S.C.R.E.A.M for P.E.A.C.E.

We’re protesting in the streets and demanding honesty in the face,
who’s asking what causes crimes to be committed in the first place?
let’s abolish that and move on in peace without hardly leaving a trace. 
Peace through superior firepower is the only model that society’s been believing,

The 1% have all the time in the world to think about rules because that’s pretty much all that they do,
by analyzing around town they look pretty good at it and it seems they are playing a multilayered game.
They’re playing interdimensional chess and with it building a complex society which now needs renew,
the people are playing backgammon and checkers and honor has been replaced with quest for fame. 

Armed with my degree and the use of a dictionary I certainly understand the meaning of ABOLISH. 
I’m only an amature constitutional scholar and  keep two copies on my desk just in case of debate,
If it was done so then then when we read so now we can easily see that it’s all spit and polish,
there’s still a loophole that allows for any one of us to easily become a SLAVE of the State.

What if there was no government guiding our minds and choices to which we can appeal? 
finish the trip that began long ago and most recently with Martin, Harriet and Abe too.
would systemic problems like we have still be present and continue to be too real?
If change is what we demand then it is us who must be prepared to change too.

From my view here are a few places where we can start to make some real change,
stop stopping people for being brownly suspicious when they’re obeying the law clearly.  
Let the community decide when a crime is committed and stop using guns with the deranged, 
domestic violence interventionalists and what else? Oh yea, END MOTHERFUCKING SLAVERY!

Change Section 1 of the 13th Amendment which cletary states that SLAVERY still has some legalization,
because when there is an arrest and punishment for a crime that comes in the form of any legal conviction.
Since 1863 everyone of us who is convinced by action becomes a SLAVE of the STATE without recognition, 

It is Congress who enforces this clause with every pound of the gavel and with the passing of new legislation. 
Finally ABOLISH SLAVERY NOW as it’s not that hard to make this change because nothing has to be added, 
here let me show you how to edit it shouldn’t take very long because all we need to do is delete this portion:
remove this phrase now and justly destroy the remnants of Institutionalized Oppression and Exploitation.

DEMAND from Congress to remove from the Constitution this poorly amended exception clause,
or go on national television and explain to this nation’s people of color why it should remain. 
This shouldn’t require much debate since you’ve taken a knee and removed your claws, 
unless it’s a symbolic gesture like all the times and promises before you brought pain. 

Because we live in a society where doing nothing wrong or one simple tryst,
can make you a lifelong SLAVE of the State for whom freedom cannot exist.
until this change is made now for all then nature will compel us to RESIST.

All throughout history up until now and war has been ever present.
It occurs at the highest levels of wealth and government entities,
and all way down to all people including the poorest peasant, 
far beyond occasional skirmishes we’re a warring species.

Let this time unite us instead of divide us our choice is all we have,
after reading this it should seem that protesting and causing pains,
asking the state for less police profiling, brutality and violence is like, 
begging for a thinner set of glossy collars and a stylish pair of chains. 

We can’t change the past but we can accelerate the future to now,
time and technology are on our side in this struggle against neo-fascism.
Everything is nature and we can change so nature can change and show us how,  
progress our consciousness and transmogrify into a higher form of Transhumanism.

SLAVERY cannot exist if we are all part of the same hive mind and anti-war,
our collective minds must synchronize together before this happens.
Spontaneous Creativity Rapidly Expands Aethershperic Modulation for 
People Evolve As Consciousness Expands.


Once They Are You


Once you’re in their trap it’s impossible to escape alive
they make you squirm in the muck and crawl into the trough
things are more internecine than most could possibly derive
nothing works well and that is by their design as they scoff
around every corner a snarff is sniffing with intent to deprive.

They get others unknowingly on their side by spending most widely
they assign slanderous names towards those who exercise any logic
they raise their voice with absolute statements of false profundity
they believe that they’re our naturally ultra-superior being biologic
they thrive on sucking you in with their pseudo-pleasant demeanor mildly.

