We’re in hell
of peter parker posey
lady phat gangrene gaga
princess grace garbled in garbo.
Don’t worry about later
Hell is now here
inbred by pseudo scientists
and going nowhere soon
groomed to doom in the tomb
of ignorance called progress.
Knowledge exists in our consciousness
within intuition’s feeling
our bodies retain awareness
if only we’d pay attention.
When we return
renewed in baby form
adored or ignored or abused
back to the drawing board struggle
checker board game of survival.
Later is right back here in the storm
of forgetting in Planet Us reborn.
When they haven’t figured it out yet
still collecting pieces of the puzzle
like building blocks Kindergarten stuff
That’s when they want to crusade
at me with a megaphone like a church gun
in roaring accusations in subways of forced salvation
“Admit to being born a sinner deserving of death or else!
if not for Jesus the superstar carpenter
you’d already be burnin a worthless sinner!”
Don’t get mad bumpkins, I’m just sayin
I know that you’re seeking security in the pretend norm
but wake up before you can’t anymore.
They’re coming to take you away
to the funny farm to eat you.
We’re living in a reality unseen
darker than black hole death’s stream
worse than in the slasher movies
bad things are happening by perverts in
pope robes and deacon closets
in slaughter house pits
and the people in power know
because they’re the beasties
preening their disease and absolute rulership.
None of those aristocrat murderers and monsters were ever dethroned.
They just went underground as philanthropists
into the unknown ambiguous and bought up the bruised world
through stocks and bonds they hog tied us in free labor
made us into a carnival cannibal sideshow.
All the missing kids and innocents are there
or in ravines like poor Ophelia.
No rainbows go in those streams
in those bones of blood shadows
only death, the predator stalker
eats their wounded hearts.
I don’t know how to heal this world
I think once ago I thought I could help
I’m an old soul but still in the first grade
maybe I was wisest then
but I’ve started finding patterns
themes that matched clues
I placed them together from scratch
private detective-like photographed the mystery
in black and white films in canister cameras
in plastic photo sensitive paper
I caught everlasting waves of time
developed silver swirled in chemicals
waving liquid in red emergency lights
darkroom mirage mirror water flowers
blooming into sight like holograms
a patchwork collage like dreaming
birthed images appear like magic ink unfurled
of faraway people and causes
Time travel exists in us.
Life is but a Dream but why
do thoughts direct memory
theatrically rearranging characters
merged to find inner connect the dots
answers like constellations.
of stars left in us is us
the best of the best of the best
last chance survivors.
But I don’t think anyone of us
has reached heaven yet
unless they already started there
lest we forget our mission first was to Love.
I think we have to go all together
uncover reality in
“All In” like gamblers
All or nothing
“No one left abandoned”
is the oath of Bodhisattva
Live or Die as One
because of Love we belong together
in primal need each other
to make more
Tiny hearts beating on a blue swirled marble
Like roulette, a dance, a trance of aeons.
We marvel at ourselves orbiting in Milky Way
in long distance microscope we’re a beautiful disaster.
Floating as if by chance at the exact distance from the sun
Fate is gracefully dramatic sometimes.
Planet Blue supports water, life and us crazies.
Even the good ones are crazy
Or maybe especially the best crazies are geniuses
but Madness is possession,
not the good, safe, crazy I like,
I mean madness is a psycho killer zombie takeover
chainsaw butcher meat obssession.
We are lambs born into slaughter.
Each one of us has to learn to survive.
Some have kind guides
some are slaughtered early
fixed, lobotomized, imprisoned, enslaved.
It’s still happening in Catholic Churches
Choir boys on their innocent knees locked in gory filth
I’m watching Netflix documentaries about pedophiles
and Ted Bundy the serial killer who practiced necrophilia.
He raped and decapitated them drenched in satan
maybe it was crowley’s demon in him coaxing him with sadist’s thrill
He looked like George Bush Jr the ex US president terrorist who
protected his insider job buddies the saudis who flew free commercial airplane
rides home while US citizens were held hostage from ourselves in 911.
We are in hell especially in North America
prisoners of a system that doesn’t give a shit about us.
We another product
human porno cattle,
we just don’t realize
we’re being used and sold.
Trafficking is the old new economy
especially in the Bible Belt how ironic.
Spread the news reveal the camera tricks
read the silent lips find the truth where it hurts.
We can help each other to get out of Hell for free
just please Listen
don’t veg out on media books films sports.
It’s all rigged folks all conditioned
OBEY or escape through illusions in drugs and food and sex.
Sleep rest dream your life away on this pretend comfortable infested swarm.
Afraid of meaninglessness so we create gods that reflect us
tell stories build fables into legends into religions
that punish us with codes that they themselves break.
They rape us as children especially
when we don’t know how to fight back
good complacent livestock.
Some of us never learned to fight back.
Fight for your life don’t ever give in thinking they’ll spare you they won’t
Fight for your life to the point of death better to die quickly while fighting
than endless cage or torture, I don’t want to know the details of evil that exists
but it does in every city of this lost depraved ship of fools, mind tripped world
“we’re living in da matrix” someone wrote in chalk on the sidewalk pathway home.
The monsters of fairy tales walk among us as teachers elders doctors police.
They consecrate their savage hate pedophile S and M
the Marquis de Sade was demon pretending to be an artist
writing with quill dipped in his own shit
of how he loved raping women torturing them to shredded bits.
Wizard of oz imposter, sham, liar, con man
like the priests the vile predators of purity
Those demons of hate will get their fate a thousand times more
Using their false religion to destroy how many with their lies of paradise.
True Artists are healers revealers of what’s natural
Evil is against the natural world both outside and inside ourselves
it wants to destroy the authentic real, replace it with illusions of unworthiness.
They shit on our world, why do we let them?
I’m almost old now but even when young
I was wise to the trap of the lap
old pervs dressed as Santa Claus
the creators of lifelong grief.