A TESSERACT'S WINGS

Freedom built out of long riverbends
A hypercube bursting out of being
Embracing charcoal reflections
Burned from red blue impressions
From a childhood of feeling
Adulthood mindful heart childlike reeling
...an assembly of mysterious yellow rejections
Built from faulty traditions...beheading rotten
statues of a times without honor

Canceling credit for my charred remains
Smashing crystal balls into feathered headbands
Rowing a rocket into a random and senseless universe,
God doesn't make the world this way--
We do. Can we all have spent time as whores
in weird and golden lives?
Did we look into microscopes of our old photographs
of star dust after their anticlimactic reports?
Finding a muse with prismatic sight
Perceiving time in loving dimensions;
Don't let her get further away,
My sweet I'll be there in 5...

...blinded, trodden on and bleeding
stigmata to stamp a dreamer to death
unless he becomes a butterfly quickly
without rest,
There is only danger in false reflections,
Pools goverened by Pilate's secret police~~
Pretending without listening--always their cruelest punchline...
Defying lethargic laws of entropy,
Jumping off a cliff to save our lives;
Societie's velvet fool with a most benevolent smile
Garnering hopeful release

"A man who can't be bribed, can't be trusted"

Ghouls creep in and out of Mammon's towers,
Where gargoyles pick through lesser daemon's bones,
The jester placates while assistants cower,
wondering whom will succeed the bloody throne.
Divided the subjects stand and so shall they fall,
While alliances shift like sand in the wind,
Masks turn to see who is not amongst them...
Are we hiding in plain sight so other's will know;
"What you reap so shall you sew."
Crooked fingers always pointing toward the hardest toiling amongst 'em~~
A trapdoor littered with bones below.

Magi listening for Mammon's flow,
Leaping to other banks when embankments seem more sure,
Who we think are friends, maybe never were.
Those who moil for truths inside them,
Hold the aces close to their chest,
Ready to sacrifice themselves before the altar--
Veracity called the hero's quest.
The fate that awaits them maybe cold...
Lies will fly from every wyrm,
But only with a heart of gold, will they ask for nothing (in return)...
You can try to put them in a trick bag
But they will turn it back on those who lied.
A spine of steel whittled and time tested,
Lo, a man who can't be bribed, is the only man who can be trusted.
That is how true friendship is discerned.
Service is our greatest honor,
Covering each other's backs throughout the term.

June 2008

"A man who can't be bribed,

ANOTHER INTERREGNUM

Corruption:
subprime loans, OIL, anything
at any cost~~ethics are laughed
back to the 60s
Financial powers
dictated the business model
corporate, police, government bodies
down to the streets...
A Post Traumatic world we live in?
underground growing
A new business model coming
Since America became for sale
perhaps especially since Reagan.
Praying to HOPE
does not change the world.
Terror at our heels
who do we turn to now?
Who can we trust?
No one. We've been undone
and there may be no way back
home.
In 12 years, how do we survive
the upcoming depression?
Who will be the dominant currency?
Will they build enough prisons
to house us?
Truth, justice and the American way
died as we lost our way between
cups of coffee and reality shows and
forgot our Forefather's warnings~~

Are there hairs standing up on the back
of your neck?