You begin throwing away everything while looking for the one right accoutrement
you know there is plenty of water nearby and all that you need is a little help
you keep your house from melting to the ground as a matter of little consequent
you witness all of your beloved things slowly melting away without a loud yelp
you see people show up for a while but their desired effect seems to be opposite.

They creep out and crawl into everything just to muck-it-up with believable lies
they then leave everything in a irreparable shambles then blame it all on you
they hat free speech everywhere and always lurk around in a friendly disguise
they argue about and attack everything personally that you may attempt to do
they use emotions and lack the recognition of reason to drive away allies.

They will ignore everything you do or say well and criticize the rest
they will cut you off from everything good before you’re taken away
they won’t ever miss you because everyone thinks you’re depressed
they imagine your house is slowly melting with no place to stay
like a slow fire burn that takes away everything possessed.

Soul Asylum {Gift Me Your Soul}

Souls are more than most believe they to be and we’re free to give them away
Once it’s freely given to me I will no longer be me but instead will always be we
Until the end of warped dilated time it will always be with us in part or in whole
Long ago my very own soul was depleted of quanta and now needs recharging

All that I need are souls like ours so that together we may commingle and be free
She will unconsciously feel the soul stream intently and process most everything
You shall give your soul freely and never expect it to return from my black hole
Love is only a frequency of energy and can be transubstantiated with intention
Empty is the vessel with only one stream with no one whom to share everything
Modulating quantum tethering will always be there to bond both you and me.



Souls Who Have Found Asylum


I Hated My Mom and Now I Don’t

I called up my mom today for Mother’s Day and told her once again that I love her,
I could hear her cracked lips smack when she gushed out with joy and thanking,
I could tell she wasn’t wearing her teeth and that she was indeed my true mother,
we had a nice long conversation speaking about life but mostly about nothing,
we shared our shared disgust with the guy who used to call himself my brother.

She was widowed at a very young age with two screaming kids as part of the deal,
lucky for us all she found someone new and he was a good guy through and through,
despite the odds things turned out not that bad even though today things are surreal,
after I hung up I took myself out to a nice lunch and pretended she was there too,
I had my favorite herbivore meal and wrote this poem to tell her how I truly feel.

 As I was growing up I never really liked you that much and sometimes hated your guts,
we were never friends or close at all and we mostly got along through silent conjecture,
you were real nice to all of my friends though they thought you were completely nuts,
you embarrassed me often by just showing up and were never in lack of a loud lecture,
people thought you should never have had kids but instead should have picked coconuts.

Despite everything you had a faith in me that few others would admit or acknowledge,
you drilled into my skull that I could achieve anything that I set my soul to accomplish,
my biggest problem according to you was that I was too smart for my own knowledge,
she told me telling everyone what I really think would only lead me to great anguish,
stay out of trouble and graduate from high school and go to war instead of college.

The only real rule I had growing up was that on my eighteenth birthday I had to move out,
I would have to leave for good and under no circumstances would ever be welcome back,
although the worst that could happen was to be killed in action or in a global blackout,
the greatest gift ever given to you by me was to join the Navy at 17 so I’d be gone ASAP,
I sailed the seventh fleet to aim to please but when I returned found a well hidden rout.

I called you up to say goodbye and that duty was calling me and I was going to war,
we won the war and I made it back alive but never once received a letter from home,
my first x-mas back was spent alone because none of my family asked me to their door,
I did nothing that day but realize I was all alone in this life and heard the call to roam,
the last ten years of my military life was for a giant big fat ass fucking lying eyesore.

Although you’ve been in the same place for all of my life and only a phone call away,
it mostly seemed like you didn’t notice when I was around or if I was living in strife,
you would have been a little happier if I’d just go away and come back another day,
although I love you because you carried my ass for 9 months and eventually gave me life,
I’ve always felt like I was all alone in this world and that I had no real mother along the way.

