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Do we really understand anarchy? Do we know exactly what its parameters are? Beneath the surface, it’s far more than unlawfulness or unruliness. Often revolutions are caused due to anarchy, because the oppressed seek freedom; they despise government corruption, deception, and propaganda, and so they fight against it. Due to the system, what is good becomes bad and what is bad becomes good. Everything gets turned upside down and inside out. The world becomes a topsy-turvy madhouse. When we endeavor to enact our privileges and rights of freedom and accuse the system of suppressing them, the system construes this as anarchy against the current law of the land. The system is threatened and jeopardized when we rebel against it, and so we are seen as anarchists. When our human rights and especially our freedom of speech and religion is questioned, ridiculed, or even violated, because we appear as anarchists, we’re a step closer to expressing the divine blasphemy of real freedom and peace, which the existing oligarchy endeavors to prevent us from attaining. Hence, anarchy is born. But when we see what is truly right, it becomes a holy anarchy.  Divine Blasphemy The relentless revolution of inspired minds Causes holy chaos and calamity across the land As we join together and scream our thoughts aloud; But the dark oligarchy spews back profanities of a law written in stone Which we passionately interpret as corruption! And we emphatically cry deception! It’s “we the people” against “they” the system Because greed caused this great chasm; Rule by, for, and of the people became a fantasy; Dictators in sheep’s clothing give lip service of empty promises Then as wolves they eat our hearts out; For doing the right thing We find ourselves behind the bars of oppression But in this dark regime What is right is made wrong And what we know as wrong, they make right; It’s an upside-down inside-out system; As we stand in defiance, resisting the face of corruption Fighting the enemy within our own land We are forced to sacrifice ourselves for those less fortunate To die for the Cause that they may live To unmask the evil behind the lie To reveal the lie for the wretchedness it really is And overthrow the greedy ruling class That the people may take the reigns once again That our children’s children may someday prosper in a land of true righteousness In a nation of peace, and love, and harmony; In the meantime, in this mean world, we must fight back with our divine blasphemies! Holy Anarchy Elongated streams of nothingness converge with infinite ribbons of everythingness Sublimating into levels of voidless causelessness... Eternal infinity’s yearning for never-yesterday's dreams And always-tomorrow's realities... Distant rumblings’ hue of cacophonous visions Where paradise is a gossamer image of beauty’s nonexistence Within the pulsing existential substance of hard cold absolute illusion... I feel the sheer emptiness of total undiscontentedness through ecstasy’s wavering flag of freedom’s longing for the illusion of human law To cease its crippling bonds upon the masses That it may dissolve into the vast vapors of harmlessness . . Our holy rage against the system is often unheard and unsung... Our battle-cry rings only in our own hearts, but thwarted by agents of the system... Paradoxical doublethink propaganda strains to brainwash we the gullible Into the lie that all is well and right with this screwed up world... Illogical dichotomy of the absolute abstract annoys the vibrating fillings in my teeth As the blood pumping through my veins leads me on a quest through life’s complete incompleteness As I experience the perfectly imperfect nature of it all Where purposefulness amalgamates with pointlessness... Hard crystallized belief prevents real truth from entering your mind... Concrete doctrine blocks honest questions from revealing your true heart... For meditating’s arena is Spirit’s wisdom through your humble openness... Mind-shocking words are free into meaninglessness at first glimpse As heart-openness absorbs the ethers of eternal truthfulness Where strict logic has no place... The impossible truth is made possible in our yearning hearts But the system ignores it and dupes us into the lie... Dogma’s crippling grip strangles life and prevents death which is freeing... Death that is life in the beyond-time... Death that is radical change of beingness... Death who is birthing new souls into the unfolding sublime holy anarchy... Church of Churchlessness When they say it is, it isn’t They talk, but no walk They say, but don’t do; Hypocrisy is blatant in churchianity The gatekeepers won’t let you in They’re afraid of what you’ll find; They are liars inside And you’ll only feel empty within If you listen to