The old man's dreams~ live in the baby's eyes
~Back this time to try to get it right
Playin this game called life
The wise all say "you gotta live in the now"
Plant seeds, use your plow
Buddha's smile,
Practice the Tao,
Make Zen your friend
Still tryin' to figure out how-
All religions think they are the "chosen few"
What the hell are the rest of us to do????
Religions,
like garments-
keep us warm on
cold nights,
But they fall away
When we become Light..
Rich folks reign supreme,
Tightening the poor man's chains
Souls stay enslaved
In the power play
Whispering words~
that never get heard~
anyway
But who wants to race with rats?
when we can dance with angels...
Cause glimmer and gold~
don't matter to an Old Soul-
We become the beauty we behold.
The "seers" gotta say what they mean
Nothin' gonna get in the way--
Dreamin in 3D
Creating an alternate reality
Shedding the baggage
That's held us down for lifetimes now,
Leaving a mark
On the walls of creation
Running, screaming, throwing sparks,
Reminding the ones who are stuck-
Of that destination...
Putting the puzzle together one piece at a time.
October 9, 2010
April 10, 2010
Tuning In to the Right Channel
Our bodies are like radios(receivers) that pick up and transmit messages, but the origin of the message is from other realms.
There is a constant stream of info flowing into us at all times- it is a matter of "clicking" on the "computer screen" to see which ones we will view.
We are starting up different "stations" as human beings where we are creating light in different areas, little sub "channels" where we use the divine "frequency" to speed up this process. To walk in the light, we must free ourselves of everything we have on this earth-- It is a gradual process for most.
There are light beings-- strategically placed in areas of great energy flow and consciousness that are being "tapped" on the "shoulder" so to speak, that are carrying on this work. The predetermined locales will act as "substations", for channeled information-- connected by specific PLACEMENT of beings "tuned" in to that frequency. These beings will be connected through their psychic and collective consciousness and will within their bodies, and through their opened Pineal, which will act as a receiver for the information necessary to carry on this great "work".
As the density and frequency of the planet shifts, the use of technology for communication will not only be obsolete, but it will in fact be impossible. It will be necessary to communicate psychically with each other, and to tune in and connect with this source. We will be given the instructions as to how to do this and will have everything we need available to assist others who have not awakened in this awareness who are on the verge of this discovery. It is for those who "know" to instruct and assist those who are on the "tipping point" and to aid in the true understanding of "self".
This will come in many different layers, as the earth shifts- these energy centers will act as portals for mass information.
There is a constant stream of info flowing into us at all times- it is a matter of "clicking" on the "computer screen" to see which ones we will view.
We are starting up different "stations" as human beings where we are creating light in different areas, little sub "channels" where we use the divine "frequency" to speed up this process. To walk in the light, we must free ourselves of everything we have on this earth-- It is a gradual process for most.
There are light beings-- strategically placed in areas of great energy flow and consciousness that are being "tapped" on the "shoulder" so to speak, that are carrying on this work. The predetermined locales will act as "substations", for channeled information-- connected by specific PLACEMENT of beings "tuned" in to that frequency. These beings will be connected through their psychic and collective consciousness and will within their bodies, and through their opened Pineal, which will act as a receiver for the information necessary to carry on this great "work".
As the density and frequency of the planet shifts, the use of technology for communication will not only be obsolete, but it will in fact be impossible. It will be necessary to communicate psychically with each other, and to tune in and connect with this source. We will be given the instructions as to how to do this and will have everything we need available to assist others who have not awakened in this awareness who are on the verge of this discovery. It is for those who "know" to instruct and assist those who are on the "tipping point" and to aid in the true understanding of "self".
This will come in many different layers, as the earth shifts- these energy centers will act as portals for mass information.
