Inside the pearly gates
of doom beside an ancient
throne
There lie the Holy robes
of God atop a stack of
bone
An echo from the gleaming
sky recalls His final words:

“I am the God of everything…”

And nothing else is heard.

Does anyone know
where sanity goes
when the voices
cry out in the silence?
And all that you knew
has been proven untrue
but the blood and the pain
and the violence.
If there ever was time
to collect what is mine
it’s a long time ago
I am certain.
The reward I desired
was consumed in the fire
when the gods up on high
dropped the curtain.
And don’t ever presume
that your life will resume
when insanity passes with
morning.
For the shadows hold fast
to the present and past
when love disappears
without warning.

He’s found Hell
who's searched
his mind and dared
to see his soul.
And Heaven too
is there as well
for those who pay
the toll.
But few find Heaven
from within and many
rot in Hell.
While fewer still find
anything and no one
lives to tell.

Half moon twilight, shadows fade
Specters rise within the glade
Advancing in a soft parade
Along the hills and colonnade

Ghostly phantoms long forgotten
Wailing souls from Hell begotten
Crying out for Satan’s pity
Forsaken by the Holy see

Where to go and what direction
Darwin’s natural selection
Never saw this sad collection
Death’s pathetic imagery

Floating down among the people
bowed beneath a different steeple
'Perhaps these foreign gods will
save us from eternal misery'

But god’s are all created equal
from the start and thru the sequel
By the same enamored people
living in this desperate land

And so my friend there’s no salvation
from this fear and desperation
The freedom of annihilation
again denied by Heaven’s hand.

When the world seems
too heavy
And my back is breaking
from the load
I look off in the distance
but see no lights upon
the road
Well it all just kind of ended
before I knew it had begun
I'm tired of this darkness
and the shadows on the sun

Life is never easy
and death is always
hard
I look up at the dealer
as he passes me a card
I slip it in my pocket
and I walk out in the yard
The moonlight looks so jaded
and it pays me no regard

Salvation in a bottle
Liberation in a glass
The God who made
the flowers put the
serpent in the grass
I guess the way it
happens is the way
it's supposed to be
Heaven is for certain…

If you never disagree.

Waves snap along
the moonlit shore
as a T-Rex bass line
carries ’The Mambo Sun’
through my soul and out
across the dream crested
Atlantic

Right here

Right now

I am free

Nirvana is made up
of moments such as
these

Congealing reality within
the empty void.
The flame of coexistence
extinguished.
The falcon long gone.
We’re left to gaze at
an empty, brooding sky.
Ah Billy, you understood
so long ago.
You tried to tell us but we were
too absorbed in our own delusions
to understand.
Your’ “rough beast” is at the gates
of the Holy city and there
is nowhere left to hide.

The way to bliss is a line
chiseled through the abyss
of time leaving sublime
characters to stumble
through the twilight of
autumn’s unadorned
years.
Fear and apprehension
wreak havoc on time’s
sublime reclamations
Geseme‘s tranquil breeze
failed to ease the suffering
of the Christ while his
cross is behind the loss
of humanities ability to
coexist.

Perhaps atonement will
come with the sunrise.

We're watching
and we’re waiting
and we’re loving
and we’re hating
as the ***** of
greed is slowly
passing by.
Every thief and
every banker lifts
a frosty mug to
thank her while
the widow wipes
the tear beneath
her eye.
And the politician
smiles as the cash
is stacked in piles
while the price of
crude is soaring
to the sky.
And the folks who
rule the planet take
the whole ****
thing for granite
plucking fiddles
while the children
slowly die

The movie ends and
the credits roll and the
droll lights blind our eyes
to the reality of
existence.
The distance between
now and eternity is 300
unadorned seconds.
Bliss or imagination,
can anyone really know
for sure where the pure
spirit lies in the moments
after death when breath
and heart and thought
cease forever, falling
into the clever trappings
of eternal silence?
Even as we ultimately
expire, will we know?
Our minds true essence
is lost without regard
to the realm of fantastic
illusion and the delusional
ranting going on around
us.
Where does the truth lie?

If perdition indeed
holds a place for
faces such as mine,
the lines of which
are the essence of
a depressing viewpoint,
then I openly welcome
my fate.
Lucifer, set my plate
somewhere between
Dickinson and Twain
so I may learn from
their sardonic wit
just what it means
to be human
and what it means
to love and to feel
and to reel against
it all and to fall
and to rise again
over and over till
the end of time in
the sublime ecstasy
of the soul's droll
brilliance.

A good man died today
Buildings did not close
Flags were not flown at
half mast
School children  
attended classes
and life went on
as it did yesterday
and will again
tomorrow.

But he was my friend
and people should know

A good man died today

I see the end of the world
in the blink of her eye
And all the colors you
can think of just appeared
in the sky
And a guy who looks an
awful lot like Jesus walks
by

But nobody cares

All the people in the city
are to busy to feel
Running 90 MPH
just like rats on a wheel
Stuck in cages made of
concrete, iron, plastic
and steel

But nobody cares

The delusion of the moment
has them preoccupied
Whether Brittney or Nicole
will be along for the ride
And the sky begins to darken
and there's nowhere to hide

But nobody cares

Then out of nowhere
comes a shattering boom
A cloud of crimson colored ash
has passed in front of the moon
Six billion people disappearing
in the darkening gloom

And nobody cares...

