The simplicity of complex
The pattern of disorder
As the thin line between love and hate
Between reality and dream
Are vulnerable, corruptible
The free will is a dream
The absence of submission is a dream
A dream of spontaneity of a rational mind
Conformity seen as a synonym of happiness
Nonconformity seen as a synonym of craziness
These paradoxes of synonyms and antonyms,
Of simplicity and complexity,
Of dream and reality,
Makes life seem to be already written,
As if reality were just a story
With all this characters not living, but acting
According to rules implanted.
WE LIVE IN A CAGE WHERE DREAM IS THE ONLY ESCAPE.
The advertising of sensationalism
Or might I say:
A distraction of the cage,
A seduction for conformity,
A beam of war and poverty to keep us blind,
Drunken of sorrows of others
And to thank the Lord for what we have.
These are some of the bars of the cage
Bars to be broken with science and art and knowledge
Or as some may say: with craziness.
can you still hear the storm?
pounding on cerulean fences
below great masses
countless precisions walk amongst our casualties
gathering raw waves of incantation
concerning the frail mind
push yourself to the surface of time
nearer and closer
catch a glimpse
your wide-eyed soul rectified
may I be the one wholly blessed with augury?
others, unclear to foresee
consumed by ferocious federal mongrels
there is a gurgling man
in the pits of infinity
and swaying silently
waiting for us
fighting off the devil
the entity ensues
Eyes wide smiling
never stop smiling
pale skin smiling
white teeth paper c u t s
Lost…..e y e s
Time is but an itch
The smiling stops
baffles today’s texters
--Orange peel breath
Despite lethargic lips…
Your memory is merely paper;
he’s good with origami.
beware o’ the winter m o n t h s
For he is—
Rigor mortis is afraid of smiling.
An acid trip for the paranoid schizophrenic conspiracy moon landing grassy knoll 9/11 was an inside job the right/left control the media Dan Brown’s works have merit skull & bones society they put cancer in our foods men in black crypto zoologist buffs…
His smile; smiles.
Dresses like a pine-tree pimp … … S m i l i n g, smiling….
you can’t be excused from the table of blind injustice.
Sit back down.
But not to finish your mead
nor to continuing pickin’ meat from off the bones
lying dead on the plates of the poverty-stricken.
(Package what’s left someone will buy it—
anything to make a buck).
YOU and your lucky lass of liberty America
need to get your head out of your past
it’s no longer then
what’s past is behind you
like your ass.
It’s all very important but you need to live
in the here and now.
STOP cookin’ the books lusty Capitalism.
Allen gave you two dollars and twentyseven cents
January 17, 1956
and you took it and weren’t satisfied?
With Washington’s inflation, I’m not sure I could pay
you anymore today on January 31, 2012.
WAIT can you imagine if there were bones
in the food they inject with laxatives
and feed to the college scholars?
I can’t either and that’s why it’s not done.
Things aren’t done that way. Straight
transactions don’t profit enough capital
for that material man.
REMEMBER when you invaded Russia
Or how many governments
your fair verdant harbor queen fucked?
LOVE, animosity, fear and loathing, but respect?
I have all for your children the States. O America
I just want to understand and be your friend and help.
I think he’s wrong for you
there has to be someone else who would do.
Inspired by Allen Ginsberg's America and my uneasy feelings of capitalism's motives
Those who think they hold us to heel
When they bask in the light of our hallucination
Think control will keep at bay what’s real
By manipulating parties, media and nation.
But illusion has captured them as well.
Decades passed and truth repressed
Leave them under the deceiving spell
Of fleeting power with no regress
We know that truth has no party here
Where success finds only the greedy few
Perpetuating facades and grinding gears
Which cause such pain and crush the new
But the power lies in the peoples’ hands
Which build the pedestals from which greed falls
And demand control throughout the lands
In hopes their pride will conquer all
In our hopeless desire for personal glory
We ignore the love we owe each other
And leave the selfish to write our story
Forgetting each man is our brother
This freedom that we feel together
Manifests itself between us now
If we heed its virtuous call to weather
The trials our fate can’t disavow:
Cast off illusion from your mind!
Cast off your party: left and right
More powerful than a memory’s bind
Is present freedom’s eternal light
Destiny makes this our cause
Against loves’ division by selfish hate
So we can walk as one: free of laws
And live together without the state
It's not right vs left, capitalism vs anti-capitalism. It's love vs hate, freedom vs slavery. I love you all. Even if you're a nazi-communist.
Keep this thought in mind
I don't wanna feed
Into evil games
Coping with the tragic
We don't matter
Stupid suit man
See right through you
So don't think
For a second
You've got the best of me
Cause it doesn't sound right
Block art spray paint, of the bluest skies
Chalk murals on sidewalks, of the Nazca lines
Tattooed the word: "HERO" on his knuckles
The messages unsung in the daytime hustle
At night he acts out against the city's walls
Permanency of a marker's wisdom when it rains, for the bathroom stalls
Calling card full of nonsense knowledge, in the peoples' almost empty wallets
Watches the world fall apart when they realize their government is fraudulent
Knew all along, but the warnings had gone unsung
Because no one could comprehend the things this hero had done
Soot covers the buildings where the blue once shown... in vain
Chalk puddles' colors stream into gutters... drained