March 23, 2010
consequences
containers
of remainders
of truth-
the mouth
the spout
to bring forward
the product
of trial and error,
where the banging around
of collective decisions
consequences
filters into the mainstream
consciousness
slowly trickling
from the lips
of the human spirit
in the interaction
between
force and matter,
despite the chatter
that seems to clutter
the flow
of a force so pure
that will endure
the debris,
the chunks in the teeth
of society
that keep the free
from speaking eloquently,
the words of truth manifested
becomming arrested
so slowly infested
with bacteria that grows
like mold
nourished by the hole in our soul
clogging the flow
of the miraculous truth
that eminates
from the root
of the deepest
part of our being
of remainders
of truth-
the mouth
the spout
to bring forward
the product
of trial and error,
where the banging around
of collective decisions
consequences
filters into the mainstream
consciousness
slowly trickling
from the lips
of the human spirit
in the interaction
between
force and matter,
despite the chatter
that seems to clutter
the flow
of a force so pure
that will endure
the debris,
the chunks in the teeth
of society
that keep the free
from speaking eloquently,
the words of truth manifested
becomming arrested
so slowly infested
with bacteria that grows
like mold
nourished by the hole in our soul
clogging the flow
of the miraculous truth
that eminates
from the root
of the deepest
part of our being
higher ground
what is the meaning of chance encounters
being left in the heart of a city
so worndown
can i find the truth i seek
in a place so bleak?
left the front line
staying behind
to mend my mind
on those bridges between
realities
i'm speechless as
my mind seeks higher ground...
what would it take to be on my way,
i stand in line for my ration of truth
well worth the time it takes
to make it straight,
taking on my fate
with a consciousness
that allows me to slip and fall
on my way through it all,
reaching a point that seems like a wall.
pretty soon these hurdles will seem like nothing
as i regard them
as fun way to get in shape
for the glorious time that is drawing near..
being left in the heart of a city
so worndown
can i find the truth i seek
in a place so bleak?
left the front line
staying behind
to mend my mind
on those bridges between
realities
i'm speechless as
my mind seeks higher ground...
what would it take to be on my way,
i stand in line for my ration of truth
well worth the time it takes
to make it straight,
taking on my fate
with a consciousness
that allows me to slip and fall
on my way through it all,
reaching a point that seems like a wall.
pretty soon these hurdles will seem like nothing
as i regard them
as fun way to get in shape
for the glorious time that is drawing near..
bird call
like a bird
i perch
waiting..
for the wind
to send
along the path
my way,
the thoughts for the day...
if i don't like what i hear
so near
to my heart
i start
to move my wings
and go the other way...
i perch
waiting..
for the wind
to send
along the path
my way,
the thoughts for the day...
if i don't like what i hear
so near
to my heart
i start
to move my wings
and go the other way...
a time to be still
It's time to sit back, relax-
let god flow into my eyes
though i'd like to be with the tribe
now's not the time to be on front lines-
from time to time
withdraw to redirect,
reconnect
with the eventual plan
of the direction of man-
Time to find the strength--
to speak, to seek,
to defeat
the blocks in the road,
the piles of gold
let a higher power take hold-
for now i fold....
waiting for the hand
that guides my life,
when the moments right,
when it's time for flight
i just might
get carried away again...
in the wind---
let god flow into my eyes
though i'd like to be with the tribe
now's not the time to be on front lines-
from time to time
withdraw to redirect,
reconnect
with the eventual plan
of the direction of man-
Time to find the strength--
to speak, to seek,
to defeat
the blocks in the road,
the piles of gold
let a higher power take hold-
for now i fold....
waiting for the hand
that guides my life,
when the moments right,
when it's time for flight
i just might
get carried away again...
in the wind---
redefining humanity
redefining what it means to be human
to be alive
to be god
to create in such a way
an infinite landscape
on which to play...
keeping the beat
while creating your own
keeping track of the distance you've flown
periods of flight,
followed by soft landing-
refueling long enough to gain understanding...
rejecting the longheld limitations of fear
masked in various traditions
projecting into higher realms,
becomming your own vibration
healing myself
while healing the nation.
Being able to withstand criticism
from confused critics
being compassionate
to anal hypocrits,
not taking on other people's shit....
Being true to myself regardless
of the consequence.
to be alive
to be god
to create in such a way
an infinite landscape
on which to play...
keeping the beat
while creating your own
keeping track of the distance you've flown
periods of flight,
followed by soft landing-
refueling long enough to gain understanding...
rejecting the longheld limitations of fear
masked in various traditions
projecting into higher realms,
becomming your own vibration
healing myself
while healing the nation.
