The lawyer and the rose

 There was a lawyer man who owned GOD
He strode out toward all potential clients
seeking their approval and losing all opportunities
The roses outside the bedroom window
blocked out the sun as those flowers were so dense
Beauty distracts

And in the lawyers case keeps him sleeping in
as the sun no longer wakes him morning come
Yet he had Old God with him
he owned God and how could he
what sickening sorcery is this
Since when did heaven allow itself to come to this?

A lawyer of all sorts, Owning the big man
yet not getting the clients, or the career
The woman angel Heti came down from mount fiv
and claimed that the lawyer would get all earthly accolades
if he would just give up God

Heti had that pure women's energy
stronger than a man's energy
stronger and hotter even than the million kelvin
burning ambition inside a career man's heart

But the Lawyer man refused Heti all the same
A resilience in his eyes
shining his own shoes 
and running up and down the city like a maniac
to prove the cosmos wrong
he comes home fruitless yet grinning

as if each day of failure was a party

where is your soul
The lie of one up in your chest, he accused the angel Heti
who turned a storm in the face and threw the lawyer through his bedroom window
Into the thorns

The other side of the wall

 The Skait
An alien race located on the edge of our solar system
Originally conducting monitoring to human movements between the earth and moon.
Trying to tap into all earth medias and decipher who and what we are.

The Skait are like a master class of hybrid aliens. Interested in understanding our capabilities. 
Now the Aliens are only interested in one thing. Music, literature and culture.

The Skait are collecting as much as possible on our cultures. They filter whatever is applicable to their civilization 500 light years away. watering down music and poetry and streaming on their own platforms.
Their aim is not to control or interfere with our civilization. The Skait mine our culture without having to take it from us physically.

Humans and our cultures have beome their opiate. Suddenly their alien peoples are flourishing again,  three collective species varying in appearances and needs. 
Our unknown influence has boosted their way of life. 
A once stagnant civilization that had reached it's peak 40,000 years ago uniting 3 separate alien races to battle off a complex fungal disease. Trade was the glue after the annihilation of the fungal disease.

They suppressed atleast one other growing alien power close to their star cluster.
without full scale war. The Skait are a tiny civiization compared to what exists in the milky way.
Yet compared to us, they are massive. Their worlds hundreds of times bigger and more sophisticated. Their dyson spheres and artificial moons, their hundreds of colonies that almost reach our solar system.
To think they only came to soak in our cultural oddities to give themselves a stronger form of curiousity, entertainment, purpose, distraction. 

Hundreds of civilizations some flamboyant, others as dull as bigoted totalitarians. 

Don't drown in control

 Brother don´t drown
We were in the gardens of infancy together
excitement overcame you
and you ran as fast as little legs could run

caution seemed to pour down on you
changing your face and mind
each unflow blocking you in
you don't see yourself as free

Don't leap into the water yet
wait for the tide to go out
its so deep for us now
over our heads bro

everything you are, so sacred

I read your face everyday Luke
every grudging frustration disappears
Our father lifts you
out of this water

You can now lift yourself
you can taste the air
make frends with freedom
tenseness is not for you

do not drown in that playground
it's not about how you look
life was given to us as such a gift
thank you needs to be said

so say it once your head emerges
like a baptism you didn't expect
So very reign

A beached whale

 Deadly whale came on land to swallow you whole
five hundred inward razor teeth more treacherous than a shark
we visited your gang you ordered us out like vagabonds
we do your bidding like slaves afraid of our own shadows

The pavement echoes our pain
We walk toward each reality clumsily
Until the whale comes into sight
The coast is ours

we close in on you and yours
blasé around the business table
we push it to you are all trapped
begging for your lives

we send in the whale
the legendary beast
The path is crowded with ghosts
you new comers less welcome still

carved up in the boiling teeth
The coastal rock cries for you all

Affiliated

 crown of thorns
these lands are blessed
i've found peace
he hands me over the hammer

hammer to destroy
But love in it still
this soil is sacred
This country

rust colored ground
surface to deep
here I meditate
inside life nightmare

Invest in your pleasure
Demons and fear
push you along the broken pinochio
Vices axe you into kindling

simmering a cauldron to feed
 new generations
cutting away apathy
and drowning it all swiftly

Turned your back on real life
gave your soul false churches
wooden irrelevant traditional values
you preach but don't uphold

Cease hurting reading inside sacred triumph

For without that surrender....

