The other side of the coin speaks measures for the outcome. A small smudge on the record, We bustle and broil in our mad existance which is oh-so important. But easy come, easy go. There's always next year. But Mother Nature's had Her fill and our time is drawing near. And as fast as an eyelash, we'll be forgotten. The vastness of humanity consumed in one fairy wisp. Poof! Then back into the barrel for mixin and mixin. Tumble it round to see what we've been missin. If we had only listened to the tree huggers and peace mongers (...though they never make a dollar.) And tell me...ohhh! why have we forgotten?

It is because...

You speak. You speak. You speak. But never listen. In the name of the Father you blasphemy. Again and again. Twisting the His name to your own desires, till He's bloody and bruised, worse off than you found Him. Don't speak to me of such filth when your heart shows it's darkness and your only proof of reason is the starkness of your treason. You're not fooling me. Perhaps yourself and maybe some others. Your sins do not redeem you on their own merit. The hollow tin idols you flaunt have nothing on me. Your evil takes yet another shape. Who is mighty? Who is dirty? Who is right? Take it as you like. Label it what you will. There cannot be one without the other. And which side of the picket fence is your house on? It's wasted subjectivity in the guise of objectivity. We read for the facts but it's nothing but conjecture. An elliptical contagion spiralling further downward. Until the final bell tolls. Until the mountains come down around us. And the earth shudders in spite of itself.

You can't tell me these wars you fought were noble and just. Any one can see it's deified imperialism - gobbling the meek to meet the ends of your world domination. Anything for a profit. And the masses are pacified in their modern day complacency. And really, what can just that ONE person do? But most don't even get that far. They're stuck at the buffet table of electro-toys and glamour puss and un-real reality. While all the while somenone's covering up the windows that look outside. So everything is teacups and hourglass showtimes, showstoppers, teeny boppers. And youth mania forgoing the wisdom of the elders. Selling our souls for weeknight pretenders. And the Truth? And the Just? And the Righteous? How can they band together when every footstep and mouse click and monetary transaction is registered and compiled into some master file. A number. A letter. Each signifies a marauder. And nothings getting done faster than the lies and bondage; day by day getting stronger. In the name of Democracy. In the name of the Country. In the name of the Saviour. But none of it means what it used to anymore. Because the definition's been tweaked by those speaking the speak.

And where am I? In this big mess of a lie? Can't tell ya, dunno. I'm sure I'm a contradiction. Someone will always try and poke holes in your soul. But I write and I listen. And each word is a prayer and each verse, a missive. Throwing light to the darkness to see what I hit. These words, like so many others, are passed down. From hand to fragile hand. Reused, borrowed, buried, forgotten and rediscovered. It's all a mish mash menagerie of archaic energies. The flow relished, until the innocents are made zealots.

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Last Five
treasure - Thursday, Sept. 06, 2006
need - Sunday, May. 22, 2005
where is here - Friday, May. 13, 2005
save me. - Monday, May. 09, 2005
nonsense - Sunday, May. 01, 2005

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