens scream horror as another impoverished night descends
called by a smorgasbord of deadly street drugs
selfishness calling out as impartiality continues
ignoring destruction and that ugly demon's stride

someone in poverty stricken rural China
on International Human Rights day
beaten and arrested for boldly speaking out
remembering tanks roaring in Tiananmen square
crushing free spirit in the good people that protested there
harsh definitions are legislated about that hushed human fight  
prison gates confine political prisoners like nothing is finer

someone in bombed out Falluja wakes
tears stream down her battered broken face
staring in fear at a forsaken shattered wall
recalling rank explosions of American tank shells
flanking exhibitions of massive war wounds
hoping Allah forgives all her loathing and hatred
morning prayers uttered for her dead children's sake

someone in Asia's overcrowded subcontinent
trying to catch their Vishnu breath
hoping they might stumble across
a piece of stale bread or some lost grains of rice
trained on sustaining food before pretentious night falls
surviving each day on shattered dreams and pure karma
incense smoke caressing and addressing the Holy Ganges
while continuous fumes rise from smoking funeral pyres
accretion seems so crassly dominant
permeating that spicy Indian atmosphere
clearly the majority of poverty is so obviously prominent
 
someone in remote Iqaluit is drinking bottled water
softening ice floes navigate an adjacent icy sea
while hungry Polar bears anxiously pace the barren shore
a pitiful institution covered by such a thin skin
vagrant sea ice prohibiting those white hunters
expressive climate change exhibiting bare bones
melting permafrost with all this depressing devastation
atmospheric stressing making things so much hotter

someone in frigid Siberia is sledding
skating and sliding on new winter ice
while shimmering red white and green aurora borealis
painting those living and glimmering solar scenes
ions prancing and dancing across that excited sky
entrancing tundra that is wind scoured but free
enticing resistant polar climes that will never suffice

someone levitating inside the International Space Station
monitoring a riveting computer read out
measuring inventive solar wind and extensive power
as the livid earth spins on its subliminal axis
solar energy freely raining down upon every earthly nation

someone orbiting distant Vega enraptured in meditation
picturing regal worm holes bridging virgin space
transiting Lyra and life in a transitory sixth dimension
poetry in motion consistent with universal relocation
small moves eventually equal gigantic leaps
infinitely if one and one are truly two
perhaps the news of universal time is real
sometimes many and sometimes a very few
that sense lucid beings astrophysically all feel
intensely inducing a spatial human view

at this particular moment
someone in the sixth dimension
realizing gravity leaks
speaking about the fourth to the fifth
dreams and thoughts stuck inside that brane
describing vibration so completely complex
indexed and finding God residing in the tenth
imported by a matrices of polyplex
where motion and emotion
are simply universal extension

at this point in time
there remains residual intention
retaining some semblance of order
a polyplex of creation
as this world and others
exist through invention

someone with interminably thick skin
determinably has fallen from slick grace
like the sum total of this violent human race
this is that damnable spastic and pitiful place
we're born into this shameful plastic sin
existing in this wretched elastic space
we're subjected to disgraceful greed lust and hate
surrounded by evil we must somehow survive
it seems our limited physics and physical traits
are the reflections that determine our corporeal fate
this is the suffering world that we all live in

someone balancing on the cusp of discovery
struggling to find something deep inside them
a song or a poem or a dance or a painting
something that God has immeasurably delivered
a dream or a hope or a wish or a crown
a place or a time with joy and some hope
a recipe for life that is smothered in love
something uplifting not pulling them down
every blessed thought word or deed that induces recovery

someone lost in that void beyond time
a sacred place far beyond every sinful crime
trying to navigate that maze of love and existence
someone moving from rigid time into light
persistence and  meditation in that seventh dimension
expecting God and those holy ghost secrets they'll find
existence and light in that vast tenth dimension
such a fantastic place where the soul has gone blind