Being able to withstand criticism
from confused critics
being compassionate
to anal hypocrits,
not taking on other people's shit....
Being true to myself regardless
of the consequence.
calling all children
faces
wearing traces
of other places
phases of the movement
of a conscious life force evolving-
on the stage
we create
our fate--
life locked inside the flesh of a million bodies
seeking only to reunite
and take flight
turn into light...
but we got into a plight,
that's right-
it's a fight
we gotta get the will to overcome
these adversities,
pray for Jah
to call
his children home to thee...
callin all children,
it is time
it is time
world war III
don't you see?
fight for life to overcome
pray for jah
to bring his children home...
wearing traces
of other places
phases of the movement
of a conscious life force evolving-
on the stage
we create
our fate--
life locked inside the flesh of a million bodies
seeking only to reunite
and take flight
turn into light...
but we got into a plight,
that's right-
it's a fight
we gotta get the will to overcome
these adversities,
pray for Jah
to call
his children home to thee...
callin all children,
it is time
it is time
world war III
don't you see?
fight for life to overcome
pray for jah
to bring his children home...
disodence
purely intentional
withdrawl from conventional
rain torential
to be free from the physical
left with individual
to go back to the potential
of highest credential
of the power of one.
consider coincidence
nonexistant
nothing by accident
only by consequence
of any disodence
of the earth's inhabitants
between their highest consciousness--
and their earthly one....
withdrawl from conventional
rain torential
to be free from the physical
left with individual
to go back to the potential
of highest credential
of the power of one.
consider coincidence
nonexistant
nothing by accident
only by consequence
of any disodence
of the earth's inhabitants
between their highest consciousness--
and their earthly one....
Final Destiny
to work, was not the only purpose of decent upon earth,
for birth
is worth incubation time
leaving love behind
look to find...
the wheel brings you back to that line
again
casting off sin
bringing back the realm
like a film
life flashing across a screen
where all is seen
laws of love
eradicate
any preconception about fate
equate, relate
the tendencies that separate love from hate.
The only notion,
worth bringing home to the ocean
is the highest devotion
to the truth that sets us all free
from our mundane reality.
It is only for those to see
who can let go of the concept of "me"
And what it takes to bang out that illusion
from the mind
that keeps us walking blind
is a little dose of soul spanking,
body flanking
walking the plank
when the ship is sinking,
to see that the final destiny--
is to swim in the sea....
mk--2004
for birth
is worth incubation time
leaving love behind
look to find...
the wheel brings you back to that line
again
casting off sin
bringing back the realm
like a film
life flashing across a screen
where all is seen
laws of love
eradicate
any preconception about fate
equate, relate
the tendencies that separate love from hate.
The only notion,
worth bringing home to the ocean
is the highest devotion
to the truth that sets us all free
from our mundane reality.
It is only for those to see
who can let go of the concept of "me"
And what it takes to bang out that illusion
from the mind
that keeps us walking blind
is a little dose of soul spanking,
body flanking
walking the plank
when the ship is sinking,
to see that the final destiny--
is to swim in the sea....
mk--2004
March 22, 2010
more rainbow songs
by the rivers of babylon,
where we lay down,
and there we wept....
when we remembered zion
and when the wicked
carried us away in captivity,
and required from us a song-
how can we sing out Jah song
in a strange land??
so let the words
of our mouths
and the meditations
of our heart,
be acceptable in Jah sight
over I....
repeated
where we lay down,
and there we wept....
when we remembered zion
and when the wicked
carried us away in captivity,
and required from us a song-
how can we sing out Jah song
in a strange land??
so let the words
of our mouths
and the meditations
of our heart,
be acceptable in Jah sight
over I....
repeated
March 21, 2010
this is the first rainbow song i ever learned
(chorus)
earth, my body
water, my blood
air, my breath
and
fire my spirit....
earth, my body
water, my blood
air, my breath
and
fire my spirit....
