Thunder

Through all the crazy,

the bullshit,

drama queens

in their giant machine

dreams,

my little brothers

taught me infinite

old soul wisdom,

far more than

all your harsh ramblings,

disguised,

albeit well,

as awakenings.

I see through you

to the other side.

I dare you,

stand in my dreams,

demented demons,

and just try it,

to tease me away

from my focus.

I shall not

leave here,

until cancer is washed out,

disease showing

a system malfunction,

spooky hallucinations,

brainwash drugs,

killer instincts,

drowning, in symptoms,

fear-mongers

hiding

in fields of poppies,

right there,

in broad fucking

daylight,

I can see you

Monster,

must exorcize you

out the body,

out the mind,

out the spirit.

We had enough

poisoned teacake

for now,

thanks.

Headed towards the

light,

my angels,

we are birthing

new cathartic rites and rights,

terrific transformations,

organic organizations,

righteous rebellions,

fight off the

fevered flies

festering at your skin,

our breath,

slows,

shaking loose

chains,

tearing down

prison walls,

together

we walk brethren

forward,

or not at all.

In the rain,

mixed with spices,

we

came down,

like thunder,

on the brilliant earth,

spines entangled,

magic moments

in which

lucid visions

lead the way

to revolution.

The graveyard bones

of our ancestors

rise

in holy places,

to fight as one

against the wrangled wraths

of this so-called

golden age, ha.

Bombs falling on

my babies,

I cried out,

why,

how could our

mothers bare it?

The sight

had me

curled up

on the attic floor

sobbing,

your blindness

astounds me to headaches

and nausea,

lusting guns breeding

nothing more than lusting guns,

violence from our hands

shook the rafters

of our brittle heaven, and

frightened the

weather into

patterns befitting

a madhouse,

what a mockery of the

heaven,

possible on earth, that

I saw through the eye of a needle,

found the morning after,

as I stirred my tea.

The serpent

opens

the one

red eye

he owns,

hunted down a

hurricane and raped

her for it,

he hisses

paranoia out

on the masses,

like a drunk fog.

Year after year,

history after bloodbath history,

we think we can

FIGHT off fear,

cut it down

with weapons and

gritty machines,

with ugly words to others,

nasty slurrings,

hanging good men,

to prove what?

That you could death-out

the piece of him that you

saw in the mirror,

the piece of you

that wouldn’t die, 

dont be absurd.

Point that gun in

my face,

and I outright laughed at the thought.

To think I would obey

such a silly act?

Power with metal and anger

is illusion, you fool,

cant threaten me with death

for we take tea every Thursday

and she speaks of her sorrows and

I hold her in her sleep,

while she screams and shivers,

oh what horrid visions must flit

through that lovely little head,

I know her well and

thus,

from your rage,

I am free.