Post by Juan Castrocafe on Aug 14, 2007 11:35:11 GMT -6
Then shalt it be, that in the condition of Human endeavour,
man finds himself clever in absolute solitudity,
there exists not a moment where we art not connected, ever
no matter the denial, no matter the indolent stupidity
on a precipice of windswept fresh lucidity,
in the acridness of the crowd, vitriol enriched in bile
and angry words, in a lost child, in a looked over remnant
of humankind living off the garbage,
no matter how much we do not want to see it,
there it is and here we are....
we are all naked underneath our clothes
and yet the real comfort is the protection
of what might be hidden under a nicely colored thread
verily from what we do not want to see ourselves
but the tree growing in our foundation took root
when we stopped wanting to weed the little things
because of what else might be under the surface
like some portent lot of good or evil
or even the serpent within, offering the apple
of what might not be a beginning but might be the end
and the snakes of the ladder,
like some dream of Jacob
where ere he fought nothing more than his own self
in the meme of his pretending
bid them all to shit into the seine, and middle in the deluge
of what might be regained, of what might be now released
sometimes it is not the third eye, but more the turd eye
that sees its way to peace
Yea, verily say I unto you, forever it is true
it is not what you come left holding onto
but what you let go of that liberates you.
(thrid undigested cheeseburger speaking now)
Some people would like to buy the world a coke
and keep it company,
I believe I might be a more naughty bloke,
and wish all a good dysentary
Perhaps it was a blessing and not a curse
given from the mighty Montezuma
and to unfester the wound early,
so it does not become a "too-mah" (it requires the Arnold Schwarzenegger enunciationt to achieve the rhyme...otherwise, I could have used the word "Tuba" but that would have made no sense..unless you can shit in a tuba, then, well, that might work too..but what a stretch to do)
p.s.: (today I celebrate the word portent, as it has three meanings of warning, problem and most wonderful thing)
man finds himself clever in absolute solitudity,
there exists not a moment where we art not connected, ever
no matter the denial, no matter the indolent stupidity
on a precipice of windswept fresh lucidity,
in the acridness of the crowd, vitriol enriched in bile
and angry words, in a lost child, in a looked over remnant
of humankind living off the garbage,
no matter how much we do not want to see it,
there it is and here we are....
we are all naked underneath our clothes
and yet the real comfort is the protection
of what might be hidden under a nicely colored thread
verily from what we do not want to see ourselves
but the tree growing in our foundation took root
when we stopped wanting to weed the little things
because of what else might be under the surface
like some portent lot of good or evil
or even the serpent within, offering the apple
of what might not be a beginning but might be the end
and the snakes of the ladder,
like some dream of Jacob
where ere he fought nothing more than his own self
in the meme of his pretending
bid them all to shit into the seine, and middle in the deluge
of what might be regained, of what might be now released
sometimes it is not the third eye, but more the turd eye
that sees its way to peace
Yea, verily say I unto you, forever it is true
it is not what you come left holding onto
but what you let go of that liberates you.
(thrid undigested cheeseburger speaking now)
Some people would like to buy the world a coke
and keep it company,
I believe I might be a more naughty bloke,
and wish all a good dysentary
Perhaps it was a blessing and not a curse
given from the mighty Montezuma
and to unfester the wound early,
so it does not become a "too-mah" (it requires the Arnold Schwarzenegger enunciationt to achieve the rhyme...otherwise, I could have used the word "Tuba" but that would have made no sense..unless you can shit in a tuba, then, well, that might work too..but what a stretch to do)
p.s.: (today I celebrate the word portent, as it has three meanings of warning, problem and most wonderful thing)