mother, i feel you
under my feet
mother i feel your
heartbeat
father, i see you
when the eagle flies
spirit come and take me
higher and higher
(chorus)
repeated over and over like a chant
and it really moves some energy and brings
us back to ancient roots
(chorus)
earth, my body
water, my blood
air, my breath
and
fire my spirit....
earth, my body
water, my blood
air, my breath
and
fire my spirit....
mother, i feel you
under my feet
mother i feel your
heartbeat
father, i see you
when the eagle flies
spirit come and take me
higher and higher
(chorus)
repeated over and over like a chant
and it really moves some energy and brings
us back to ancient roots
Rainbow Songs
rainbow song--
(author unknown)
probably something along the lines of angel feathers or wind runner
can be played to guitar chords:
A(min)......C......G........D
there's a drop of water on the wall,
and the drop's about to fall
and it falls into a trickle
and the trickle's poorin down,
down, down,
to the ground-
where the moss begins to grow
watch- watch- watch
the water flow,
watch the current become a stream-
bursting through the seams,
cracking through the concrete
bending back the steel
in a raging that is real
a tearing torrent you can feel,
feel the thunder growing...
the thunder underground and in my heart,
the chain's falling apart
the wilderness in my soul
and for once in life
for once in life
i know i'm not alone,
for the mountains make our bones,
the ocean's in our blood
our feet are planted,
planted firmly in the mud
we are alive,
burning embers in our eyes--
tingling touch upon our skin
and in the heat of passion
we begin to understand
we are part of this land
we are part of this earth
and when she's threatened
we will fight for all we're worth
we watch the damn,
the damn come crashing down,
water raging to the sea-
now the river
now the river
now the river
is free,
and so are we
with every single heartbeat
we are raging to the sea...
(author unknown)
probably something along the lines of angel feathers or wind runner
can be played to guitar chords:
A(min)......C......G........D
there's a drop of water on the wall,
and the drop's about to fall
and it falls into a trickle
and the trickle's poorin down,
down, down,
to the ground-
where the moss begins to grow
watch- watch- watch
the water flow,
watch the current become a stream-
bursting through the seams,
cracking through the concrete
bending back the steel
in a raging that is real
a tearing torrent you can feel,
feel the thunder growing...
the thunder underground and in my heart,
the chain's falling apart
the wilderness in my soul
and for once in life
for once in life
i know i'm not alone,
for the mountains make our bones,
the ocean's in our blood
our feet are planted,
planted firmly in the mud
we are alive,
burning embers in our eyes--
tingling touch upon our skin
and in the heat of passion
we begin to understand
we are part of this land
we are part of this earth
and when she's threatened
we will fight for all we're worth
we watch the damn,
the damn come crashing down,
water raging to the sea-
now the river
now the river
now the river
is free,
and so are we
with every single heartbeat
we are raging to the sea...
March 20, 2010
Meet me at the Well
Meet me at the well,
so many stories to tell
While filling our canteens....
Bring all your ripened truths,
we'll make what we've brought
into sandwiches,
cut off the crusts
then deep fry,
dip em in ranch
make it palatable for the mass consciousness...
We'll pack em into our sacks
bring em back
into our respective societies,
Like a momma bird,
we'll have to predigest
this raw knowledge-
then stuff it into the mouths
Of those who hunger,
but so afraid to try out their wings
forgotten the way to the eternal spring.
And when my canteen gets dry,
I may ask for a drink,
from what you've seen
the way you think,
the words you speak...
After all it is from the same stream...
Cause we all get tired on this journey,
often wonder if it's even worth it,
But to know there are others
walking the same road
makes it easier to go along,
Keep each other strong...
My shoulders are broad,
there's a lot a can carry
if you get tired,
your soul gets weary...
then walk with me,
I can carry an extra bag or two
it is worth it for your company...
My vision is narrow
i can only see
that one day we will all go
to the well together...
Until then,
i will depend
on chosen friends
who have been there too,
Drank from these forgotten truths
remind me that it takes a while
for something like that
to be back in style....
so many stories to tell
While filling our canteens....
