(a jest, or call to arms?)
In two-thousand and three
My disciples and I
Let loose the prophecy
Tear down the lies
And set the peoples free
First we make the bells ring
Draw some eyes on high
Let our true voices sing
To crumble pillars
And topple the false king
Armies of real compassion
Gather up in all lands
Dressed in our anti-fashion
To stand before the gates
Retrieve our proper ration
We will scream as we need
No liar and fool can silence
Our stolen rights shall be freed
No more slave-nations then
We’ll be free from high greed
Discard the apathy
Remove the dark blind-folds
Open closed eyes and see
Take back the world we’ve lost
In two-thousand and three
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At This Moment
I can not be defined
By the limited words
Of false kings
And thier puppeteers
I’m here in my shadow-cloth
With bloody locks and blue sight
Walking with the blind some
As I listen to true voices
All true things echo Love
In real creation there is
The root of deep truth and life
And life’s nothing when lacking Love
But the false ones still claim
Behind their lies, that what we need
Is fear and anger, gold and hate
That we must buy all from them
The coins I hold, I earn
And I give them up
Only for what matters
Never filled with fear I must
Paths abound around me
And I’m inspecting each
For the prints of the false
And eyeing solid woods
I seek a way to gather up
All the good I feel in threads
To protect the love I hold
From the lies and murders
I don’t fight fear with fear
Except the kings may feel terror
As I speak the truth divine
It’s my hope they’ll crumble some
No one will kill for me
Lives are not for spilling
Even in a world of gold-tongued death
And angry childern playing king
I stand outside a war
And I just try to take down
The liars and murderers
Casting their dry stones
My arsenal lives in my voice
But I use it with care
For I could aid liars
With one quiet breath
My weapons are words
Sharp edged and true
I won’t breathe out again
The grey lie-clouds I hear
I’m like a ageless maple
Cleaning the air of poisions
Spread by the same fools
Fueling their hot anger
I give back only clean air
Truth ungreyed by smoke
Crisp and cooling it flows
Out in a slow web of minds
I’ll stand firm all I can
As I walk my gypsy life
For I’m a child of the moon
Seeking blue-green earth visions
For if I can touch with blue
Some minds that can almost see
It’s as little as my soul expects
From one who knows enough
Some sparks in this web
Light the lies and help the dim
While others light forest fires
As long as they aren’t in their woods
I choose to be a light now
Much as the cool moon is
High above us looking down
Into the shadows, good and not
From each seed I plant
On the wind-soil around
One chance of more leaves spreading
Is not lied to grey dust
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Empire’s Nightmare
Every time I turn around
You’re there egging on the violence
You sold your souls cheap
Now you help the lost to rot ours
Nations are fallen below
Grey clouds fill the empirical skies
Smoke from buring love
Rises from the ashes of our freedom
On all sides of the ocean
Of their greed, of this shattered world
Hope is failing faster
Lies fall in storms of fire and T.V.
Media is the weapon
They slow-poison us with daily
Foul songs fill ears
For big business is against us
Terror grips hearts abroad
Fear is all we’re fed by the crown
Anger’s only a step from fear
Lies create the daily illusion
Subversion of the hero
From defender to savage attacker
Revolution’s the new enemey
Subversion of freedom, the constitution
Freedom comes not from death
The seeds sown grow to chaos
On the streets the red will flow
As stars fall and blue rivers dry
As money changes color
It stays in the same bloodied hands
Masters are masters always
And we’re all their clueless slaves
Revolution stands as the key
Our chains can and must fall to dust
From our greyed minds and souls
Removal of the few is set to begin
Our dreams are not buried
They just aren’t woven with greed
We’re waking from the fear
Empire’s nightmare ends tonight
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White Black Hole
Dead as the mid-winter grass
Buried under snowlike-static
Fire and blood in the cold white
Ready to burn out, for you can’t hold on
Promises decay too quickly
Too far from your tongue is death
They die and shatter, solid as lies
Covering a believer in an avalanche
The fire that is unlocked truth
Witnessed in bloodied threads
Too pure for the white ice sand
Too much belief to believe
Defeat comes not from the real
Misconceptions cool all hearts
Now losing hope’s all you’ve embraced
Hiding behind the outside still
Leagues mean nothing in reality
Space filled with words and deeds
Shrinks before the clear mind
The real is forever so, and absolute
Fire and blood in long tears
Tear the mind gently apart
Lies held in unmistakable
Agitate these too-fresh wounds
Embrace or cast aside this hope
Lie not within a white black hole
Lie not about your true soul
Take no comfort in running to ease