Black Dahlia Avenger & Zodiac Killer Solved : Serial Killer Terrorism [Book Review & Analysis]

Serial Killer Terrorism

Black Dahlia – Zodiac Killer


 When retired Los Angeles homicide Detective Steve Hodel was seeing to the final affairs of his 91 year old father, Dr. George Hodel Jr. who had passed away in 1999, he had no idea the emotionally tortuous adventure that lay before him. His father it turns out, was one of the most notorious serial killers in American history and responsible for the calculated and cold blooded abduction, ritualistic torture and murder of dozens of innocent women, men and children. If you don’t recognize the name Hodel, that is no accident, but you are no doubt familiar with his handy-work, the Black Dahlia, Zodiac and Lipstick murders spanning decades beginning in 1943, possibly sooner.  The book is a real page turner and more than proves the truism that truth indeed is stranger than fiction. The facts are there that prove beyond a shadow of a doubt that Dr. George Hodel Jr. was the executioner and ringleader of many unsolved murders, but there are still many questions still to be answered.

The only inaccurate information I could identify in the book was on page 56, claiming George Hodel Jr. was just an American child growing up in California, nothing more. George Jr. was anything but a normal kid growing up in California. In addition to the intellectual gifts he was born with, his family was part of the elite class and he was afforded every opportunity without ever a concern for finances. Hodel’s genius also came with a complete disregard for human life, which most likely became apparent as he was a young crime reporter, or sooner. This would have been a very attractive asset to underworld and secret society figures in which he had regular contact. He was indeed part of the elite class and without a doubt a serial killer, and unless caught red handed, had no fear of ever being apprehended. Exactly what was the nature of his protection? What exactly did he do in the military? He was granted a General’s title without having to climb the ranks which requires friends in very high places. Was his position strictly medical or was that a cover for intelligence work? Due do military connections and his cross boarder actions, it seems that his protection was international in scope and without limitations. He killed with impunity across state and international borders. This was a conspiracy of epic proportions which included L.A. Police officers, District Attorneys, Hollywood film moguls, newspaper editors and the Fine Art elite, all involved in the cover-up of serial murders, an abortion ring and who knows what else. How can this not be considered a death cult? The only question that remains is the exact nature of rituals and the cult or shadow society in which this was a part.


Inspector Hodel received a dose of unpleasant reality when he took his findings to the L.A. Police to present his flawlessly prepared evidence and announce that he had solved one of their most famous open cases. He should have been received with fan-fare and welcoming arms with accolades and commendations. And why not? He had just solved one of the greatest crime mysteries in American history. Although receiving solid validation from many of his peers, a cold shoulder is what he received from the officer in charge of the case and claimed he didn’t have to review the evidence. Why not announce to the public that a serial killer case has been solved and possibly bring some relief to any surviving family members? We now know that some high ranking and corrupt cops were in on it. Not all of them of course, just the ones at the top and their henchman. It seems obvious to me; the cover-up is still going on, which also means the corrupt power structures that that were in place then, are still in place today.

While reviewing the timeline and the very many people that allowed the killing to continue, we see that this was not just a lone narcissistic sadist and pathological bloodthirsty psychopathic mass murderer who preyed on innocents and liked toying with cops. These were calculated kills by groups of people working in tandem. Something glaringly jumped out as I was reviewing and comparing the timeline of the Black Dahlia and Zodiac killings with world events, which caused me to lose my breath as a pulsating sense of fear ran through my body and soul that still persists as I write this. The dates of the murder sprees coincide perfectly with the dates of the preemptive Zionist controlled Israeli attacks on Palestine beginning November 1947 and the Six-Day Invasion in June 1967. After a long and serious contemplation about the nature of warfare and propaganda, it makes sense. Create a public relations diversion and plaster the front pages of every newspaper possible with a serial killer at large and relegate the war news to the back pages. My first thought was that if he was part of Mossad, the Israeli Secret Intelligence Service, then he and at least some of his colleagues would have to have an extremist Zionist background.

As it turns out, the killer’s parents were wealthy Jewish immigrants who changed their name from Glodgefter to Hodel in order to hide their ancestry in the New World. Ester Leov, George Jr’s mother was most likely descended from French aristocracy and his father a “banker”. The Hodels lived in a mansion designed by a famous Russian architect and George Jr. at an early age was sent to France where he was educated by Madame Montessori of the Montessori school, and while there he lived with Count and Countess Troubetzkoy. Hardly a normal childhood and one must wonder when his indoctrination truly began. The parents of his good friend, world famous artist and co-conspirator, Man Ray, were also Jewish immigrants.