Bring all your ripened truths,
we'll make what we've brought
into sandwiches,
cut off the crusts
then deep fry,
dip em in ranch
make it palatable for the mass consciousness...
We'll pack em into our sacks
bring em back
into our respective societies,
Like a momma bird,
we'll have to predigest
this raw knowledge-
then stuff it into the mouths
Of those who hunger,
but so afraid to try out their wings
forgotten the way to the eternal spring.
And when my canteen gets dry,
I may ask for a drink,
from what you've seen
the way you think,
the words you speak...
After all it is from the same stream...
Cause we all get tired on this journey,
often wonder if it's even worth it,
But to know there are others
walking the same road
makes it easier to go along,
Keep each other strong...
My shoulders are broad,
there's a lot a can carry
if you get tired,
your soul gets weary...
then walk with me,
I can carry an extra bag or two
it is worth it for your company...
My vision is narrow
i can only see
that one day we will all go
to the well together...
Until then,
i will depend
on chosen friends
who have been there too,
Drank from these forgotten truths
remind me that it takes a while
for something like that
to be back in style....
Nothing Worth Holding Onto
At the height of passion
when inspiration has room to exist in my heart
I find it hard to hold on,
and hard to let go
When i know it needs to overflow,
and i can't seem to do anything worth sharing,
with forces i have forgotten how to control---
Impulses trapped,
holding me back
leading me off track--
Forgetting how to harness,
arrest,
attest the flow of goodness,
My surroundings a mess,
Trying to keep the music in my soul
while covering new land,
Looking for the plan
that flew away so long ago--
left me alone-
to wander
in strange dimensions,
exhibitions,
inhibitions, the living conditions,
trying to make the most
with the parts of ourselves we are left with-
After getting banged around
in cities and towns,
where the human spirit is not acceptable to have around...
Locking away the spirit dreams
and what they mean,
humanity is not ready to see,
to be free,
We'd rather be ignorant
in our security---
Which is anything but...
And nothing worth holding onto.....
mk 2004
when inspiration has room to exist in my heart
I find it hard to hold on,
and hard to let go
When i know it needs to overflow,
and i can't seem to do anything worth sharing,
with forces i have forgotten how to control---
Impulses trapped,
holding me back
leading me off track--
Forgetting how to harness,
arrest,
attest the flow of goodness,
My surroundings a mess,
Trying to keep the music in my soul
while covering new land,
Looking for the plan
that flew away so long ago--
left me alone-
to wander
in strange dimensions,
exhibitions,
inhibitions, the living conditions,
trying to make the most
with the parts of ourselves we are left with-
After getting banged around
in cities and towns,
where the human spirit is not acceptable to have around...
Locking away the spirit dreams
and what they mean,
humanity is not ready to see,
to be free,
We'd rather be ignorant
in our security---
Which is anything but...
And nothing worth holding onto.....
mk 2004
Somehow it happened,
though i know not when
A tap on the shoulder
from somewhere within
Saying "hey girl look at yourself,
look who you've become.."
I took advantage of God's sweet grace,
painted my face,
put on glitter and lace
"most likely to succeed"
my ego to feed
Success and wealth
I sought to acheive,
by taking advantage of the strengths I'd received
For the purpose of building a life of my own
where comfort and wealth would surround my thrown...
Yet when i found that world could never last,
I fell to my knees thankful for my past
And now i look at the world to see
where i can give
instead of what it will give to me
for how can i be happy when so many are not free?
To use my gifts to better humanity,
I know now what life has in store for me...
A light, a force from the divine;
saying
"Ok now, are you finished being blind?
Success can't be seen on paper
Anchor on me and you'll never waiver.
We want you on our side now
to fight the Good Fight-
to do what is Right
to be part of the Light"
For to be in the world,
but once in this flesh--
I'm not here to be the best dressed...
No.... it is in my soul, where i'd rather be blessed
mk 1999
though i know not when
A tap on the shoulder
from somewhere within
Saying "hey girl look at yourself,
look who you've become.."