their truths; Any truth you’ll not find Unless you do it yourself Do it inside; So burn all the books! Trash all the dogmas! Believe nothing! Question everything! You won’t find it outside Only inside Cuz that’s where it’s hidden ... .in plain sight Finding it I walked through the doors that weren’t there I sat in a pew that wasn’t there I congregated with people who thought they were somewhere else They talked about a truth that was something else; This must be the church of churchlessness A strange church that wasn’t a church at all Is hypocrisy blatant even in churchlessness? I left this place that wasn’t a place Which is fine for those who fit into this placelessness But since I haven’t been able to fit into any place at all Let alone a place without a place I’ve decided to be a solitary To simply do it by myself Where peace is in my mind And I’ve discovered truth is inside; That’s where I’ll be finding it. Journeyers All We are all on a journey We all walk this path But we each perceive it differently And our perceptions become religions; Many follow a leader Several of whom are charlatans And all the restrictions, all the dogmas, All the man-made notions of truth and reality May just be another illusion; So when you think you’re on the path you’ll be lead astray instead; Often going beyond the “group” Can be more fulfilling; So if you find the tools yourself And go inside yourself And find yourself That’s the real path to follow. Dogma be damned! Proselytization assimilation Indoctrination integration Blind belief in one true church “Resistance is futile! You will be assimilated into the Borg collective” Of religious totalitarianism Unless you rebel Fight it, kicking and screaming Just get the hell outa there Before they brainwash you and bamboozle you Into manufactured dogma of a plastic god that a much higher Consciousness in its right mind would readily reject; Becoming the frozen dead in a refrigerator church Where freedom to see deeper is a joke And to accept their "truth” unequivocally And not question it as sound doctrine; To inquire beyond To think outside their box is blasphemy To contemplate the infinite To imagine the unimaginable Are silly fantasies to the plastic church; They proclaim their silly ideas are God’s truth But the universe stretches out and yawns in spite of them Ignoring their plastic platitude and dour doctrines; While they demand "We are right and you are wrong!" I laugh, "Dogma be damned!" The Sanity of Madness The technique of my insanity is directly unopposed to the method of my madness; For the divisiveness of my craziness is enveloped by the dichotomy of my deranged mind; One man's mental delirium is another man's supernatural euphoria; My little monk cell is just a room in the loony bin; My monastery is an asylum for the mad; It's all inside my head where the demented ravings of a lunatic thrives; And as I look into the mirror my Joker-faced self is laughing maniacally back at me! So I laugh back spitefully and out-maniac it! That's when I realized the sanity of madness that afflicts me; How else can you hold it together while you're falling apart at the seams? We're all crazy to believe insane things It keeps us on our toes Because when gravity slips away levity lifts us up; The craziness of tranquility screams across my brain which is an empty mass of nothingness upon which the threshold of somethingness gleefully becomes the way of everythingness; How else can we fall apart when keeping it together? The sane have no comprehension -- only the mad know! Zombie Love I love how your dry eye droops out of your cavernous dark socket I adore how your rough parchment tongue tickles mine Your long brittle fingernails rake across my bare chest in torturous caresses of bloody agony The little black spiders crawling out of your ears and corners of your mouth make me giggle with glee The bleached white bones gaping in your arms, legs, and torso makes me wild with gruesome ecstasy The shriveled gnarly entrails I gaze through your ribcage makes me groan with desire Your stringy grey hair is fragile gossamer webbing That glues itself to my whole body as we embrace In passionate undulating creaking throes of death... We morbidly orgasm together as we ravenously eat each others’ brains out! AAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaoooooooooooooohhhhhhhhh!!!!!! No sweat oozes from our dry pores No soft elegant flesh writhes in malleable motions in wild undulations... No shrieks of liveliness cracks the air around us... Just two harshly shrieking, bone-crunching, creaking, thrashing, Parchment-skinned, hideous creatures of the undead doing their sick and twisted thang... Aaaaaahhh.... zombie love! Faces in the Clouds I see wispy faces in the clouds But where are the silver linings? Where are the dreams