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
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
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
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
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
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
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