I took advantage of God's sweet grace,
painted my face,
put on glitter and lace
"most likely to succeed"
my ego to feed
Success and wealth
I sought to acheive,
by taking advantage of the strengths I'd received
For the purpose of building a life of my own
where comfort and wealth would surround my thrown...
Yet when i found that world could never last,
I fell to my knees thankful for my past
And now i look at the world to see
where i can give
instead of what it will give to me
for how can i be happy when so many are not free?
To use my gifts to better humanity,
I know now what life has in store for me...
A light, a force from the divine;
saying
"Ok now, are you finished being blind?
Success can't be seen on paper
Anchor on me and you'll never waiver.
We want you on our side now
to fight the Good Fight-
to do what is Right
to be part of the Light"
For to be in the world,
but once in this flesh--
I'm not here to be the best dressed...
No.... it is in my soul, where i'd rather be blessed
mk 1999
God's Grace
Spinning around,
touching ground,
feeling your spirit-
In this land we tumble and fall
and soon it comes to those who hear the call,
your purpose in life,
the reason your here
All of a sudden it's perfectly clear
Unnatural positions we hold until then
Nothing feels right in the life we're in.
When you find your home
and listen to your heart,
That is when the magic begins to start...
The glow you feel,
it's real,
de ja vu's start coming true,
warming your soul
and you know you've grown,
the touch of magic,
God's Grace---
spilling out,
all over the place...
mk 2000
touching ground,
feeling your spirit-
In this land we tumble and fall
and soon it comes to those who hear the call,
your purpose in life,
the reason your here
All of a sudden it's perfectly clear
Unnatural positions we hold until then
Nothing feels right in the life we're in.
When you find your home
and listen to your heart,
That is when the magic begins to start...
The glow you feel,
it's real,
de ja vu's start coming true,
warming your soul
and you know you've grown,
the touch of magic,
God's Grace---
spilling out,
all over the place...
mk 2000
Atrocity
For the sake of the present,
for the sake of sanity,
I must close the blinds,
choose not to see
This atrocity,
society-
Another century where men aren't free...
For the rich man's desires
Poor folks he hires
The fruits of their labor
he devours
leaving the pits and fruits gone sour
for those who have struggled hour by hour
Over the land,
Worked by their hands
Held by a deed
giving rights to he--
who takes more than he needs
Owning the souls upon which he feeds
Squeeling in delight
while watching them bleed...
mk 1999
for the sake of sanity,
I must close the blinds,
choose not to see
This atrocity,
society-
Another century where men aren't free...
For the rich man's desires
Poor folks he hires
The fruits of their labor
he devours
leaving the pits and fruits gone sour
for those who have struggled hour by hour
Over the land,
Worked by their hands
Held by a deed
giving rights to he--
who takes more than he needs
Owning the souls upon which he feeds
Squeeling in delight
while watching them bleed...
mk 1999
Vision of grand,
Compassionate hands
Opened with grace,
Waiting to embrace
The heart of creation
with instant elation-
A soul purification...
Can you hear this call;
Or will you have to fall-
Into the depths and lose it all,
In order to see Divinity
waiting to be free...
Everyday it calls your name,
the sun, the sky,
the miracle of life.
Look inside, where your soul resides
the MIRACLE of you
Pulling you through,
the daily strife,
Throughout your life-
the essence of you
can show you the light-
if you take the time
to hear it right...
mk 1999
Compassionate hands
Opened with grace,
Waiting to embrace
The heart of creation
with instant elation-
A soul purification...
Can you hear this call;
Or will you have to fall-
Into the depths and lose it all,
In order to see Divinity
waiting to be free...
Everyday it calls your name,
the sun, the sky,
the miracle of life.
Look inside, where your soul resides
the MIRACLE of you
Pulling you through,
the daily strife,
Throughout your life-
the essence of you
can show you the light-
if you take the time
to hear it right...
mk 1999
Fishing for Men in Cages
If you're not careful, they'll get you too,
Lock you away in an office with a view
Looking down on the streets below,
think back on how you've grown;
Above the expectations-
to everyone's surprise
On that ladder you continue to rise....
But the key to the deception is to make you believe,
that it is you who does not want to leave,
After all it's your decision,
while you do what they want with pure precision.
