Welcome to my blog, a break in between the supermarket shopping news,
My views, my writs, raps and thunderclaps, unedited excursions
Through valleys and down various avenues
Like that I believe its healthy to have a hierarchy of values
A spectrum like a rainbow, a selection, an array
I think about values each moment each second, each day
What's important and what comes next
Have i put the maximum meaning in my text?
Although metal and organic material
Can be easily distinguished like the difference between a mushroom and an aerial
Politics oscillates like a food blender blade, leaving me head in bits
Left and right wings switch sides when that crazy bird flips
Without your grounded values laid out on a landscape:
A Mountain, a crop field and a cooking stove
Liberty, Justice and Freedom are like wild Starlings
Twisting, turning, falling and rising
Poles shift each day, and most political dogma lacks
A true varied hierarchy
Of values.
Ivan the terrible and the Dali Lama
Mahatma Gandhi and Stalin
You always need a contrast to make sense fast
Somethings to refer to, more than one
Like the 1968 Chicago fiasco or
The whole Bay of Pigs thing or The British miners thing.
How many died how many live with the scares
How can you calculate the amount of people who died in cars
Going to work? Think i'm bezerk wanting to abolish work?
Work kills, and work is genocide and factory fascism
I agree with Bob Black and i too want my Freedom back
If my body is the earth then i speak for humanity
I want my freedom back, hey dude where's MY country
Who owns the rivers who owns the soil?
I sit smoking blunts contemplating this huge capitalismicrophone boil
On the landscape, i escape temporarily into an Autonomous Zone
Dial up global internet with my phone
And search through a wide variety of metaphors for
Mankind and Nature entertwined, a rose in the iron dust?
A weed growing through a leak in the pavement.
A ant colony that functions like New World government?
War, i will be your abolishment.
What can we learn from Natures ecology management?
By 4 A.M my minds spent, the roses on my table are loosing their petals
But still, they provide a contrast against the various metals
On my desktop tables, a pen, a knife, a gun and a bullet
Inspiration for blended fables,
Like flesh and plastic talking through interactive turntables
Like a sound-wave transforming into neuro-electric impressions
Like the sun that still can cast the darkest of visions
Like the signals that consume us coming from outside our televisons
Kill them! With TELL YR/ VISIONS.
here then, from my beer pen is my hierarchy of values
The black and the blues
Here's what i think is most relevant today, my views, my news:
-Transposeons in Biology that link species
-Quantum insperability principles that link all things
-Renewal of the natural environment to its healthy balance
-The end of the means to create war, monopoly.
-Prove that no one has the right to kill anyone, killing is wrong.
But a hierarchy of values implies that you choose
What values go above, below or besides B'side Education
B' Side Defense and B' Side Economic senses
All ebb and flow
What comes first, what go? what gives?
The starving majority or me and my blogs to the Universe?
I'm playing swingball on the lawn, drink in hand
There's a barrage coming from the garage thats the sound of a band
Prophets hunched around microphones, spitting as the rains come
Themes of Justice, nature and revolution drift into the garden
Khemical agents here to dissolve terror and error
Its simple, just lick me and look in the mirror
Not the paper, the polished glass crystal spaceship
Me and you, out on a whim, breaking down the mess we're in
TOGETHER
On the verge of obscenity with an alternative reality
Sex drugs and revolution, whatever it takes to pull on the breaks
And change vehicle, we need a miracle, a magical rising
To dissolve the fakes and feed the fat and greedy bastards their cakes
Speak out, breathe in, relax to some tracks and crack some four packs
That's what it takes, make grape juice of your enemies
Squirt lemon in the eye of the Bavarian Illuminati,
Don't try, do.
Source out your truth and then spit out your poo
Worlds ablaze with war machines and metal giants on the march
Time to straighten out this dirty laundry with exotic salts and starch
Old guard dinosaurs taking their last breath,
New flesh cyborgs just becoming inspired
Fire in the head and the flames spread like FLU to the Kings bed
Put the lights on red, get out your truck and look up
Times up, were all HERE already
And we don't need your laws no more
No more laws distributed by santitized tele
I no longer sleep with my teddy, i don't need no government to own me
I diss-own you back, i am expat; and i post and roast your hungry ghost
Salute - a toast.
Raise another toast to the end of the word
The end of imperial rule, a swollen inch with a pinch of pepper
I'm with the criminal classes, with the heretics, the outcasts
I'm a loner, anarchist, poet and leaper
Come step and keep your reppup'
Hope you get my letter, but the less you read the better
Maybe the ghosts will gettcha' like they got me,
Forever tuned into flies psychic T.V,
My wireless MP3 tech support cloud that follows me,
I call it "SHE"
Because she loves me
At least Temporarily!
Swam the sea and now i'm beached up with just a log from a birch tree
With salted eyes i spies the city through the jungle lozenge
Steel and glass and concrete, totally alien, totally viral
Lights, a low hum and pre cooked pre packaged foods, um yum.
From the ocean to the car park to power stations
That power nations
Species integrations limited by the harsh metallic environments
Even Bees now die off like democracy
In an upside down Bush/Blair world of disspair
Don't...
Not for those pair, say you don't care, show some flare
Make your face bare and stand your place, then move on
Run your things, ride your truth and raise the roof, write your
Spoof, be tuff, call out the killers and crooks, don't buy Nike
And abstain from Mcfries, Tesco and Starbucks.
