Children of this night Only some will star the sky Only believers in death will die And fathers must feather the wings of women For the unfeathered masses dangle ridiculous Carrying crosses to phalayx filled tombs The future sails silence through blood rivered wombs That ripple with riddles of cows and spoons and births Moons and earths Sun-centered at noon
And here I stand Court jestering infinity Fetal fisted for revolution But open hands birth humility Now what you the density of an egoless planet? Must my spine be aligned to sprout wings? Im slouched into sling steps and kangoled with gang reps But my orbit rainbows saturn rings Mystical eliptical Presto polaris Karmic flamed future when saturns and aries And not Im a fish called father With gills type dizzy Blowing liquid lullabies through the spine of time Im certain of saturns rivers and all esle is fact So baptise me in the stars And wrap me in nighttime Moon blue Pupil my sight with orange balls of light And echo my plight Through the corridors of metaphor What else are we living for if not to create Fiction and rhyme? My purpose is to make my soul Rhyme with my mind Mind over matter Minds create matter Minds create fiction As a matter of fact As if matter were fact Matter is fact So spirit much be fiction Science fiction Art fiction meta fiction
The tao of now Is here amongst the living in the voice of children is the tao of now
You are the divine reflection of this earth She does not belong to you No there is no need for your correction All run in the same rivers All rivers run in the same direction
If youre serving the father theres no sun w/o matter Parent bodies discover water Bodies and drown Wade me in the water til atlantis is found On the sea floors of self Im starfish and unbound Heard the way of that mound is stone mountain Underwater volcanoes erupt water fountains of youth Test this carnal equation cancel out wind and truth Swirl me beyond sometimes Drench me water proof Let eve drop forever rain Sunsets on my roof As I sit on the front porch of my sanity Deciphering hambones to van gogh this vanity Oiled egos Canvased and framed To be reborn unborn unburied unnamed A reflection through a blood stained glass window Or souls
(There is a monster living Its the voice of children It is the tao of now)
Gone yellow round the edges Carbonated dreams and blurred daily lives But let family bring focus Out of swamps blossom lotus The muddy water blue daughter of infinity Gravity we water bodied bhodisativas our serenity As we rise with the tides toward divinity
Now... There is a monster living its in the voice of children It is the tao of now
Yes we rise with the tides towards divinity The muddy water blue daughter of infinity Gravity we water bodied bhodisativas our serenity As we rise with the tides toward divinity.... Yes we rise with the tides towards divinity Now we rise with the tides towards divinity cause we rise with the tides towards divinity
Now...
The tao of now Is here amongst the living in the voice of children is the tao of now
There is a monster living its in the voice of children It is the tao of now