Renounce the worse,
Rejoice in the better.
Become Awake.
Accept your miserable self,
Than you'd be happy.
Become Human,
brittle fingers crawl.
Reclaim divinity!

Dream of life,
A shell of a man,
Walk the world,
A zombie.

Frightened as a cyclopes,
With two eyes,
Making a statement,
For all mankind.

God's little creatures,
Drinking the forest,
Through their feet,
And olde cartoons.

The sands of time,
From the hourglass,
Drain through the,
Hands of the chieftain.

Demons in the fog,
Their smiles luminating,
And made of corpses.

With no where to run,
And no where to hide,
Many people can't explain,
The knife in their hand.

Drained from their lifeless,
And made to dance,
With no sense of,
Remorse towards it.

Nobody tells you how,
Nobody tells you why,
In the wind,
Fish swim in magma,
And frogs have sequence.

They laugh at the chaos,
Hope for the return,
Of their master,
The drained man.

With no emotion,
After a date with,
His drained life.

Coming out of the sleepy terrarium auditorium,
Whispering consciousness of rotten handfuls,
Then a great stranger, obelisk tall and stretching,
His hand and giving me a clue of what to do next,
A searing and scathing, loose triumphant look,
I almost tried to shield my eyes from its beauty,
Sound spilling out of the speakers in cacophony,
Climaxing and exhaling like a tired holy shaman,
Tranquil and pondering existence,
Wondering and re-examining what was the real reason,
Somehow it all seemed to melt away and each chattering,
Capsized example fell on the ears of catalysts,
Somehow the morning light had seamed through the curtain,
Training the new apprentices of next abreast,
Sitting in the waiting room panting and wailing,
When will it be their turn,
To change the minds of America,
While setting fire to the office building next door,
One of the commanders of chaos sat back in an easy chair smiling,
Further melting away layers I saw the,
Saints,
       And,
              Devils.

Discarded heavenly ash that rains down,
Torched atoms from an immense body,
Collecting delicately on powdered reflecting floors,
Which catch radiant and brilliant aftermaths,
The chaos creating by destruction but never really changing,
Just flickering in the light as they grow weightless,
Everything silent nonsense now,
With pristine nothingness,
Brilliant colors dipping and moving with blatant blankness,
Such energy resides in the smallest speck,
Suspended in a ribbon of reality,
Nourished with tidbits of truth,
Until the intense instant of breaking off,
Particles erupting, igniting, into brightness.

There is this fly in my house right now,
Daring flights of fancy   brave aerial acrobatics,
As if sent from reincarnation of a past pest,
Someone who turned into a fly,
And accosting me in my bed-sheeted existence,
The dreary light of early day pouring in the room,
Late night pondering turning to late afternoon,
Awakening, to what?
To the fly that made me lose my pen,
To the simple, all powerful,
The fly laughed, rubbing his hands on the door frame,
  mocking me,
  making me lose my place,
  on the depths of the reality,
  Flying across my mind,
I tried to smash the ******* with my volumes,
Barbarous and cruel dives of absolute madness,
Obnoxious in the face hand waves,
dive bombs on the room,
slow enough to see, quick enough to flee,
     "You only live one day, and this is how you spend it?"

It's the conspiracy to conspire,
Think of how the fist or flies feel,
The most enticing truth,
Astonishingly mouthwatering,
Turns out smoke and mirror,
You see, because behind the window paned,
skeleton of steel and wire,
Underneath there is commerce,
In the webbing of marrow, worldwide underhandedness,
Something is always being sold,
What better way to take power away,
Then having scheduled rebellions,
The greatest put on,
Our system only works under thumbs,
from the backdrop works the crippled puppeteer,
behind his blank, vagrant, expressionless lenses,
Behind the grey skin and swilled organs,
Attached to the oil drum veins,
Beats the very same heart of Moloch!

Levitating angel,
Won't you sit by me,
So I can hear the purr,
Of your breath,
The seldom and wonderful,
Times you are with me,
The sultry storm that shines,
Inside of the ***** diamond,
So ample and rich and round,
Please bare, always bare,
What you want out of life,
Brevity and traded dreams,
Lose yourself with me,
I want to hear it,
I'd love to be there.