Mind Matter Sprouts Substance

 Every thought I have fostered has been germinating through centuries of forgotten peoples populating the earth's freak show to create a circus within the present. A precarious juggling act, Atlas shrugged, and what is dropped today shall be picked up for tomorrow's primordial soup. The future sparkles within the rays of earth's sunshine, spitting up glass mirrors, windows to jump through....

I LEAP IN THE DARK

Toward eyes so bright

 Beacons in the dark

Like a fly circling shit

I am drawn to light

Drawn to my negative

Glowing silver in the dark

My tongue is coming in

And my voice a foreign sound

Taste buds blooming inside

A rotting cavern of decomposing words

Mouth of shit 

Stench so strong it tears down walls

Revealing food for thought

Sweet, sweet energy divine 

Let me be so lucky 

As to lick your skin

Realizing your sticky-sweet

Sugar soaked skin

Tastes of salt and vinegar

Stinging my tongue like acid

I retreat in search of alkaline

To sustain my blood

Blood red as wine

Flesh of my flesh

Why dost thou betray me

Bitting the apple - not the first sin 

But lusting for the scarlet gem 

Hung upon the tree of life

Smelling the fruit pulled from limbs

Ripe and ready to burst

You thirst

And with the bite of life comes the prick of death

Mourning the son while birthing the moon

 Crying lakes of fiery tears 

Spitting flame and bleeding poison out your veins

Placing band-aids on wounds in need of stitches

Your pipes so rusted they bleed gold

Diamonds are rocks that blind from rainbow-rays

And now all that is seen is black

A coal mine covered in soot

Blood diamonds exchanged for caged birds that sing

A world coated in darkness, how, you ask,

Were you to know to run when everyone was 

Stuck in hot tar sidewalks 

Asphalt and plastic

Concrete and glass

Metal machine monsters

Without home

Desolate disturbed despair 

I can not sleep among the wreckage of Atlantis

A lost city of forgotten dreams

Sparkling within the crystal globe

Of glittering guts and glory

Glory hallelujah!

The Saints are marching in

Machine gun marching in

Father Son and Holy Ghost

Gunning them down

Women and children

Gunning them down

WOMEN AND CHILDREN

While they blow bubbles 

And bake bread, burping

Their babies until they turn blue

Mouse on house let all the rats in

Until the city was over-run with vermin

And I am sick

I am sick

Dope sick

Breathing combustible carbon

You like to equate with power

Throwing up neon lights

In patterns of blue yellow green purple and red

And orange

Code orange, to liberate hate,

Throwing up orange out my eyes ears nose

Mouth fingers and toes

Till it soaks my heart and filters through

My mind toward the unknown dimension

Of time eternal

Infinite jest

I will never know the jokers face for he is 

Forever changing

Peeling off masks to reveal

A mirrored reflection of myself

Don't Look Back

Heaven and hell on earth

The Saints are marching in!

Into the sparkle of glittering eyes 

Darkness and light

Cockroaches trailing through shit to pave the way

A field of orange blossoms left behind

Heaven or hell on earth

You decide....