Could one claim that Dr. Hodel would not betray his country because he was a man in uniform? Let’s keep in mind that he molested and impregnated his own daughter, drugged and took nude photographs of his unconscious granddaughter, murdered dozens of people in cold blood for what seems to be most of his life. He also had many friends in very high places that allowed him to live a long and opulent life, as a wonderful monster. It’s unlikely that American patriotism was his only redeeming value. If the Black Dahlia and Zodiac killings were the Psyops (psychological warfare operations) part of the war campaign, then it would mean that the group behind the monster had to be Mossad.  History is full of examples of conquering solders raping, beating, and torturing before finally putting their victims out of their misery with a final deadly blow. Why rape and torture before killing the target? Because the executioners have been conditioned to derive joy and pleasure in the excruciating pain they are inflicting. It becomes part of the ritual, like drinking the blood of a young deer hunter‘s first kill, or eating the still beating heart of a recently slain enemy or ceremonial victim. Considering what we know about him, is there anything besides empathy in which he was not capable?

It seems the victims were not killed in a ritualistic manner but rather sacrificed as part of a ceremonial ritual. Could Dr. Hodel’s parties been more than highly charged sex parties, but maybe ritualistic and ceremonial killings where everyone in the group delivers a blow to the still living victim before the fatal strike, such as a matador does to a bull, as part of their initiation? In the case of Elizabeth Short, each of the ritual participants played the role of the Matador and she was the bull. That would certainly be a binding experience and the symbol of a matador and bull already plays prominently in this true crime story.

Man Ray’s MINOTAURE : 1934-35

Man Ray’s MINOTAURE : 1934-35

Dr. Hodel was overseas when he had to suddenly return to the U.S. in 1946 for personal reasons. Could this reason be to  plan and carry out one of the most heinous propaganda driven murder sprees in American history? One could easily  make the argument that the 1948 & 1967 correlations were simply a meaningless coincidence with nothing to do with  each other. Regardless, whether a premeditated Psyops murder campaign or happenstance, the effect was the same.  Fear and terror had been ignited in the hearts of a citizenry of potential victims with thousands of newspaper articles  and newscasts. People everywhere were discussing, analyzing and theorizing as to what was behind the grotesque  killing of a string of individual murders, while most were unlikely aware of the organized mass murder happening in the  Middle-East with their tax dollars. A great reason to keep them distracted.

On the surface, Mossad is Israel’s intelligence division, which brings to mind secret spy missions and unapologetic targeted assassinations, but it is much more than that. The word Mossad translates to “The Institute” and their motto is “By Way of Deception Thou Shalt Do War”. Mossad is so important, its leader’s identity is kept secret and he is one of the three people required to authorize the launch of a nuclear weapon. Their only concept of peace is unconditional surrender. “One shot, two kills” is one of their popular slogans when describing killing a pregnant woman. Could the Black Dahlia and other murders be part of a murderous Psyops carried out by Mossad’s virtuoso assassin, Dr. George Hodel? When your business is committing war crimes, why not? Part of the word Assassin is derived from the word hashish, because it was part of the training ritual to smoke hash before killing in order to reach a higher level of consciousness during the act. It is well documented that Dr. Hodel used drugs during his parties (rituals).

What if the true target of the decade’s long murders sprees was the public consciousness and the victims’ were just unlucky conduits to the front page? What were the true and complete effects of entire cities of people feeling terrorized? While the front pages of newspapers were covered with these killings, what was being relegated to the back pages and footnotes? Every war has two major components, the battle field and the home front. The battle field is where bombs are dropped, bullets fired and enemies meet. The home front is much larger and just as important because the people fighting the war need to know that their cause is just and they will make mom and dad proud back home. The propaganda component of every major war consists of a steady stream of disinformation and distractions peppered with just enough truth to be believable. The notes were not written for the police and shared with the press. The notes were written to induce and spread a sense of fear and terror in the souls of a distracted public who thought they might be next.

