Realms of hell in the mideast

These are the realms of the hell beings
The miserable streets, & dry desert air
Home to anger, hatred, fear
Dust in the street, & blood everywhere.

Do they not see
Not Mohammed
Not Buddha
Nor Christ nor Yaweh
Nor angelic hosts
Stir in their midst
Only Satanic hatred
Born in the yoke of religion.

False gods of every hue under the sun.

The male ego fever fears
The other, others, groups, finds tears
For theirs, their own, & others only hate
Sows the seed, cements their fate.

yet all have been torn
>From the same flesh, earth, woman, womb.
All is one in a circle sun
Around the world, the globe, love turns
Waiting for us to see this whole
Event was just for us
To know ourselves inside Each Other.

Can you not see?
That darkness rears
Its gruesome head
When so readily with violence rise up in anger
To wipe away, with strokes of hate
Your soul, your life, with such easy gait.

Truth is, truth is, what you see & get
Whether bright or burning, dark or wet
The empathy you have; the connection you congeal
With what is living, once lived, or long been dead
Is what you take to the other side?

No Virgins wait; no Pearly gates
No St. Peter, no Santa Claus
Just the knowledge inside you
You could have basked in love
But instead you chose to hate.

Flower Children

Jesus was framed!

Framed into stained glass mosaics
& story-telling
Nailed onto the Cross
And history.

Ancient wise Jewish saint of circumstance
Buddha in a white robe
Roaming Palestine
W/vagabonds & virginal Mary
Magdelenas

I ponder your intent as others put words in your mouth
Bask in the hypocrisy of the Bible beltway south.

Sweet nomadic soul in the land of the distant sun
Who can fathom the mystery of your being set so long ago
As we head into the year end feast of Feasts & feast of friends

On a never ending solstice spin
Equinox in a Phoenix sky
Celebrate a birth that never was when they say it was.

Slip sliding highway blues

Who can roll forward
With out any of this melancholy blue

When even simple songs & melodies remind us of friends no longer living

Or friends no longer caring that we care

In the crisp nascent November air

It might be Jerry Garcia
Or just a soundalike singer
On a radiator xylophone
Stirring sounds of memories
& a yearning for familiar faces
In a sea of alienation w/
No direction home

As I slip on down the highway
And in and out of you
Nirvana seems so easy
So transparent & so cool
I still can't help but feel I'm less the wiseman, more the fool.

Joerossi from the blackberry 11/13/2006

Slouching towards Disneyland

On the outside here
Rattled & ruffled
scorned and shunned
Shouted down,
shut out
Standing still while on the
Run

But its ok I am right where I need to be.

Who knows me the warm ghost of history
The silent soul who lurks below
Every conscious moment
Like a window or a hole.

Within the walls o' forever
The mechanical way the world dances forward flowing faster still
Into a Kingdom already at hand
Waiting in the wings as it were
For the sun
For someone or something to show me the way

For someone else something new to get us through

Some new Lord & His motley crew of creatures
A band of brothers, Jehovah's favorite choir in a flat bed ford

Roaring through Winslow
Leach like river phoenix surging like mojo rising over Nixon's ancestral home

Kill the fat man in the bath tub before he gets to tucumcari
Kill the fat man in the Santa suit before the clock strikes Disney

Something has survived in this jurassic state of mind
In the mystic morning daybreak
He awoke w/ round, black eyes

What rough beast its hour come round at last
Slouches towards Los Angeles to be born?

Slouching towards Disneyland

On the outside here
Rattled & ruffled
scorned and shunned
Shouted down,
shut out
Standing still while on the
Run

But its ok I am right where I need to be.

Who knows me the warm ghost of history
The silent soul who lurks below
Every conscious moment
Like a window or a hole.

Within the walls o' forever
The mechanical way the world dances forward flowing faster still
Into a Kingdom already at hand
Waiting in the wings as it were
For the sun
For someone or something to show me the way

For someone else something new to get us through

Some new Lord & His motley crew of creatures
A band of brothers, Jehovah's favorite choir in a flat bed ford

Roaring through Winslow
Leach like river phoenix surging like mojo rising over Nixon's ancestral home

Kill the fat man in the bath tub before he gets to tucumcari
Kill the fat man in the Santa suit before the clock strikes Disney

Something has survived in this jurassic state of mind
In the mystic morning daybreak
He awoke w/ round, black eyes

What rough beast its hour come round at last
Slouches towards Los Angeles to be born?

The Eye of God

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