So, i secrete the secret secret into your nickel bucket,
Give your SUV a soapy wash with a chemical called POSH
Post Ontological Silicone Heroin,
The surface contains liquid crystals within
So the car can play the image on its hood of a dead boy in Iraq
Next to his toy, OY! what about that boy, what about that girl?
Wake up and smell the OIL
Here's how you get out of a war, breath deeply
Pull down the all the wall and any boundary
And pull down
Trade embargoes
Pull down thy vanity and gain sanity
Size up your liberty and compare with celebrity
Pull all the troops out out of their jobs, turn them into
Squads of circus performers
Decommission all your weapons of mass and - less than mass - destruction
Turn them into rapid food delivery systems
Catapulting wealth to the poor and those in need of aid
To end war you must make your enemies friends
And make communication a priority above all other ends
Dissolve all the worlds sovereign nations into lessons
In cooperative global villages, all independently
Interrelated like an M.C Escher painting
I can sense authority fainting in the face of a painting
And the gov is panting, the gov is necromancing
History of corpses and ghosts dancing
Whirling through Oxbridge and Yaleard encircling
Churches
Disembodied events pitch themselves in History like tents
Blowing in the WIND -
Wars end with the end of history. So let it be.
So said she.
Brew the new tea to replace T.V
Helps you see the bomb and the tree equally
In our hierarchy of anarchy and sarky sparky rhymes to drop in the park
Tune into dark with a spark a light a flash a new, flesh.
End of history, the word and all that resembles it.
Never forget who started the end of the end of it.
You want to end wars then you must master Joyce's Finnegans Wake
Forgive the mistakes i make, but i'm deep in the lake
Giving to take back the sack with imperial letters of attraction
And manufacture a crystal structure to remove the hex of tax on a ration
I keep my mind in traction when i make a financial transaction
Who distributes it how, who's moos define the cash cow
Impeach Bush and Blair for their crimes, today, NOW
Impeach God and replace the void with new woid,
Stay cool and calm now, don't get annoyed
End wars by being overjoyed in the face of shattered times
Forgive all the terror and brutality and government crimes
To End wars start a new, turn your gun barrels into daisy spouts
And your mortar back to poo.
Turn your wars to the canvass the page the air if you still must fight
End wars by converting them into white phosphorus poems
Blow up your art, kill your characters and take over your gallery
But End wars which blind and burn and mutilate and really hurt everybody.
End wars start parties, kiss cuteas and shake booties,
Build your peace zone and claim the earth temporarily
Therefore in harmony with change, process and temporality
Don't fight gravity, love levity.
Turn tanks into turntables, secret plans into fictional fables
To end wars declare peace, its over its over again, its over
End the pain and spend a thought for those poor slain
In memory of the lame and sick involved in the thick of it
End wars by showing that to Kill is to loose,
You carry that bruise with you, murder is known for eating your brain
Murder is psychically self defeating, thats why its eating the killer
Like Hannibal lector.
End wars by becoming a benefactor of change,
Be the one to experiment and re arrange the pieces
Follow the creases and fight the mental diseases that tease us
Turn banks back into bakeries and put icing on the similarities
Between bread and bread.
End war by using your head, end war by staying in bed
End war by stopping work on the factory floor and together chanting
No more. Settle the score but not with violence. With L'amour.
More debate and more alternative models - the cell, the spore.
Say what are we fighting for, ask this question and STOP war.
A new hierarchy to combat oligarchy
To excorcise the demons and end the malarchy
End the paranoia and the Scanning Darkly, quickly
Make haste we have so much time to catch, just ahead
A non-war torn home and a non war torn bed,
End war and rest your head, raise your hand and voice
Embrace the not language of Joyce's and histories dead.
Gone forever, overruled by a new vision, capable of lifting the veil
I've been following for 10'000 years hot on the veiled trail
Methodically and carefully like steven the slug or Smith the snail
End wars and admit the apocalypse, get over it
Move on.
Stop wars with your shoes by standing your ground
Stay around don't be square, wear flowers in your hair
Wave your hands in the air like you just stopped an F 16 fighter
Yeah, switch off the war at the controls,
In your mind find the blind of ignorance and then open it
In your heart find the part that is art and just peddle it
In your friends find the lens to see yourself look at it
In the dark kind the key to the door and then skip through it
In your life make the meaning in words that refer to it
In love find the dove and the peace and commune with it
In death cherish breath cuz your now here without it
If your sure look again because there's reason to doubt it
If you got a song like this don't be afraid to spout it
In this spacial place i guess the ways to face it
What's it? Why's it? Are you it? if its Bullshit?
Who disperse it, how, are you milking her cash cow?
Outerspace to find a new place to re create it
Outside there's a slide i'll think i'll climb and descend it
Out of time, out of lime, if there's lemon i'll squeeze it
Out on the town with my spiked crown to tease it
Nowt that you write can ever contain it
How do you explain it, maintain it, how do you chain it?
I am it you are it, each and every bit, we fit the same slit
You are it, that pefect fit, my words your eyes, flies on it
Talk seems cheap when hiding behind it
That, them, the thing, the big swindle - a broken spindle, a parasitic nit.
Black white red yella we gotta get together
Be a rainbow arching over any bad weather, what infinite ever?
Sleep on each others wing, as birds of a feather
The infinite within "IT" also haunts never and whatever.
Eat me! Lick me.
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