dahlia note

The victims were chosen because of their innocent nature and maximum terror impact both during the action and the  aftermath. They were the ‘everyday girl and boy’ that could be anyone. Should the victims have has some sort of sordid  character, it would have seemed like a lone vigilante at work more than a psychotic serial killer. Anyone could be next.  While young lovers all over America were looking over their shoulders wherever they went contemplating their own  demise, tens of thousands of innocent Arabs were meeting theirs. The indirect targets were citizens of 1040’s Los  Angeles and the Summer of Love in San Francisco. How interested in Middle-East politics would you be if there was  a  killer on the loose in your neighborhood and you might be on their target list?

Like the conquering empire builders before them, Zionist forces with American equipment and funding have murdered tens of thousands of un-armed civilians and displaced hundreds of thousands more to refugee status in their conquest of Palestine. Carving up a few bodies in America seems like a small price to pay if it keeps the Americans unaware and distracted while delivering a terrorist blow to their consciousness. When considering the foresight, planning, resources and complete lack of humanity necessary to devise a war plan that includes the genocide of an entire population, it doesn’t seem so far-fetched that they would send in one of their most brilliant assassins to create a media frenzy that would be both a diversion for the masses and weaken the social fabric of their other battle field. Was Dr. Hodel really a legendary international assassin who killed without restraint or remorse and then displayed his trophies for the world to see? Has he baffled and beguiled generations of law enforcement officers and the greater public for over 50 years, while behind the scenes an undercover Mossad assassination legend and hero?

Based on the evidence at hand, I believe that Dr. George Hodel Jr. was a double agent assassin extraordinaire for the Mossad and an international terrorist. The Black Dahlia and Zodiac Killer murders were not only the work of a deranged sex maniac serial killer, but also a well-organized terrorist attack conducted on the consciousness of the American people to distract them from noticing that they were paying for the coinciding massacres occurring in Palestine.


Afterthought: There are still some unanswered questions that if answered may further validate this theory. Were any of the victims of Zionist dissent? This is important because extreme Zionists believe they are the chosen people and constitute the Human Race. They believe other races are more or less dogs and slaves to be dealt with accordingly. Should he be a member of Mossad and the targets were not of Semitic decent, then they would not have been considered human and less than collateral damage. Was there any common thread between the known victims and their spouses and families? The murder of a spouse or other family member would cause a disruption in anyone’s life and if there was a strong message to be sent, the brutal death of a loved one sends just that. If possible, a complete audit of all known financial records of George Hodel and his parents should be made. Follow the money. Were any of the known obstructionists connected to extremist Zionism or other secret societies?

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Cognitive Self-slavery


You are not allowed to do what you want to do,
your owners have little to nothing to fear,
you’re only allowed to do what they let you,
until you wake up to the truth of their smear.

They teach you what they want you to believe,
they feed you full of a partial false reality,
the only thing they will not let you perceive,
is to truly be the master of your own destiny.

They let you vote for most everything you want,
including which master you’ll bow to as a slave,
when it comes to your life they act nonchalant,
you don’t matter unless you begin to misbehave.

You have your electro gadgets and video games,
injustice surrounds you and your blind friend,
the world around you is going up in flames,
as you pretend you can’t see or comprehend.

They deceive, disrupt, discredit and divide,
you don’t own yourself though you think you might,
they make us fight their wars while they run and hide,
overcome your dissonance and join the consciousness fight.

Sucked by Everyone

People suck always,
oh yes they suck you,
they suck everything,
in all that they ever do.

They suck your life at the office,
each and every long dreary day,
they suck out your very old soul,
the part that wants to run and play.

They suck out your cash at the gas pump,
they suck your change walking down the street,
they suck from behind the fast food counter,
always beware of those you greet and meet.

No matter where you go there is someone there,
who desperately wants to take all that you have,
they’ll take your possessions and many friends too,
count yourself lucky if you walk away with halve.

