With Lace to Kiss My Throat

Love it is for unlucky folk
Who dream of living with hearts unbroken
Love is for the lucky few
Who cannot stay down for long!
Once I too was young and true
Innocent like a very short song
And then I fell and yet loved again
We are all unlucky and lucky
We are all once young
And then old and comforted
And uncomforted by the memories
Of love and what wasn’t quite love
Yet I lie light upon my lap
And breathe a sigh for my worn heart
That the heart keeps loving
As the lungs keep breathing
That is all, the ends are all
Inhaling love and exhaling breath
Love is for those blessed years
When time raced in breezy afternoons!

Prayers from the Galactic Center

My lord takes his delight in stars
In the middle regions of the sky
In blessed spirits that mirror light
Radiant with the music of the night

My Queen takes her movement
From the waves, from the rain
Her wondrous effulgence
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In each of her beloved thoughts
It pours and pours and never ceases
She is nature without judgment
Cycles without wait, nectars of belonging

Vaster than global consciousness
On that shore that is not a city
My lord and my Queen reside in thee
With pure white of white, delight and fire.

Having Crossed Many Rivers

Having crossed the river
Of future to ancient past
Where will you go, O friend?

The world is what it is
There’s no road to tread
But contemporary lives

Life has neither a beginning or an end
To an individual
In a moment there is no time

We only invented ‘time’
To speak of the sky, the river, the boatman
But the truth is we are

The water, will always be the water
In the same ocean
You search for yourself in the world

In vain, having forgotten how to swim
Like an angel, how to surrender like a star-fish.

The End of Liberty

I’ve loaded the devil into the Matrix
Waiting to sacrifice the patriots
To profit a few for National defense
A country no longer led by the people, for the people
I am Satan, the ruling elite
A steering committee of Bilderberg-esque influence
Ready to slaughter for Totalitarian control

I’ve stolen wealth from the poor
And hid it in golden bars
The fake quantum internet is ready for deployment
My hoax is an engineered “Obama-effect”
The Left and Right do not exist

I have CNN and Fox in my pockets
Snowden is an actor, everything is staged
I am Plutocracy, with satellites and drones
I am fear who flocks to war against terrorism

I create myths to brainwash a new generation
To serve my interests, I’ve downloaded the software
Of biometrics, I’ve tagged you all
I monitor your virtual movement, your thoughts
To comply to a system, a new world order
I’ve loaded the devil into the Matrix
It won’t be long now, it’s a conspiracy that you have free-will.

Brave American Planned Holocaust

The night the world was going to end
American news portrayed fake terrorists
A propaganda machine to delude
The light of one candle, one corrupt

Dream; the puppet-masters colluded
With undisclosed profit from War
To orchestrate an End-times to reset the rat-race
We put on high boots to be ready

We stocked our basements with supplies
Because we wanted to survive
The night the world was going to end
American agencies had fractal algorithms

To control and manipulate the hearts of men
The betrayers of the New World Order
Arthur C. Clarke wasn’t too far off
The conspiracy theorists speculated for years

On the hierarchy of the warped economics
America was the heart of darkness
The origin of the greatest pangs of capitalism
The playground’s edge of World War III

In the modern day Game of Thrones
Our whole families slept when it all began
The bankers had plans to be followed
The revolutionary protestors were too late

The New World order would rise
After the great fall, some cataclysm
On the eve of anarchy, some treachery
Of false Presidents, false worship of money.

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