They own your time,
and that you may never find-
because the gold is so bright,
your eyes have gone blind..
At the break of the day,
cup of coffee on the way-
out the door the sun smiles
above the horizon
the birds say hello...
no time to notice,
places to go...
Through the traffic that Moses himself couldn't part,
living each day with the same God damn start-
to the office where the IBM awaits,
and through it's screen decisions are made.
Files and documents at the touch of a key,
interacting with people you never see.
Occasionally you'll have meetings with people
above
or
below you,
people who don't know you.
So don't be deceived,
your position and title are all that they see.
Occasionally you and the boys will tee up for golf
and engage in the game of power play and shop talk.
You spend all day and work till it's done
Five O'clock comes too late, and sometimes later....
but obligations and demands are part of the job
so it's your time they continue to rob...
And you're doing this for yourself right?
Don't you enjoy the good life?
So go ahead, convince yourself your life is your own,
reep what you've sown,
but leave me alone.
I wasn't born to be on your time,
you can't claim what is solely mine..
Cause what i want to give,
I'll give for free...
That's how much it means to me..
No as for me, the earth is my office,
and i'll take my coffee break
down by the lake.
When nature calls me in,
I know I'll have a friend
the sky is the only screen into which i'll gaze in.
I don't want success
or the finest dress,
And recognition
for contribution
is not the solution..
All i want is to free myself
and anyone else
from being suppressed
But in this materialistic age,
where the world is a stage-
We measure ourselves by what we have.
or have not....
Reaching for the worm,
on the Hook we get caught.
mk-1999
Lock you away in an office with a view
Looking down on the streets below,
think back on how you've grown;
Above the expectations-
to everyone's surprise
On that ladder you continue to rise....
But the key to the deception is to make you believe,
that it is you who does not want to leave,
After all it's your decision,
while you do what they want with pure precision.
They own your time,
and that you may never find-
because the gold is so bright,
your eyes have gone blind..
At the break of the day,
cup of coffee on the way-
out the door the sun smiles
above the horizon
the birds say hello...
no time to notice,
places to go...
Through the traffic that Moses himself couldn't part,
living each day with the same God damn start-
to the office where the IBM awaits,
and through it's screen decisions are made.
Files and documents at the touch of a key,
interacting with people you never see.
Occasionally you'll have meetings with people
above
or
below you,
people who don't know you.
So don't be deceived,
your position and title are all that they see.
Occasionally you and the boys will tee up for golf
and engage in the game of power play and shop talk.
You spend all day and work till it's done
Five O'clock comes too late, and sometimes later....
but obligations and demands are part of the job
so it's your time they continue to rob...
And you're doing this for yourself right?
Don't you enjoy the good life?
So go ahead, convince yourself your life is your own,
reep what you've sown,
but leave me alone.
I wasn't born to be on your time,
you can't claim what is solely mine..
Cause what i want to give,
I'll give for free...
That's how much it means to me..
No as for me, the earth is my office,
and i'll take my coffee break
down by the lake.
When nature calls me in,
I know I'll have a friend
the sky is the only screen into which i'll gaze in.
I don't want success
or the finest dress,
And recognition
for contribution
is not the solution..
All i want is to free myself
and anyone else
from being suppressed
But in this materialistic age,
where the world is a stage-
We measure ourselves by what we have.
or have not....
Reaching for the worm,
on the Hook we get caught.
mk-1999
March 13, 2010
Threading together particle waves
into laser beams of focalized rays--
Holding a prism to direct the sunlight,
casting light into insight...
Plugging into the network,
with the invisible chord,
attaching to the source....
Translating messages from the higher rhelms,
into terms we can all understand...
Spreading ideas at infinite speed,
plowing through the debris,
planting new seeds..
Watering those that take root-
pulling the weeds...
Transforming into light beings,
lifting the veil,
into seeing.....
Demystifying the mystery--
while swimming in the infinite sea
manifesting our current reality...
Reflecting from our soul,
the treasures from home,
Making them known in the land that we roam---
Telling tales
in the Web Of Life,
Spinning strands of truth,
Connecting fragments
into threads
Weaving with light...