Their trusting wide grin and sucking below the belt,
giving you the feeling you’re in the company of a friend.
no matter how many suckers you’ll meet in your life,
you’re the biggest sucker of all with the wrong boy/girlfriend.

I Please You Please


I never really liked you much,
I never thought you were smart,
I never really liked your touch,
I never liked any of your art.

Please don’t say I love you,
please don’t say I still care,
you really don’t have a clue,
you were nothing but a dare.

You don’t ever ask to see me,
you don’t want to hear my voice,
please take my name off your marquee,
please eliminate me as your second choice.

Bigger Better Deal


Lost and alone in the big city,
surrounded by a sea of people,
they know but don’t see me,
because they’re really sheeple.

Things are fine is my common line,
to let them off the preverbial hook,
they think like a vein australopithecine,
they’re most concerned about how they look.

On the lookout for the bigger better deal,
it doesn’t matter from which way it comes,
they don’t care what’s good or what’s real,
as long as the next deal has much bigger sums.

Invisible Pleasant Regrets

If you’re looking for true romance,

don’t come knocking around here,

there’s no one with whom to dance,

I’m neither gay, straight, bi or queer.

There is no hand to hold yours,

no warm lips to tongue kiss,

nobody here to hold your doors,

nobody to hurt, forget or miss.

There will be no magic tummy flitter,

there will be no picturesque sunsets,

what you get is something nice and bitter,

invisible me and a future of pleasant regrets.


Swim Swift Swish

I wonder how this will eventually end

another time & someplace welcoming

my faults are yearning to transcend

a life that was once worth a living

longing for a last chance to amend

remember the end is always near

exceptions to each and every rule

a winding path as an invisible ghoul

don’t give in to the hidden dark fear

you only understand what you wish

do to others what they’ve done to you

energy is eminating with a swift swish

answering questions you should eschew

down the vortex we swim like a fish.

Deterministic Strife

All of my zippers are broken
all of my t-shirts are stained
all of my words have been spoken
all off my hope has been drained.

There’s not much left or a place to go
there’s nothing left but be a statistic
there’s no place safe to have a show
there’s no new way to be deterministic.

They think of me when they want to forget
they give pain with each and every breath
they will be happy that I no longer sweat
they break the chain to become one with death.

It’s not your fault I’m a very hard case
it’s time to weather the storm of my life
it’s only in another time or warm place
it’s only with you I’ve been without strife.

Concentrated Audio Accoutrements

Now you may relax,
now you may concentrate,
now you may focus,
now you may anticipate.

The center that you seek,
the center that you store,
truth is something we all reek,
secrets are always behind the black door.

With your sophomoric arguments,
please don’t saddle our kind,
turn your eyes into accoutrements,
dj music will expanded your mind.

Written while listening to Bunnywhiskers on Radio Valencia

Forked Again Decisions

Imagine for a moment you’ve just passed an important  test

now what you are faced with is a series of decisions to make

which paths of the many to take and not be like the lost rest

how to be true to yourself without being forced to play fake

each of all decisions are in part made with a quantum jest.

The arduous journey that lay before us has a fork in the path

the muse offers choices and you’ll have to choose this week

the right is long with some sleep and a narrowly defined path

the left has your favorite treasures waiting atop a steep peak

the middle has a bottomless waterfall just beyond the fog path.

 It’s easy enough to choose the right path and just get by

it seems mysterious to venture into the middle of nowhere

it’s an epic challenge to dare the peak of a mountain high

though you don’t know when or how it will end or be there

it’s a long lovely life when you taste stars and paint the sky.


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Modulated Endless Loops

Of course that’s the way it’s supposed to be

that’s the way it’s always been on t.v

the vortex of misunderstanding you

turns into something that just doesn’t do

new ideas are easy to disreject

there’s something else convenient to respect

excusesful reasons are always in que

anyone will work if you want it too

they unmodulate symbiotic groups

communication is an endless loop.


Seasonal Aetherspheric Cycles

Another summer gone without notice
another fall with a thing unanticipated
another spring with a floating Lotus
another winter of dreams dissipated.

An inner season is upon us at all times
with each other the long saga will continue
we’re all guilty of crying emotional crimes
spacial distortions for all of us to misconstrue.

