modern babylonians

meanwhile…  …at your local shop ‘n’ save     the precepts of scientific management   churn out well adjusted slaves     they have chosen between conformity and freedom      they are willing to be managed     each has had their price      I’ve been damaged and discouraged       but I’m not crazy enough to join them       I dressed like them     talked like them    and even ate like them    but I could not learn to think like them    

I could not be moulded to society’s requirements    I needed new horizons     and ever greater highs    so cut me some slack       coz crazy amounts of spoon    robbed me of my consumer status       and left me on my backside        you can sometimes buck the system     but not the dark forces      fear is the coinage of modern babylonians      fear is the quirt that keeps the herd in check      

ornithology

I‘m so high I daren’t look down      but I don’t even miss the ground     good riddance to bad vibrations     I’m just an infant laughing at the sun     the universe and I are one…      …it’s a perfect fit…     …hand in glove        …so don’t blow my high     let me fly with the birds     I got the ornithology       and there’s magic in my words    

but I ain’t bobbing for apples       this is a game I can never win     but I shoot when I’m hot      and I’m ready to fly    more often than not         …angling for the short prize      aiming kinda low…       I might just beat the system     it depends on where I go    sometimes I can fly away     keep the blues at bay   …gravity is patient with madmen…       …but I’m bound to crash someday

dynamite

mother preserve my soul      was I up to no good just then?      I seem to have drifted away…      …I was in the psyche ward again      and I was totally numb       closed off to the world      but seeing is believing     at least that’s true for some      …I’m peeking through the curtains       sunlight in my eyes      I’m tuned into eternity      and stratospherically high…        …now and in the moment      I know the world is mine     it was broadcast on the news     and it’s written in the sky     I’m dynamite this morning      but I don’t know how or why

AK 47

 

all riches are theft     all rich men are thieves    revolution is justice     revolution is truth       the truth in our stomachs      the truth in our hearts     revolution is an act of violence     revolution speaks through the barrel of a gun      seven pounds of murderous intent   the unifying icon of perpetual revolution       placed in the hands of children      our modern day dogs of war

the deicides

one day we’ll return

to the place  where we belong     

but we’ll go the long way round

and make our way as killers    

scorching hallowed ground

until we learn to speak as children      

devouring stolen apples      

in the orchard of the sun        

where once we built

our monstrous war machines       

and turned them on our gods