the truth

what they will believe in one age
will change with the next
the flesh is ever filled with another

the writer all cynical and lost finds the truth
stares into it's cold dead eyes
they offer no cogent reason
to leave the dance of the drunken moment
and follow them
into their misery

still he knows
he will not be a defeated father
does not walk away
and leave truth
orphaned from mind
dyng ignoble
on the farside of the universes

he knows his
greif will be unblunted
even by the glory of resurrections

this time he is no socrates
slipping away smiling
content he has lived his rules
and will fight another day

no
this time he IS A GLADIATOR
STANDING
UNVANQuishable
in the arena
LIONS AT HIS SIDE

he raises his sword to the people in SALUTE
takes his bow and heads off to a party with his buds

human = enemy

HUMAN = DECIEVER
HUMAN = IGNOBLE PREDATOR
HUMAN = OVER-POPULATION
HUMAN = ENVIRONMENTAL DISASTERS
HUMAN = DESTROYER OF SPECIES
HUMAN = RAPE
HUMAN = MURDER
HUMAN = LOVE

my thinking is now isolated
from everyone on the planet
one against billions and billions
protect my intellectual boundaries with barbed wire
attack storms fire & lightening

No One tells me how to think
-- so many have been wrong
who gave me counsel
liars and thieves and politico's

The greatest minds of the past could not know the Now

No one has seen what is in my mind
this vision of the face of god

When I first emerged into your psyche
my love became pure grace

love without judgments
all countries as one planet
equal goodwill for russia and china and america

I tried to do what I thought was right for this world
followed the NEW INSPIRATION
given to me by the VISITOR that day on the beach
as my intellectual walls dissolved
back into a pure and innocent simpleton
who seemed to know more than me

Yes, I am HERE NOW

A voice erupted from one surprised man
A screaming visage filled me
demanded to be heard by the entire world

surprise surprise surprise
the world took note

Crowds filled the city
waited for me to leave my cave and take my throne

I knew they would sooner or later turn against me:
Revelations are always written in blood

an ancient voice rose up thru my flesh
began to spin a tale of coming to earth on light
to preach of the forgotten truths

a pathfinder sent out to lead his people home
thru universes and dimensions and unknowable
twists in the Over Reality
--- in which we are but a speck of dust
in the face of the sun

I wondered why the world cared
even as inside of me I knew but it seems so fucking crazy

I ignored the clues in my past
to the biggest mystery
the mystery that is now like watching
a movie filled with hints
that only make sense during the climax
& then seem so obvious

new years entry

This is the big one... you ready? We are going to take over the world this year. I expect to be king... though knowing you humans, you will probably fuck that up, too.

I have written about a fifty page statement about my philosophy, and setting straight the world on a lot of what I believe in. No one has the right to speak for me ever again.

I mean this. Some people knew what I was doing, like John Stewart and Colbert, but the rest of the world, and especially those who expect me to play in their idea of what the return of god is about, are going to be surprised.

I am going to need a long time to forgive everyone for what they have done to me. I have been fucked with in a way that quiet possibly is unique in the history of time... and then again, is exactly like what everyone else goes thru.... I explain the events of this winter in the upcoming essay... I am putting Waking Up Jesus, my new book, here... and yes, this is part of it... in a way. I do not know how I will edit all of this down, but for right now I think that the story is going to be poetry ensconsed in first and second person prose, and essay's...

I am not trying to destroy the world. I do not think that my ethics need to be shoved down anyones throat. This has happened enough.

Give the power to the women... the minorities... and the kids.

M. and I have somehow weathered the last year... Either she is a great little intelligence agent, or a woman of infinite patience (I believe in the later,but the former...). Oh, well.

I hope to be out of my prison here in chicago soon.

Look for an article on my show Peace and Pipedreams in High Times, and you can listen to me on Norml's show; go to their radio show at their station... though it is easier just to go to mine... you can find that at fearlessradio.com It is just a bunch of kidding around about drugs and the military and shit... but underneath, there is a very radical notion that everyone deserves respect, and their own way of doing things...

I am being rude now by writing this... Just KNOW, I will be on the air on New Years Day and hope some of you can call or im me at the show.

THE SLEEP

I do not miss being asleep
embedded in my fictional life
my head severed
bought and sold
passed around

the spaceman come to life
the wizard walking in the light of day
a specter who steps out of your bibles and declares
I Am

I imploded
my memories shifted
into a mish-mash of conspiracies
who would do this to another human being
I wondered?

HOW CAN PEOPLE I ONCE RESPECTED
GO ALONG WITH MY JAILERS?

My once friends seem more sinister now
my enemies almost demonic

still I prefer to be alive and knowing
and I will not leave YOU