between the ambiguity and the bars of time dead prophets fall from their thrones while the people remain frozen and fettered to fear with their tribes stuck between yesterday and promises of a better tomorrow
vague feelings around morality words of wisdom written on crumpled sheets of paper and this bin where things are thrown here we are tossed and turned within the binding perspectives of freedom and the absurd it’s then we realize there’s no one in fucking charge
democracy is that thin hopeful illusion that separates the haves from the have nots a demarcation point that points in only one direction down into the abyss where only the haves get to escape as for the rest of us? well the pyramids had to be built by some silly fool
With beauty comes ugliness with wealth comes poverty with love comes hate with peace comes war with kindness comes cruelty In struggling for balance one becomes unbalanced In the good we find bad in the bad we find good
tossed in the turmoil of technology all thoughts uploaded into cyber-space consciousness with a touch of a finger do I decide the on and off or does it decide me? am I a creation... a projection of this new god an illusion now living in the hard drive of the internet? google it... yahoo!
domestic disturbance in the backstreets of suburbia screams & four-letter words howl thru the naked night while children shiver beneath blankets with blocked ears love agony & those broken bloodied vows while somewhere in the distance young lovers whisper words of eternity & new seeds are planted in the fields of battle
sedated you squander passion for fear while all the time waiting for someone to come and save you here you are numbed and nailed to this cross of your own making abandoned by a longing long since forgotten here you are… pretending to pull petals from roses with no love in sight
So much energy in the air it's never ending It invades all our private spaces like a cancer that refuses any form of healing Electrified! All these words & images piercing every pore of our skin probing prodding corrupting all our nerve endings leaving our souls empty & numb Electrified! So many batteries charging the atmosphere with messages of madness Electrified! Another word for crucifixion but without any hope of resurrection