On the front steps of my mighty mouth.
And with the opening of my Ancient Smile.
Armored in Forever LOVE.
I give to all creation.
To humanity's cause.
The comforting smile of the ages.
Now adorning this moment's keep.
The Cosmic Smile mirrored in the return
of this Cosmic Version of Me.

Copyrighted (c) 2015

How do I have the bliss like before?
Do we really actually have a choice?
Can you at least answer my voice?
I just want the chance to reopen my door
So that I alone, with only myself to blame
Can at least change the way I live and play
With a choice that's free, like it was before the birth of me.

I hope you remember that it wasn't me that ate that fruit
I'm not the one to blame, it was snake that started this game
When the door was slammed closed, we were all suddenly transformed
We didn't even have a say.
Heaven only knows how good it used to feel
Living a life with no jealously, no greed and without wearing clothes
Not like the vision we now see in this world, in your face and on the TV

But if you were so really kind
You would give me a break and restore mankind
Your concept could work, hand in hand
We would all try harder to stay in your game
Humans would make a statement, while the past is being restored
Come put my mind back, to the year 1964
Because I will for sure, open the right door.

We're all in life's long race,
Pondering on a distant place,
Where we are spiritual beings,
Our souls free beyond dreaming,
No, we can't take stuff beyond,
Immaterial thoughts to wonder on,
Do you believe in the afterlife?
Why wait for peace, no strife?
If we all had a Peace day today,
The world could unite this way,
A distant place, how far away?

A bloodline sharpened and honed by years of misfortune,
Until it comes to a fine and refined point like the tip of my jawbone blade.
I am the prophet.
The future seer from a family destined to muddy the waters.
I stare into the eyes of the abyss until its gaze falls into my trap
And my third eye opens
Revealing what will be in visions from days yet to come.

The tárogató yells
About the Spiritus Sanctus
While I conduct
Electric orchestra
In more ways than one

Noxious fumes
Piles of elastic dolls
The forge beckons
The crisis averted
God bless America

The working man
He's down on his luck
He kills his boss
Then waits in his blood
For the police with a smile

The wooden flute
The samurai's hat
The question of allegience
The barbed wire fences
God bless America

The muezzin talks
To the director
Looking for the paper
The Luzerne Zeitung
That is what he cried

Will I live to see daylight?
Will I choke on a cloth,
Doused in gasoline
With the rabbit skinner?
God bless America

Purple
Yellow
Indigo
Green
Lime
Curmudgeon
Ocher
Bordeau­x
Magenta
Pink

Does the Creator ever question the existence of her own self, or does she sit upon her clouds, oblivious to our plight, performing the greatest of rituals with no effect and appointing herself God of This, God of That, God of Whatever-Comes-To-Mind, naming herself after whatever we want her to be, believing in simply just letting us believe, calculating until our inevitable doom makes her simply useless and lonesome? Would her angels then weep for humanity? Are there angels? Who are you?

Allah?
Krishnu?
Tezcatlipoca?
Zeus?

Inferno is unleashed on the ******* sagging from my chin
The pain burns, but worse is the humiliation
Even worse is the taste
But I endure it, for I must see the yellow brick road once more

The chest grows
The hair grows
The voice grows higher
She stands tall
In her filth
In her rotting lamb's skin
In the armchair
Where bliss once caught her

And a generation dies under the commanding voice of Whoever-The-****
Why would his name matter when all you'll remember is the count of millions?

God bless America
God bless America
God bless America
God bless America
God bless America
God bless America

Can you dig your own grave, America?
My arms are tired.

When you truly love..
You love elusively..
You love with no bound..
You love without rules..
You love freely & unconditionally..
You love against everything..
You love your beloved in their light, in their strength..
You love them in darkness, in their fragility..
You fight for their light..
You protect their soul..
Their happiness becomes your happiness..
You love them in wholeness..
You love their very existence..
You love to their last breath..
You love them beyond time..
To truly love, you open your heart..
They possess your most vital *****..
To break, to do as they please..
To truly love..
You love with your life..
You love in purity..
You love with the wholeness in you..
You love in holiness..
You love in transcendence.
You become at distance from everything..
You feel a separation from the world..
You watch it from your own window view..
It is so beautiful..it is so simple..
You love in mourning..you love in death..
You become in this internal state of bleeding..
You feel it seeping through your chest..
With your life in your lungs..
The weight of the world inside you..
A magnitude in your small mass..
You feel every thousand deaths..
Your greatest grief..
Your greatest silence..
You speak less, you smile less..
You listen more..you see more..
You are humbled..
To truly love you feel an excruciating curse..
To truly love, you see God’s gift..
To truly love..
You love from the depths of your soul..
You love in eternal light..
You love in Devine..you love elusively..