Mental Mystic 1

Third-eyes opened looking to the sky.
Consciousness manifests the reasonless,
objective Tao of the mind.
Sand of sanity slip through the hour glass
as beads of love drip to milk up the brine.
The Mental mystic’s electric influence enters the space.
The Shaman flies into the iris of the eye,
a ever receptive black hole of awareness.
By his hands we skip across the event horizon.
Leaving little ripples in the cosmos of the mind.

An ever falling into the ocean.
The chain of being the becoming,
Every moment another coming.
Kairos beckons.
The Mental mystic is always on time,
When it comes to the timeliness.
Negate the refusal to attend every moment of life
Time to swim in the ocean of love.
Time to drown in the becoming of the Infinite.

Back to the source.
Break the rationale mind,
Resurrected as a child laughing in a lotus plant
The Mental mystic sprinkles the petals in your heart.
Follow his blissful lute.
By which the dimensional gates are destroyed.
Close the eyes, plug the ears, hold the life’s breath.
The machine can only take you so far.
Break the mind and so you shall find.

Some forgot the empty hills in the heart,
Were once filled with a forest only evoked by art.
Mental mystic spread the seeds let the trees grow!
Alders, maples, pines, and elegant firs.
Turn back, break the reason
The fruits of what used to be are in season.
Remember Sophia, Agape, and Truth.

Goal of Heaven

I was standing there having a jolly time
a teenage boy with a gleam in his eye accused me of a crime.
He handed over a paper inked with a Cross.
The Christ-God seems to be the boy’s boss.
I open it up to see a huge number seven,
below it said “if you died today would you go to heaven?”
I better get the churches grace
And find my cross and bow in place.
The boy says “man you gotta get to the Garden.
All the dirt on your soul will be up for pardon.
Here eat this flesh and drink this blood.
Clear off all that sinful mud.”
I said “Boy, if all you wanna do is get up High.
Then your soul will surely cry.
I know you’re young man, but don’t be a fool.
God ain’t no tool.
I’ll pray for this illusion and fear to recede
so you can get rid of your spiritual greed.”

Brother's Keeper

Read the news
Deaths and starvations
A mind a man could lose
All for the pride of nations
Children playing in the belly of fatality
Women under the knife of circumcision
because of education with no morality
An oppressive future is envisioned
The seeds lay dormant in the minds of a child
The blood on his father’s hand will seem mild
When we see the poor
Do we hunger at the grocery store?
This old earth can feed all of Man
But the corporations have a whole another plan.
Now the God loving man throws his hands high!
Says where is my Lord? Oh, how can this happen?
Why do you God, Almighty, let the poor die?
Let women suffer?
Let man slay man?
Why are the swords not plowshares?
God looks down at man, maybe with a tear in his eye.
God bites his lip and mumbles, “why does man let man suffer so?”
“Are you not your brother’s keeper?”

Act

The world is turnin’
But the streets are burnin’
Busy at work this week
The bloated bodies start to reek
Of coy elicited proof
That your subjective world has no Truth
Ex nihilo this, ex nihilo that
A run on the treadmill won’t shed the fat
Swollen around your eyes
Blurring your neighbor when he dies
Yesterdays news
Governments abuse
Nothing can break the cycle
What was my score last time I checked FICO?
A world blind and bloated with wealth
A world burned and scolded in stealth
The horizon should be filled with fists
To let God know compassion still exists
Your Christian love doesn’t step out of the temple walls
How do you explain the weather when an angel falls?
Your blanket of relief
“God planned everything,” a comforting belief
We are not God’s puppets in a little sick game
Humanity as a whole is to blame
God gave us freewill
Adam and Eve were the first to take the suicide pill
The serpent is confusion in security
It’s will shrouded in obscurity
But oh, the fruits you shall receive!
If you just ignore what’s going on in Tel-Aviv
Did Moses rise against Pharaoh whose heart was stone?
Today, would he ignore it all and play with a phone?
Would the man going to Jericho die where he lay
If the Samaritan was having a busy day?
Would India be free
If Gandhi said “just let the British drink their tea”?
Go to Church and count your days
There’s no apocalypse no matter how hard the Holy man prays
Look over there Jesus on a horse of white
His sword covered in blood, but still shining light
Nonsense, no rapture is true
Just another excuse covering you
From the cold hard fact
That sometimes you must act.

Blessed are the Rich

Blessed are the rich.

Opium of the masses
God is the home shopping network
Pray for what you want to buy
Collect as much before you die.
Pray to win the lotto
Pray to the Lord Jesus-Buddha-Allah- like a dying motto.
Mix your consumption with your divine assumption

If God had a face I’d put him on the dollar.
If Jesus wasn’t on the Cross he wouldn’t be that much taller.
If God had a face I’d put her on a logo!
That’s right I said “her,” close your eyes and say no!

You’re so beautiful in your lambs fleece
Your sure to see the harvest feast.
God, you’re so blessed!
It brings a tear to my eye when I see that you have everything
Although you don’t feel a thing.

Does the spirit move?
In the souls of you who have something to prove?
Love your neighbor.
Love your Christian neighbor.
Blow the hell out of Muslims.
Love your Muslim neighbor
Behead those Christ followers.
Hey, lego my ego.

Where do we go?
Church, temple, mosque, the spiritual bank.
Buy my grace
By my face
Man, God tastes good when he gets you drunk.

Burn the Prophets, eat the sages, rip out the pages!
Dance on the bodies in ecstatic grace.
You do good to keep your power
Point and say “DIE HIPPY NEW AGE SCUM.”
What are they trying to tell you?
As you drop the ax.
“What did he just say?”
The gunshots make it hard to play.
“What does she mean?”
Hard to tell when she is so unclean.
God is love. I will love you all to death.
Shotgun’s cocked, black masks, and little bombs tick-tock.
God works better with nuclear war.

What happens when some silly man comes along and says
“Blessed are the meek, for they shall inherit the earth.”
Blow his head off.
“Blessed are the peacemakers, for they shall be called sons of God”
Send that fool to the chair. Watch him fry.

God’s laments.
“How can you be God’s people if you hate God’s creations?”
Humanity.