come true? Did I just imagine them? Gleaming in pastel hues at the corners of my mind? With shimmering rainbows and pots of gold? Where magical carnival rides scream young lungs Where hideous sideshows display freakshow horrors I see freaky faces in the clowns White panted masks scaring the children in their nightmare worlds And animal balloons preying on their twisted imaginations And silvery helium balloons in your face... Yeah, just another nutcase-- If sense is ever made of it all Then I’m stark raving insane! Getting to me I won’t let her get to me I wont let her shit infect me I’ll turn away from her ugliness and I’ll face away from her disturbingness I won’t let it get to me I won’t allow it’s stickiness to afflict me I feel like puking Adding to the disgustingness I feel I feel like screaming Subtracting from the insanity of it all Finally I push the handle And flush it all away Until the water in the bowl is clear Finally... peace again! Lost in Paradox Evil vs. Good Wrong against right Yin and Yang What’s it all mean? Aren’t we here to simply experience life No matter what that entails? Doesn’t the Higher Power simply yearn to experience all things, all levels, All dimensions, all life-forms, Whether that be good, bad, or indifferent? Spirit enters the dense material plane And just goes with the flow, whatever directions that leads Because simply to experience existence in every way is the point; And so what of morals? What of karma What of repercussions? What of restrictions? If we’re here to do it all Why proceed as if walking on egg shells? Why not be devil-may-care and fancy-free? Why care what happens to me Who cares what happens to others? We’re all in it together, to take the ride through heaven and hell Who cares what we do? Why not sin for all its worth? Perhaps the point is for Spirit to experience all and everything So its numerous denser vehicles can learn and grow, through trials and errors; It must first devolve in order to evolve And as Spirit raises up the denseness As beings rise in vibration The force of opposites become obsolete Then wisdom through experience unfolds Then harmony unfolds And oneness is realized. Darkness Delving Delving on the dark side of reality Where solid brick illusion smacks me upside the head Knocking me into next infinity; Disoriented, detached, and confused I feel disconnected from whatever it was I was once connected to Via psychic umbilical cords and paranormal kite strings Or just limp spaghetti strands into oblivion; I grope through stone-cold darkness Blindly searching for solid ground, for firm footing But everything falls out from under me; Gravity is a cruel prankster When you think you’re rising above it all; Suddenly the trap door flies open And you plummet to your dismal doom; Dark night of the soul, I suppose Wretched nightmare of the heart, most likely; In facing fear’s face to plunge through the obstacle Making mountain into mole hill It dissolves into nothingness at last; It’s when I stop struggling and fighting, kicking and screaming It’s when I just give up and let go of it all The glimmer of light at the end of some obscure tunnel appears. Godlessness... Atheists are cluelessly lucky that they have the total understanding That something that should exist doesn't; Gnostics lack this understanding Since they defiantly continue to believe something exists that shouldn’t; Because since life is a freaking fluke With no laws of an intelligent designer No wonder life never had a chance to flicker into being Or to thrive for millions of years on a dead rock; With no greater mind to create life and the universe It all whimpered and imploded into nothingness Even before it had a chance to get started; Thankfully, existence never arose, But petered out before it was a mere puff of smoke; And so death, not life, has prevailed; Or rather let’s say nonexistence reigns supreme; Perhaps consciousness is an illusion Because we imagine that we think something exists out there that doesn't; So do we imagine we are even thinking? Or does thinking itself imagine us? Who is the real thinker here? And how can a thinker even exist in nonexistence? Such an existential conundrum that shouldn’t exist! What an ontological quandary that shouldn’t be! But if consciousness continues after death Perhaps death is an illusion; And if Godlessness is truth Then existence never was... The Watchers! If we are being watched Then who are the watchers? And why are they watching us? One slip up, and to the slammer we go! If we can’t trust the conniving watchers Who sits in darkness, creating rules of wrongness While realities of rightness are trampled on, Then who can we trust? Corruption abounds Deception flourishes Wrong-doers in charge While we hide our right-doingness If we are being watched Then who are