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Brahma yawning in his morning 

is like to your first days dawning. 

On his mid-day even demons do pray. 

At brahma’s last breath 

the devil leapt to his death 

and regained his step by My side; 

for in his pride he realised My might. 

My will was done 

and is to this day 

so heed what I say. 

Forget prophets and pray. 

Miss out the messiah 

make no mistake. 

It’s only your soul at stake. 

Apathy…to sail or to fail

Scared of success
he tries his best.
The fear of failure
is as a mere trailer
on his life long quest.
To think is to begin.
To sink or to swim.
To swim is to win.
The poet he wrote his rhymes
in sandy climes
where the wash of the words
are blurred by the beach and the birds.

(new) a symphony of sympathy or Of G&D (warming up)

poems flit by on the breeze of the season
and could cause you to cry if you would listen to reason.

I am the shadow and I am the sun
I am ev-ery one
ev-ery thing
My song you do sing.
with fear I keep you near
but your fear is unfounded
only your body is grounded.

.Quality Controlled.
see Me within the sinner.
and yet again within the saint;
for We are all of the same Flame.

the deal sealed with a kiss;
ignorance is bliss…
once bitten forever smitten.
necessity is the mother of intention…
trial by fire.

Well done My son; I can see you’ve had fun.
Test them. See if they remember Me.
“yes my Lord.”
And if they are worthy.
“of course my Lord.”
You are My dischord ,
I would that they were in remembrance;
Set them some tests and see who thrives…who rests.
“as ever; You know best…but they shall not rest from my tests
and neither will they be bored oh my Lord.”
By My causeless mercy shall all that they own be stripped away.
That they may see Me all the clearer.
Enamoured as they are by the illusion of life.
“my Lord they shall love You as they fear me.
they shall search the stars for You in the yonder.
they shall ponder long on Your song that is Life.
i shall set them strife. beget their wife with blight.
hear their hymns in the churchlight.”
Let it be.
They shall remember Me.

(new) The Devil’s Disco.

…The Devil’s Disco…(with a slow bass rhythm)

Gather round my little children.
I’ve got a song that you might like.
It’ll put hairs on your chest and…
you’re gonna be here all Night.
The drummer is feasting…
Feasting on your fright.
you’re gonna feel it.
Until the very last bite…
My guitarist is gorging.
Gorging on your hate.
you could try to be kind
But.
It’s a little too late…
Welcome to My heaven.
Where there’s lots in store.
Get ready to dance as
As I drop. the gallows floor.
As I drop. the gallows floor.
As I drop. the gallows floor.
As I drop. the gallows floor.
This is My disco!
This song has no end.
Because what I finish…
I start all over again.
All over again.
All over again……..
Gather round you little bastards!
I’ve got a song…that you won’t like….

(new) Lace and pain.

out of place.
frilly lace her saving grace.
mundane complaint;
freedom is as thin as a…
layer of lace.
can’t wait to berate.
it’s the dominant trait.
the Dominant’s slave
is brave to crave pain.
refrain.
abstain.
lace and chains.
bend for the cane bitch,
you will be trained.
bend for the cane.

(new) The Test

it’s the season of bleeding.
angels and demons will be breeding.
demigods demonstrate the dimensions of dreaming.
a devil descends and starts to discuss
the reality of reincarnation and rust.
“You do know that you don’t exist?”
i nodded my head and the devil was pissed.
he thought there must be a trick that i’ve missed.
“Bring Me your blues as I’ve nothing to do for an hour or two.”
spellbound; he stole my stare and smiled at what he saw there.
a notion of ruin, an ocean of poems….the presumption to know Him.
he drily smiled and rose with a ruse of respect.
“I did not expect you to be perplexed.”
i shat myself as my body relaxed and the next track on the tape began to play.
Black Sabbath’s Black Sabbath. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J5yR5XhCIeg
i shall remember forever till my soul is unchained.
“So I’m not real, am I not? but what of the wicked within the world?”
at that his bat like wings were unfurled.
“Touch Me, smell Me, gag on My filth.
I fucked your mum last night, the perverted milf.”
i tried to tell myself that this is a test;
just keep on breathing and hope for the best.
what is will be, both for the brutal and the blessed.
and of the future; even demons must guess.
i saw inside us, him and me and the trees.
the dog, the daisy, the flea and the disease.
we are all made of the same grains of God.
and dance on the paths that He has preset us.
how can i fear the folly of the fallen?
i smiled awhile in deep thought as if naught were about me.
in communion with the Cause of plausibility.
the light of His Love from below and above
shone with a divine shine and the shadows slunk beneath our feet.
and again i did meet the devilish soul that had stolen my stare.
His fair form and hair unshorn, kindness i saw there in pairs.
“Remember to realise Me, and remind those that might.”
He embraced me as a father and i felt alright as he nonchalantly strolled off into the night.
.GLB.

(new) Scrappy’s summertime scratch

Finding fat fleas
dirty dog disease
Scrappy’s summertime scratch
makes me mad.

(new) single skin spliff

single skin spliff
come set us adrift
with a wicked weed whiff.
the nature of the sun is to shine.
what’s mine is thine.
mi casa su casa my brother.
after this we can always make another.

(new) Shabby-Chic Sheep

I’m a sheep.
Hear me bleat.
Shear my fleece
Cos bein a sheep aint cheap.
Take my wool.
Three bags full.
You must think me a fool
Yet ’tis i who stands tall.
I’m no shabby-chic sheep
That goes weak at the knees,
Asking to be fleeced.
Controlled consumer disease.
Democratic dictators.
Product placement.
Propaganda press.
Oppressed and repressed.
Celebrities side track us
While i watch society rust
And regress;
Though i confess
That i have faith in us
To rise and uprise
Through counsel of the truly wise.
To show true humanity and humility.
To resolve to evolve.
Looking for liberation.
Am i naive to believe
It could be so easy
As to break on through
To the Otherside
Of Love and Light
And the Eternal Mind?

Lyrics and photography by my own amateur hand.

(new) Happy Eostra

Pissing in the wind
and riding the waves
hellbent on heaven
what a waste of a grave
recompense is of no consequence
contradiction is all i crave
this soul is in shackles
such a sordid slave
can’t conform with the norm
bullying bastards are brave

Hari Krsna y’all