Translating messages
into foculized
beams of radiant
sunshine
Our souls once basked in this
existence we call our origin-
After all we've been through in the
evoloution of our species,
Kinda seems like a waste to throw it all away...
Here we stand again
on the verge of consciously
expanding at exponential rates,
And we keep going back
to all the crap
we've been hung-up on for eons
the same wars and politics
we've gotten addicted to it....
tricked into
believing it really exists...
It takes a crack in the infrastructure
in the pathways in our mind
that block us from seeing
we are one with the divine..
into laser beams of focalized rays--
Holding a prism to direct the sunlight,
casting light into insight...
Plugging into the network,
with the invisible chord,
attaching to the source....
Translating messages from the higher rhelms,
into terms we can all understand...
Spreading ideas at infinite speed,
plowing through the debris,
planting new seeds..
Watering those that take root-
pulling the weeds...
Transforming into light beings,
lifting the veil,
into seeing.....
Demystifying the mystery--
while swimming in the infinite sea
manifesting our current reality...
Reflecting from our soul,
the treasures from home,
Making them known in the land that we roam---
Telling tales
in the Web Of Life,
Spinning strands of truth,
Connecting fragments
into threads
Weaving with light...
Translating messages
into foculized
beams of radiant
sunshine
Our souls once basked in this
existence we call our origin-
After all we've been through in the
evoloution of our species,
Kinda seems like a waste to throw it all away...
Here we stand again
on the verge of consciously
expanding at exponential rates,
And we keep going back
to all the crap
we've been hung-up on for eons
the same wars and politics
we've gotten addicted to it....
tricked into
believing it really exists...
It takes a crack in the infrastructure
in the pathways in our mind
that block us from seeing
we are one with the divine..
March 10, 2010
I like to feel like a force on this earth,
with the power to create, appreciate...
To feel life flowing through me.
I am only a stream, with no beginning
and no end,
I carve my way through the land...
I don't see myself as a personality
as before,
My life on this earth is no more important
than the life of a tree,
a plant,
a tiny ant...
Matter in motion,
a part of the ocean
surrounded by skin---
My energy within
takes me where i need to go....
with the power to create, appreciate...
To feel life flowing through me.
I am only a stream, with no beginning
and no end,
I carve my way through the land...
I don't see myself as a personality
as before,
My life on this earth is no more important
than the life of a tree,
a plant,
a tiny ant...
Matter in motion,
a part of the ocean
surrounded by skin---
My energy within
takes me where i need to go....
Tapping into the unseen,
where the energy flows,
fluidity, congruity, into a higher society...
The drumbeat moves through bare feet,
where it meets a current in the heart-
Creates a spark,
illumination-
Burning in the bodies of the wisest souls to walk the earth,
Carrying the truth in a glance of the eye,
healing the disfunctional results of a mislead culture-
throwing off negative vibrations,
pounding out yet new creations...
Life seeking to express the truth-
through a group of moving souls--
using bodies to diplay, to play
molding from clay
the highest efforts of conscious evolution...
The movement of mankind
through the elements of the earth,
the mother of our birth-
To which we return,
these bodies on loan...
Yet the truths we discover,
the ground we cover,
is not lost in the wind...
but carried in the hearts of our friends,
passed on from kin to kin,
and always, always, held within...
where the energy flows,
fluidity, congruity, into a higher society...
The drumbeat moves through bare feet,
where it meets a current in the heart-
Creates a spark,
illumination-
Burning in the bodies of the wisest souls to walk the earth,
Carrying the truth in a glance of the eye,
healing the disfunctional results of a mislead culture-
throwing off negative vibrations,
pounding out yet new creations...
Life seeking to express the truth-
through a group of moving souls--
using bodies to diplay, to play
molding from clay
the highest efforts of conscious evolution...
The movement of mankind
through the elements of the earth,
the mother of our birth-
To which we return,
these bodies on loan...
Yet the truths we discover,
the ground we cover,
is not lost in the wind...
but carried in the hearts of our friends,
passed on from kin to kin,
and always, always, held within...
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