Weaving worlds from words
pretending things real
grafting the events of the day into a Frankenstein
vying with a jelous Gods dream
interlopers in the field of truth
pretenders to the throne
lining up in numbers as large as the delusional
read of Jesus popping up in Siberia, England, South America
The brit one says Jesus was a transvetite
calls his followers Rainbow people and advocates legalizing hemp*
in Siberia he is the traditional deity with the hair and beard
Jim Jones, David Koresh
the sweeping madness
makes me wonder what pushes men over
into thinking they are the ultimate lamb
God's sacrificial son
sent to earth to have his blood drunk and his flesh eaten
the guy in Britian was a secret agent
who turned on M-15
the chinese kids who protested in the square are coming out of prison mindless
they sit around and smile at everyone, saying nothing
emptied of whoever they were by 20 years of only China knows what
they take our brains or take our lives
the choice of the master
and the slave -- which is truly the oldest profession
the poetry and fiction are bombs dropped into paradigms
exploding words that tear through the gentle worlds we pretend ourselves into
...for the sake of the children, I suppose...
where is the gentle hand of heaven
reaching down to carry us away?
Have to point out how this british jesus mirrors my own. In case... well, when you are dealing with Spies and getting messages out in the media, you always have to wonder what they really mean? In this case, since I support the legalization of hemp, and have used the sexuality of Jesus as a way to show that the deity would not condemn homosexuals, etc... and the only 'church' I ever go to is the Rainbow co-olition... well, from his travestite stance, to the pot, to the their name, the rainbow people... When I first read about him, I wondered whether he was a mockery, or someone who had taken up my cause, and was telling me, in their own bizarre way... or they had picked up on what I said and were preaching it through some stealth method that involved starting a cult... a lot of speculation came into my mind. I also considered whether he was mocking me... in this case, since he started out a spy at least, there is a chance that he still is one. The guy tried to get the intelligence agencies in his countries under control. I am trying to do the same thing. We have way too much in common for this to be a co-icidence. The world really is underground, and above-ground, is the seperation of what is true in this world. I see why spies say they are 'witting,' and others are, "Unwitting.' That is the part of the fascination with spycraft for people -- accessing the secrets, which they use as a recruiting tool.
Anyways... as I sit here and try to explain what it is like to be Alice sitting ont his side of the looking glass, this seemed germaine. I got to the end of the poem and read it and thought, I should not dismiss this guy so easily because more is going on here than meets the eye. To say that he has been driven mad by the intelligence agencies would mean that I would have to stop all speculation of what he might indeed be trying to achieve, which is if that is some kind of message to me, or a mockery... well, I would like to know. I have been amazingly obtuse about these things most of my life... I see why people tend to shy away from thinking about intelligence issues -- you really do find out that indeed, there are monsters under the bed.
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