meet,
burning
greet,
churning
defeat,
mourning
bedlam before breakfast
railroads across texas
napalm milked cereal
starlit draft smoke material
candidates

pouring out
what's pouring in?
world is churning
who is learning?
does anyone need to know?
does anyone want to go - away from the planet and out of the universe
if you could JUMP would you
just JUMP through the
matter-hole that ripped your soul
said perception is a lesson in undoing your time
and if you take the time to learn you'll relax and unwind
when you understand the door was built for you
and the merry-time teaches:
fear is sublime.

but we can know to not fear
and not hold the world dear

if anything exists that we are not a part of
then how the hell could our decisions take to realize what's upon us?
if all we do is stop the wrong and never learn the right
there's no way to say anything except "hang on, sit tight!"

and knowing all your faults without knowing what is good
leaves you breathing hard, your mistakes are understood

does information really exist, in terms of changing things?
can i switch around the variables and call it a crazy dream?
can i say the mice fly in space, and the elephants are the master race
can any of this be true? Or is it all "illu"
sions from a symbol mind
unable to realize
the real universe,
is really sublime.

transmit. transmit. transmit. transmit.
if you couldn't stop the signal, you couldn't stop the signal, could you. you'd eve nbecome part of that signal, or a carrier of that signal. unable to stop it you'd help it along, until the message was sent to all who needed to receive..

Divine Love?
or Death from Above?
either one could reach the planet..

but "Life's" a grand beautiful fuck,
but living in it really sucks
I once have smiled listening to myself and seeing-straight-through
that knowledge is controlling
and loving money means the ball keeps rolling
right on top of you.

so you do.
so you do.

if there was no money,
was no crime
if friends were everywhere
and a lover sublime

where would YOU go and what would YOU say?
God is waiting for your answer, burn the papers and kill the men who would make you stay:

and sit down. and write out.
everything. that doesn't. matter.