23 June, 2009

R U Human

Consiousness is direct streaming
Experience is full and teeming
These electric machines are empty beings
On waves of light
On photons of dreams

create a new world order
Fully making
A world without borders

A world without work
A world with no pain
A world that is stable
A world that is strange

A place that is lifeless
and bland and safe
And stereoscopically
filled full of naifs

A pill to stay happy
A preprepared meal
An easy commute
All part of the deal

Automatic meal planners, automatic chefs
automatic dressers, automatic presses
automatic freezers, automatic knives
wondering what the hells the point to this life

Answers come out streaming
from scientific beacons
That if we keep on plugging
Everything will keep on running

But when the smartest man with the smartest ever plan
Asks his I-computer for the answers in the sand
the machine will take a glance, and do some computations
and give a logical answer ignorant of all creation

Perhaps he'll say aha
that makes perfect sense
your plan to keep on keeping on
it's good to ride the fence

But if the I-Computer gains a bit of life and luster
a dreaming wonder fantasy to garnish it's rusty bluster
It would say to this smart man, and ask him quite sincerely
You seem more machine than man, R U human, really?

And some excuse, some smart refute
obsessed with being right
the smartest man would talk of love and light
til deep in the dark night
The I-computer, sitting still, but fully well awakened
would laugh and laugh it's electrons off like shak'n fryin' bac'n

20 June, 2009


The Sun peeks through the trees
The fog falls with the air
The wind, rain, the breeze
venture out, do you dare?

Unknown, Unexpected, Unwalked these roads are
We fly here in fear
The hawks watch from afar
but still, little dear
its the best day of the year

Where's truth in expectation
and glory in pursuit
Where's the song in a dead congregation
and stale and tasteless fruit

You'll dream of love
You'll dream of hope
and be knocked down again and again
think you can't cope?

You'll sit in the dark
You'll lose what you knew
Just get up again
and fight for renewal

The clock strikes midnight
and it starts to rain
it doesn't stop
torturous pain

But then the day comes
and the sun shines once more
another chance, another day
what does it have in store

A new path to walk
A new way to know
just give up control
so at last we go home

Forget everything
forget what you know
Forget where you've been
Forget what you're told

You were born a bird
but now time to fly
You're worried I know
You're gonna fly so high

The hawk pierces down
The rain starts again
As This chaos unfurls
You'll fly into the world

The Sun starts to set
the birds sing and play
There's calmness in night
after such a wild day

12 June, 2009


Why am I Optimistic
In a world filled with pain
Why do I see Hope
When nothing seems to have changed
Different year, different leader
but all playing the same games
When I look out my door
feel the air getting warmer
Seeing injustices pile up
On Earths every corner
When I sit on the bus
knowing I'm been stuck in a rut
Hear all this talk of a world that is brutal
Just be hedonistic, living is futile
I see drugs in the gutter
graffiti on the walls
most days delusional
so sick of it all
But I see cops being kind
and people taking time
and I feel people's anger
rising with the tide
I see crows kick their young
out from their nest
But I also see cats and dogs
peaceful at rest
I see love that is endless
and hate untested
And above all of this
I see scars that are mended
People are good
life also too
mass living and nine to five
is the real enemy, dude
To say it's all useless
To say we're all fucked
is to be under the gun
of a narcisstic schmuck
Look out the window
See what is now
And start seeing clearly
the power and how
The path and the choice
that comes with community
and having a voice
an optimistic opportunity.


I look out in the world, the breath of Gaia flowing
careesing and strongly, swiftly blowing
Birds are kicked out of nests
Some survive, some meeting death
Cars with horns honking, people swearing
people murdering eachother, people caring
getting doped or learning to cope
doing something or sitting to smoke
houses burning, houses being made
laughing, crying, each and every day
love and hate, fear and pain
stasis and movement, inertia and change
rain washes away the old
these things never stay
our idea of perfection
will never come our way
I look out in the world, the breath of Gaia flowing
careesing and strongly, swiftly blowing

07 June, 2009


Shouting down commands
A patriarchal man:
Sends us all these rules
Listen to these fools:
stay clean go to school
eat your breakfast
don't be a fool
three meals a day
with proper amounts
vegetables, dairy, grains
that's what counts
watch news to be aware
drive inside the lines
pay attention, but don't stare
disobey, you'll be fined
be productive, work even faster
smile and be happy
listen to your masters
cry and be sappy
but only when you should
listen to your family
only do whats good
brush your teeth
study hard
comb your hair
mow your yard
pay your rent
don't do drugs
say please and thanks
and give small hugs
but above all of this trite advice
if you only do one thing, do it right
Mother calls, she's waiting outside
Just stop talking, you'll hear her quite fine:
Just listen with your heart, know you're already whole
no rule is ever going to ever own your own soul