Whale timed movement
A continent’s worth of songs
Tectonic flow and rupture
Sleep quaking volcano.
Titans awake opening
Magic fracture bones along ley line maps
shining underworld rivers of burning light
dividing our world invisibly
underneath with pressurized silent explosions
morphing crystals to grow into the future now
sparkling secret amulet caves
where an ancient shaman artist imprinted
his hands blowing French fairy dust
tailed with shadows and animated animals
Paint shaped by reverent awe and amazement,
astounding us from our ever sleep walking reality.
Naming bisons deer arrows spear lakes and home
with images shimmering in torchlight
dancing in the hypnotic glow.
Art is made to amaze ourselves
and remind us of true home.
The deviousness of apathy kills us in slow motion
and Love is the heroic antidote potion,
but we’ve disguised rape as love,
torture as affection,
taking as giving,
gang bang S & M Hell
leaving paradise’s innocence
to learn through pain and grieving.
Water routes fissure
Pounding out the frozen
Thunder pounding scepter
will reset Time,
Creation and Destruction both Divine
Generous Jupiter vs Taskmaster Saturn.
Myth gods play with our wonder and loss
to show us who’s still boss, not us,
we’re not even close to remembering,
much less owning our silent crowns
spiritually sown through survival,
witch trials, tribunals, prison camps,
If you can resurrect after these brutalities
you’re prized with a golden heart and halo
with eyes to know like Jesus and Buddha.
If you can love your oppressor you’ve won,
You’ve overcome their dark power, their leaking Sun,
Their fear of falling, dying, trying,
their fear of nowhere, is now here.
So Be Here Now, or don’t bother
show up or exit out of the mediocre.
Death is a hoarder afraid to let go
to what’s waiting is more beautiful unknown,
if you don’t struggle you’ll float
up through the galaxies of hope.
Darkness can annihilate with robotic perfection
through thoughts into seconds
negating throughout forever,
Ruining what takes Love aeons to build and discover.
Dead soul gods, demonic aliens cloaked
like pretend saints, maybe,
They’ll destroy us before we can
destroy ourselves and our lonely orbed planet
Warped Bodyship Gaia with her twinkling tiered dress,
of white light cloud swirls set in a tiara of stars,
sinking aurora blue tear light waterfalls into ocean.
Shaped like an eye, i, aye,
shaped like the answer to why is
to all the unimagined miracles
that we never understood.
i hope there’s time enough
for the god in us to remember goddess,
and that god is good and that we are god,
collectively powerfully good,
while there’s still time for us to be saviors
not just survivors.