the watchers? And why are they watching us? Now let me ask Who is watching the watchers? Church for Sale I once bought the church And the cost was my self I once believed the lie That buried the truth I began to question it all To defy it all And not fitting in was blasphemy Not obeying their plastic god Was a sacred crime My questions lead me onward Where truth was no longer hiding For the long journey inward Assured that the cost of myself was the worthy sacrifice And patience of seeking will endure my way And the joy of finding is gratifying But the giving to others Is the real reward! Now I’ve put up a sign The new sign of the times” “Church is for sale But the buyer beware!” Anarchist Superstar I caused a revolution I shot up my fist in rage Against the system of lies and deceit Propaganda was my enemy And I ate corruption for dinner I fought for freedom to speak freely I pledged for the people to lead the system And not become slaves of the evil oligarchy But the system had no ears But spoke with a loud voice That shattered lives and corrupted souls; I could take it no more And the people agreed I lead a mob of rebels into slaughter For we knew the goal of a bloody sacrifice All onlookers thought we lost But the battlefield of dead bodies made its point: The system was truly evil and had to fall For the wide-eyed spectators that remained New their place in the scheme of things They had to be the next wave of rebellion in the forces against the sinister system For their rage grew when they saw my pierced and bloody body In the midst of the crimson combat zone And my last breath was, “It has just begun!” And so I died, but as one who opened the door That would lead to the downfall of corruption From that day forward They fought with the strength and courage I had given them And although many died, others followed, and they never ceased Until the system finally fell and crumbled to dust And the people began to rule with the raised fist of freedom Hence, in victory they rose their fists and cried, “We fought hard and came far! Hail to Anarchist Superstar!” Invisible Armageddon The world grinds to a halt, yet slowly, torturously slow, Imperceptibly, right beneath our noses Just out of sight Yet you may glance it in your peripheral vision You might spy it at the corner of your eye But distractions will block your way Keep you in a fog You must keep focused in the undercurrents Perceive the imperceptible Hear the screaming loud voice within For it's an illusion to think it's still and small The puss of evil is rising to the surface For the invisible Armageddon is not near It is starkly here Raging wildly within our emotions Raving madly out in bloody battlefields Craving to weaken us and bend our knee That we may submit to the dark system But we must falter not We must stand strong together And fight the good fight in unison The dark power is here But, as one, so are we Unseen Apocalypse The unseen apocalypse has arrived The end is here Old ways shall be destroyed But new ways shall resurrect For the end is only a new beginning You will never be the same For change is constant A strange paradox that holds together the universe And as the Cosmos breathes in and out forever As ebb and flow, yin and yang continue to operate Then ends will always birth beginnings Hence the apocalypse is merely a transient thing And infinity reigns everlasting Now let’s make a clear point To reinterpret an old interpretation The assumed apocalypse is the end But the real apocalypse is the revealing So let it be revealed that when the real apocalypse comes It is not the end But the revealing of a new beginning Fitting in I don't fit in I never did fit in Living in a world of square pegs and round holes Existing in a place where there’s no place to go Surviving in a time where you can't survive I don't fit in I never did it in The clique is an illusion The cool group is a dream It lasts for a moment And it dawns on me The harsh grim reality that I don't fit in I never did fit in I'm fit to be tied Fitting in is not for geeks And I’m one of those freaks Fitting in is for the normals I'm one of the abnormal Fitting in is believing like everyone else It’s buying the funny farm Fitting in as a brainwashed life A bamboozled way of existing No, fitting in is not for me I go my own way now So fitting in is out! --------- To fit is out So then Fitting out is in Holy anarchy is chaotic good Fighting against orderly evil Join us in our holy cause Against the dark system Aid us in the revolution to thwart the cold war of the mass mind Where corruption, deceit, and propaganda flourish We sacrifice ourselves for the greater good We live to die that many will soon live in peace and harmony In the Promised Land of our hearts |
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