You will never be affiliated with the power the universe

The academy of movement

The shifting mountain
made the ascent so hard
sliding rocks and sand
all those people behind me sliding down

leaving the city
waiting for friends
each street alone
my very words are changed in the mind of another

driving into the city fair
permission and limits
lost inside colors and noise
to usurp the sense of self 

Roads and chaos
dogs obedient to instinct
broken jaws
inevitable conflicts

shifting mountain
attempted glory
keep climbing
building and growing

The bewilderment

 Life is just a problem waiting to be solved
oh
Just a box to open and inspect
yes?
The dark corners inside remain undiscovered

Old God hands you the secret and you clasp it
oh!
Yet you don't open your hands to see what it is
Why?
Because owning it was more important than understanding it

So by retirement you are left with tight convictions
Oh!
A hardened conclusion about what this existence means
Really?
curiosity deemed red eyed devil you no longer recognize as salvation

For life is just a riddle waiting to be solved
Is it?
Those blessed enough to take their last satisfied breaths
Oh!
grins on their lips churning in their slowing hearts
yes?
A slither of that sunlight pure energy of creation

Lifting you through those done decades
a meal of all those memories
 

A piece of me

 cut a piece me off
Is that what is expected?
How much of myself am I to give

the true me
the many perceptions
impressions wayward and unkind

The knowledge of me
can you take my name too
the essence of me

after pruning
what will I be left with
will I recognise the piece that remains

Deaf ears and uncaring minds
will I grow back in time
to get a taste of who I was

before death comes with his own knife
hastening the inevitable autopilot fashion
soul clinging like dead cicadas to brittle old bones

The gift basket of servitude

 Your sponsor will slowly grind you down
Patronage is a deep ugly curse
dependence is a death sentence
The system above makes the bacon

can pass the odd gift basket down
but also shits downward amidst vanity
hence that economic gravity
so only look up when you are unhooked

freedom freedom god breathes down your neck
what a price
what a rush

Because your boss is employed to exploit you
what the fuck did you think it was
hand outs only distributed for votes and children
which one are you? he said

They got you on a wage
or a stingy commission
Don't puppy eye them
it drives up the dismissal

they own your output
your badge uniform you are bought
don't look at me blindly
the gullible will never have justice

In a world of thick lines
that run through us all
capitalissimo

break the smirk with the hammer
slash it with the sickle
It just comes back stamped and expanded
when you spit on the ground in derision
it's harvested and sold quickly

Keep your rights
social justice so ripe
new devices for fancy mind bondage
for a fresh wave of lazy thinkers 

they just keep building those big towers
while you are working in the basement
he said

I wish he was wrong
As the world slowly teaches 
to subjugate

Watchful, that holiness

 Put me not back to sleep, beg I
For I would need my inner eyes
and my outer ones to see you in this world

Keep a piece of me awake 
without leaching my slumber of its magical extract
Because watchful is the only state my existence need take

Father Oh, the lessons of life still testing me
you taught me the secret that caused me a decade of misery
in every spectrum the light of me shines through verily

That far from being alone
My fate will be my burden and blessing
For me to hew for my own vexing and flexing

Control, Destruction, Freedom on the rock

a friend from someway south
discarded like unwanted objects
owners still wanting some form of barter
this alone esteem intact

Jamie the destroyer
The sociopath built
hypocrit in habit
unconscious to the world

Invited to destroy things
Where no paths really opened up
the fistful of initiative we had
was getting blown by weekend leisure

controlling fathers were disappointed
as their plans would also be put to the torch
That unconscious world behind our eyes
that simple folk think is supernatural

Yet it is sewn into the will
as it it to the destiny of the early man
when no choice is given or taught
destruction must manifest

So when I become the controller
let me hold down choices
not ultimatums
otherwise destruction

For freedom not control
and freedom not destruction
is the closest thing to heaven
On the round rolling rock we cling to

Eyes open

 open your eyes
pale blue existance
you are alive
warm and perceiving

Life such a shock
surrounded by it
awake from prior death
befuddled into order

thick and thin
surreal garage
warehouse even
expanding and contracting

dusty floor
milky way
above the soil
food leaf cotyledon

absorbing that pale light
forming convictions and roots