                                 * * *

 

here lie
all the dead
just bones
and ash
once upon
a time
they had
something
everything
to live for
but time
has stolen
life away
whilst love
keeps them
buried in our hearts
in our thoughts
that storied place
where cherished memory
lives on
what has God
sacrificed
is creation
simply redemption
for some darker space
or commemoration
of initial thought
when light first burst
from God's thirsty soul
those legendary dreams
God dreamt
in the beginning
were they partial
or complete
uncompromised and whole
all this life
and death
God sent
is it impartial
or is creation meant
to simply fill
God's universal bowl
a simple holy place
that retains wisdom's grace
of all that once was
and all that will be
like the living and the dead
we remember
lying here on earth
amongst all these bones
and solemn ash
while precious life
miraculously
somehow
still unfolds

           * * *

 

so many
tall mountains
in the world
nature created
those age old peaks
God created
sacred mounts
while man expressed
numerous heaps and mounds
uprisings of excess
hordes of worn out tires
mountains of tragic plastic
as nature expires
while this earthly creation retires
as the world goes spastic
all man's surplus
fabricating all this mire
so many scarred battlefields
economic growth founds deserts
birthing fluctuating climate
witness the earth stagnate
watch pollution mounting
this continuous ruination
destroying ancient sites
such immeasurable destruction
tearing down sacred heights
if the trusted sun would speak
we'd no doubt hear a message
detect something terrifying
revelations that are utterly bleak
sorely we'd be addressed
if the relevant moon could speak
express us as unholy
we are such misguided freaks
so much blatant corruption
too much tainted addiction
somewhere at the bottom
laying dormant in the deepest sea
a waiting black hole
but earthlings don't see
any good redirection
if there is correction
people should worship
not obliterate and annihilate
what remains of forest life
few things still have energy to plead
heedless devastation and eradication
we need all those saviour trees
we need all earth's birds and bees
when great towers crumble and fall
when brilliant beings
that once flew and crawled
have forever disappeared
how will we go on
how queer the earth will be
do you think God
will forgive us
can you imagine
love and creation
could ever be
so resilient and strong

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land of the dead
esoteric spirit
animating ancient tales
drum sticks beating drum heads
inspired incumbents and warriors hail
crowding flaring campfires
entranced crowds wail
spirits trance dance
prancing in and dancing out
veiled by rings of rising smoke
somewhere out ahead
obscure chastity resides
nature's invested path of glory
where blessings and wisdom dwell
telling creation's sacred story
where intrepid travelers come to rest
yet spent and dog tired
shamans one by one attest
whisp'ring prayers of celestial desire
blistering power instilled
revisited from within the refined earth
where finally we understand the inspired sun
seek and find heavenly mirth
fall into a healing deep blue sea
encourage those campfire drums
nature's rhythm sets us free
welcome all those spirit keepers
support every striving worthy sea
a foamy surface like rich whipped cream
when the clabbered world goes sour
bequeath holy sage to the babbling rabble
sacred ground beneath so many weary feet
arise within your spirit dream
soar where golden eagles meet
discover what it is to be celestial and truly free
worship this wheel of euphoric creation
joyously circle every sacred tree
sing from your divine heart
seek supreme creation
marvel at this destination

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all that's wrong
with the ailing world
those wretched places
littered city streets
so many twisted
unhappy faces
lost homeless folk
distressed in the war torn street
danger is their companion
so many deranged strangers
such a strange mess
when you wake up rearranged
in this sponge cake world
one won't see or recognize
each choking problem
when your child
is lying in a bombed out street
his torn up guts lying in the dirt
soldiers keep tossing grenades
artillery dumping chemical bombs
such a violent hurt
all those stone tombs
but the violence never fades
there is no token oxygen
once you're broken and can't breathe
just can't catch a breath
so deprived you can't think
partially alive and you can't think
everything tenement is wrong
when the light goes out
survival's universal song
that's what existence is about
that's why your controversial heart beats
but when the lights go out
when God illuminates and speaks
then dimensional beings
reflect universal might
just what it seems
crowing like an upstart rooster
availing this ailing world
embarking on an enlightened means
prevailing with the Buddha booster
addressing every insistent human wrong
sacred direction persists
remarking on every mistrusted street corner
chanting encrusted hope and a sacred song

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