One can no longer simply be in the world without complying with the System that governs how to be in it.
Religion is the conservatism of spirituality, meaning that it is directly connected to power politics and defending the status quo.
Tough Raw Confectionery in Sky Lane
Flow of clouds amongst the crescent cake float in sky lane
wrote the wolf to wildflower “Jane”
Rain not today yet cloud & wind play drought game
Pain in Jane, unable to enjoy wolf’s cake
For the other beauties in flowers the tamed take
the idea that Jane’s malignant breeding hate
baked bread and cake in underhanded deceptive drape
Nonetheless, what matters to Jane’s not other flower’s idea
but some simplest question from wolf as in: Why, dear?
That moment, moon, cloud & the dark sky on a windy day disappear
into the next dawn of hope to see fear more clear
feel dear more near
heal tears for years
Tyrannizers, no matter who or what, here Jane & Wolf clear
Look back at thousands of years of histories & humanities the smear
always get backstabbed of all your blood, sweat & tears,
my dear all my dear
were closer with each step and the
End
is
Near
Mars Dust
19 June 2021
22:47
M.
Soon It Will Be Midsummer
I let that bramble star flower go,
O lily of the Lethe
I wanted to trade you for an apple,
that peach-tree blossom;
With the sun pouring over the hill,
egg-molten.
Pan the crow,
peter-bird in the Rodeo.
In a trash bag of leaves.
The mush of pomegranate.
As the severed head was lured back
into the lair of the incubus,
The astral flight became like
a circumcision of my soul.
And I began to wonder, do those
who love God, love people less?
Do those who love God
love less?
20 June 2021
A.
Beaten and shocked by the professionals
A young brain morphed
Into names of unimaginable thoughts
Lost not in solution of whatnot
Professionals got caught
While performed under the poorly taught
Wrought not the knife for a knight
Like a street vendor would make kites
Fight not the obliged souls
For warm hearts in ‘em won’t turn cold
Fold not to injustice like a dream
For your dreams gotta come clean
Flights taken to heights of heights
Yet down to earth here I stand upright
M.
The crystal lucidity of the sky
framed at geometric angles in time,
By the shape of trees spangled with yellow-green
that differs now and than from what it means.
The TV cackles like with a signal,
Wondering about the ring of Saturn;
On a day that recurs with things we’ve learned,
An anomaly like a silver ball?
A.
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