Leaving behind the shadow
of rationalization’s unfulfilled
promise to enter the world
of eternities chaotic
illumination
Nothing eternal is stagnant
and nothing vibrant truly
dies.
Flies gather on the corpses
of unrealized potential
while inertia winds ever
faster into oblivion’s
indifferent lair.

Live
Exist
Be

There is nothing else...

Encroaching madness
approaches from unexpected
corners of oblivion’s indifferent
layer.
Lost souls wander aimlessly
through tomorrow’s aborted
twilight ignorant of realities
cataclysmic inclination.
This is our truth, our way,
our direction.
Darwin’s natural selection
dooms us all to Valhalla’s
halls crowded with calamities
mediocre sons and tyranny’s
unadorned daughters.
The water of truth must find
its own level while the mud of
deception remains firm beneath
our jaded feet

Beyond what is known
The ultimate creator
The ultimate self
Beyond the concept of time
The timeless spirit is found

Moon on the horizon.
Soft breeze rattles the
brambles out by the
old barn.
The cat enters, looks
about and begins to
speak.

“Fears take flight after years
of drinking the tears away
while the days responsibilities
are laughable in the light of
satori's brilliant realization.
Silly, silly man, thinking reality
something to achieve, a destination
to discover, a journey to undertake.
Listen and I will tell you what little
I have learned burning away my
short time on this horizon of
understanding.
All that is transitory is a metaphor
for the eternal and all that is eternal
is a metaphor for the self.
The self is the collective consciousness
we all share and what we share is our
experience of being.
Being is nothing but an illusion created
in the mind of God while God is simply
a metaphor for eternity in the mind of
man.
Now pour me some kibble for I know
many things, but do not possess opposable
thumbs”.

I woke with a start, cursing the spinning
room and swearing never to mix Jameson
and Absolute again.
The cat finished her kibble and crapped
in the litter box.

Everybody is different
and everybody’s the same
And everyone is a player
in this crazy little game
But the game it has no winners
and we’re lucky if we survive
The saints, the fools and the sinners
No one gets out alive

Don’t be sad when it’s all over
and the game is put away
Shake hands with all your rivals
and be happy that you played
It’s time for other children
to step up and roll the dice
Take a chance along the Boardwalk
walk away or pay the price

And you sit alone in the darkness
when the game of life is through
And you look up to the heavens
because there’s nothing left to do
And you think about the ending
as you slowly drift away
And you can not help but smile
because you got the chance to
play

It’s twenty odd years
since irrational fears
drove away all your
hopes and desires
Now all that remains
is a shell and a frame
of a man that I once
so admired
The light in your eyes
was as bright as the sky
on a cold sunny day
in December
Now the fire is gone
and the light passes on
leaving only the glow
of the embers.

In the
chasm
between
two thoughts
lies the garden
of bliss.
Easily found
but not easily
entered...

We’ve ******
into the abyss
of life leaving
chaos and strife
in our wake
for the sake
of the almighty
buck.
We’ve ******
societies dogs;
Rabid *******
howling madly
through Autumn’s
aborted twilight,
their plight abandoned
by the clergy and
the evening news.

Somewhere between
no place special and
nowhere fast the last
of mankind’s honor
lies bleeding and
alone.
The receding tide
of ignorance carries
a crimson warning
that I fear will be
unheeded by future
generations of neocons
bowing before greed’s
unholy altar.
Arise and cast away
your golden calf
for in death the
breath of eternity
pays no heed to
souls blinded by
prosperity's lies
but in eyes alive
with compassion,
longing for a better
world

Shadows fall across the moon
I fear the end is coming soon
For I had things I hoped to do
As I am sure that you did too
But maybe in another time
that isn’t just a pantomime
Laughter and the children's
song will show us all where
we belong.

The Lord was my shepherd;
But not anymore.
He maketh me to lie down
in green pastures with the
weak minded beasts of the
field.
He dooms my soul to eternal
slavery.
He leadeth me beside waters
of condemnation.
Yea though I walk through
the valley of the shadow of death,
I will fear no evil: for it was thou
who brought me here.
Thy rod and thy staff wait eagerly
to punish my heresy.
Thou preparest a table before me
in the presence of mine enemies:
Enemies I did not have before
joining thy flock.
Goodness and mercy should be gifts
unbidden.
I have seen the hallowed gates
of thine house oh Lord yet prefer
the stables.

I find there is more humanity there…

Spinning ever faster into oblivion,
the servant cannot hear the Master’s
voice
All the world burns with the greed
of the new divinity
The preoccupied masses kneel before
the glow of the sacred blue screen as
the last lights of humanity flicker
and vanish into the abyss

Oh man, what has thy vanity brought?