collective commentary poetry (dwelling in the ghostcode) Pt.7
foolish ones lesser felt
manipulate symbols mash bodies and objects
raging cage reserve of higher animals
brightness and pattern at stupid speed
they film the black hole they created to consume themselves
speak visions no lonely weakling
alien birthmark surfaces the cosmic railroad
beware, these heathens, they will sell you out for a coin
prey on the poor, weak, cowardly actors,
pimps for hypocrisy, vampires of the highest vermin
the planet is sucked dry of its essence
the Sun, the Soul, the Spirit no longer matter,
just the selling of your wares, and stealing from others
as thinking for yourself has become a shocking experience,
punishable by death
everything you break, the spirit can mend
missiles dispatched do not harm the oxygen
state secrets no mob-government can transcend
destiny isolated from infinite robot senses grins
cosmo-deflector shields prevents wickedness from coming in
american children waxing above time must find
their way back to the New World direction in kind
their thousands things broken their frames in pain
johnbrowned-malcolm-xed-jacked-robbed and martin kinged
without human beinged they may forget the tribal game
drone wars flew swine into every zone
sister galaxies are puzzled by the heathen phone
combustion parasites divide the solar home
fred hampton oscar grant laugh at hitler clones
morons dance to the beat but cannot understand the songs
plaster crackers doggie doo
continue to wade in the cosmik goo
eyes wide closed, stereotypical boogers clog the nose
stimulus patricians & plutocrats powder, piss, and pose
the outpoot smells and sometimes the input smells too
do not let the absorbing, inclusive, expansive mind scare you
the true intelligent life-form knows nothing alien but ignorance
“rendezvous with america” should be standard reading, or suffer the consequence
in your hermetic healing closets, have you anything to spiritually enhance
wayfarer, dare you engage in discourse, chance, dance?