So many Still crying
over presumed ineffective leadership.
Pleading for the beheading
of the hydra inside the Pulpit
So many so many so many false worships
It's nauseating and suffocating
in its pontificating Desperate inebriation
It's calibrated to keep you jaded with deflation
Waaaa waaaa waaaa waaaa why why
Why why why me?????'
Still locked in to the False Dream,
giving your Power away to a mindScreen
wearing faces of various disgraces
you hide beneath
It's so clear it's so clear it's so clear
that the Fear is pulling your puppet strings
Step outside the Political 3-Ring
Circus full of shiny things....
every player on that board is just a test
to make you more
if you can Wake from hypnosis
And trip Gnosis switch,
be the Glitch
in the System of which the prognosis
is Death by Delusion
and buried in the ditch of Collusion
Of which you participate
As long as you fall for the incessant debate
of who what where when did you choose
instead of the Blood of Power Within
that gives you the Freedom
to create in this Dream....
The Trump Card is a Waker and a Maker
to urge you to Cater to your own deeper Truths
The Entire program is disEased from within
are a plague that stinks when it sinks in,
long needle tendrils sunk deep in the Skin
Wonderful lil mirror of the Clear dystopian Plan
of the Self
that hides and dwells
in minds incapable of stitching
the Lies that Bind the Being to Ties
of Broken Sides of the TriAngle in the Dangling Lens...
Scroll thru the swamp of profuse self pity
and refusal to face the dweller within
Who points the finger at the Bringer of
in this tidal ocean of Deeper Intent.
Waaa waaaa waaaa why why why me
Step the Fuck up to the plate
and unStuck yourSelf
from the Velcro Hedgerow of Hate and Fate
you Wove in
Every thread you strangle from
was Stitched by you in the Loom
and every enTangled misery was and is
a choice that dangles eternally
Within your reach,
to choose and step outside the TimeLine
you help To create.
I'll play the Jester as the Story festers
and rest in the blessed Mystery of the Messenger
and remind you of your Power
and incredible Investments
in this unFolding Flower.....
compassion is not a sympathetic bow
nor a Silent vow of Placating beliefs....
I am not here to validate your narrative
I'm here to twist it into That and This
and play one side and then the Other
To skip along the chessboard of the Mother
That nourishes the Wonder
of this Collective Play of Self and Other....
I'm not speaking to the You that fears
I'm speaking to the True Being that dwells
in the Mirror
of your Seeing
the New Feeling that's birthing through
the Intensity of Living the accumulation and delivery
of all the painful Visions
of your Participation in Actions
asserted since the 'Beginning of Time'
It was you and me,
in this hemi.sphere
playing with Fears and Facing Years
of Carnal satiation ,
dancing with Sensation for the sake of Creation....
We All set in motion the rotation of the Angled
of Power in Number and Prayer in Pain,
whispers of Memory in Tears and Rain ...
Moments of Misery can never Stain
the Deepest Spirit of Self
the secret Dwelling of Awareness that Molds the Game.
for the woven web and the Blood
as myriad Me.s in Minds of dread ,
wandering souls in the land of the dead.
We face our own feats
in mirrors of deceit and
what a trip it is Being Here Now.
Blissed Be, my Sacred Family
Sip the nectar of infinity
And Grow the Seed
You fleshed yourSelf to Be
Copyright Charleen Johnston