Before you think it works both ways
think again it works just one way
and it's working itself out
through natural selection
everything flowing into
a singular direction
a flow more ancient
than the generations
which carry it forward
because it's part of the
greater process of thermo-
dynamics drawing from our
only primordial ocean of light
on such a scale as to render our
comprehension of it besides the point
Saturday, July 4, 2015
Saturday, January 3, 2015
CRUCIFICTION Jam
Scars of the crucifix upon the cancerous
tumors of a violated world, so its said
to thee let justice be delivered in full to
the oppressors of nature and allow us all
to rejoice as the living sheds its lambskins
sloughed off dead from popes to peasants
in order to reassert the ancient dominion
on the clean slate of tomorrow's beach
Cuz it's a Crucifiction Jam
The dawning of the new imperious age sheds
our snake skins of false idolatry such as were
shown in the chronic myths of scriptural deceptions
see us refute the brain-washed mentality of the
overt power system already half-past corroded
and allow ourselves to reclaim the joyous ecstasy
of purity to recharge its ancient renewable power
for putting forth our lives into vibration
Cuz it's a Crucifiction Jam
Tuning the superstructure of this eroded
empire surrounding so that we might revel
in the foundation of having survived
the persecution of our enemies
the children of god--en espiritus
luciferal ex espiritu daemonia
en esprit du corpse y lux morte
liberado--and on the ninth day
Cuz it's a Crucifiction Jam
Erased a nightmare displaced
by the worrisome tension built
up in the highbrow rise of society's
income inable to face the reflection
in the feeding troughs, glossy moving
waters always depicting the shadow
of a beast behind us looking over for
an instant before moving on away
Cuz it's a Crucifiction Jam
Into the lengthening bands of the day
disappearing into the night of wishes
sown most bravely in the cornrows
of sleep, walking through the forest
and being well aware of this acted
out extended play on creationism
seeding its own fires from the edges
of its spreading mantle, the hem-dress
Of sparks leaving smoke curling in drifting
imprints slowly withered by one set of eyes
(just another manner for which the universe
devises to look at itself) arising in the forest
of the geometric night, a tidal wave called
Domino, his story then must be for all to surf
when most will build their homes upon the collapsing
wave, having mistaken their voyage for the wind
In our sails until they hang their sorrows out to dry
and come to call this breathing when standing in
the midst of home the whole world's reeling on by
its predestined course stopped in the palm
and dropped like a ball on a hot summer night
the bolo about us a balance tied on to tune us in
synchronization with our situation just a plumb
weight dusted to achieve perfect pitch, look:
Into the mirror tar baby and don't untie that rope
rising into the sky from that stake over there
behind and watch out for that guy in the shades
these carnies will go to great lengths to
insure the traveling show must go
on through every neighborhood in
the good green wide wagon wheel of
all that ain't wrong with Incorperatica.
tumors of a violated world, so its said
to thee let justice be delivered in full to
the oppressors of nature and allow us all
to rejoice as the living sheds its lambskins
sloughed off dead from popes to peasants
in order to reassert the ancient dominion
on the clean slate of tomorrow's beach
Cuz it's a Crucifiction Jam
The dawning of the new imperious age sheds
our snake skins of false idolatry such as were
shown in the chronic myths of scriptural deceptions
see us refute the brain-washed mentality of the
overt power system already half-past corroded
and allow ourselves to reclaim the joyous ecstasy
of purity to recharge its ancient renewable power
for putting forth our lives into vibration
Cuz it's a Crucifiction Jam
Tuning the superstructure of this eroded
empire surrounding so that we might revel
in the foundation of having survived
the persecution of our enemies
the children of god--en espiritus
luciferal ex espiritu daemonia
en esprit du corpse y lux morte
liberado--and on the ninth day
Cuz it's a Crucifiction Jam
Erased a nightmare displaced
by the worrisome tension built
up in the highbrow rise of society's
income inable to face the reflection
in the feeding troughs, glossy moving
waters always depicting the shadow
of a beast behind us looking over for
an instant before moving on away
Cuz it's a Crucifiction Jam
Into the lengthening bands of the day
disappearing into the night of wishes
sown most bravely in the cornrows
of sleep, walking through the forest
and being well aware of this acted
out extended play on creationism
seeding its own fires from the edges
of its spreading mantle, the hem-dress
Of sparks leaving smoke curling in drifting
imprints slowly withered by one set of eyes
(just another manner for which the universe
devises to look at itself) arising in the forest
of the geometric night, a tidal wave called
Domino, his story then must be for all to surf
when most will build their homes upon the collapsing
wave, having mistaken their voyage for the wind
In our sails until they hang their sorrows out to dry
and come to call this breathing when standing in
the midst of home the whole world's reeling on by
its predestined course stopped in the palm
and dropped like a ball on a hot summer night
the bolo about us a balance tied on to tune us in
synchronization with our situation just a plumb
weight dusted to achieve perfect pitch, look:
Into the mirror tar baby and don't untie that rope
rising into the sky from that stake over there
behind and watch out for that guy in the shades
these carnies will go to great lengths to
insure the traveling show must go
on through every neighborhood in
the good green wide wagon wheel of
all that ain't wrong with Incorperatica.
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