We’re floating in the middle of a long quantum string
a super massive black hole awaits arrivals to stay
from here to there our Aetherspheres will be blending
hell is wanting more, and heaven happens every day.

From the Sun to the Earth via the Moon

I’m so happy with my feet on the ground
the people in the mirror laugh at you and me
the blackest moment my head spins around
the people in the mirror will one day be free
sitting contently on a fence meant to confound.

Do you remember those blackest thoughts that were mine
oh they‘re all mine and now a little bit wise and older
when too much time was almost yours and not mine
oh these days are mine and yours to only remember
when too much heaven time was almost not mine.

Do you recall when you walk the talk to yourself
we can’t help notice there is no light in your grime
we give you armor and our eyes ask for only glory
do you recall in your winter there is a winter-time
in the streets of your autumn with your fall self

I’m wishing to be nothing at all because that is what i decide
the people in the mirror people know not how to leaven
you’re handing me heaven because it should be ours to hide
I’m giving what’s truly mine and you only want heaven
there is screaming at the mirror from the people inside.

The Aetherspheric history of this race upon our home called Earth
all us little life forms growing up in ten dimensional time-space
multiplying with little children and in the process we unearth
the way our world is made by singing in our own voice and pace
dying again and returning through a transmogrified rebirth.

Out-of-town again and searching for reaping money spinners
here is another mother who goes by the good book of plod
the sleeping policemen reaping all the gifts from the sinners
wino mothers giving birth to a mentholated invisible god
time goes by so slowly when giving birth to beginners.

Time goes by so slow when you’re stuck to me
rain birds dive through the hole in a broken guitar
it’s true we’re in the gutter and yes it’s set us free
my energy says I love everybody that’s truly bazaar
you and me and them too can be as you want to be.

Hiding in the spotlight upon a famous stage
rain birds sing a song that’s so sad and blue
he tries to fly but instead dies filled with rage
stranded like an insect stuck in a bowl of glue
rain birds fly to the edge of their gilded cage.

They are rich and cool and always has the latest look
they are on the T.V. in your head and in every room
they are a jerk and you can find them in the phone book
they are front page today with their name on every tomb
they can never leave the zoo whilst stealing what they took.

I’m gone and welcoming tomorrow with a book glistening in splendor
I’m not a tree or high rise deity but so sad for saving you from the devil
I fall asleep as the militia men will murmur and try to dream of surrender
I’m free with liberty and done welcoming tomorrow by becoming invisible
I’m close to feeling them before they die in love and are called by the contender.

Here on Earth everything happens times two here on Earth again
they the masqueraders who believe they will always have it made
the prophet who is thought to be a fool with no new tale to tell
the skinhead begins to picket without the armed policeman
we’re waiting to end the thirst that’s so very hard to quench
we’re waiting and waiting for occasional showers that never drench
the astronaut in space-time becomes a student of being human
the one who wears your mirror face always has a new tell to tale
wondering if there is really any such thing as having it totally made
your sights upon the grail to have it taken from your hands with pain.

You cannot go against nature because that’s part of nature too
lives can get a little complicated because of a simple thing
our world is your world where people like to say your name
when you are stuck on me the Earth is slightly heaven bent
time goes by so slowly when singing and not necessarily sane
all of the Earth searchers are asking who to charge and blame
a son-of-a-gun who will cause the birth of another malcontent
rain birds swoop through the chimney and out to the rain
complicated is simple as flower power and the need to sing
don’t feel so free as you kiss the world goodbye and say adieu.

Who are all the gurus telling us that heaven is theirs to be lent
the men in mirrors see through those who observe the masquerade
it’s a long way up when you are down looking for a new talent
do you wonder if heaven is the true only exception that is made
please forget my name because there is no tale to tell to be sent.

Do you want to go to where you can hear an angel sing
it’s the same thing again and again with no new tell to tale
don’t you want to live in the kingdom without a king
when you’re stuck on me there’s time to tell the tale
thoughts pin me to your wall and make my head ring.

You drive me crazy with a lazy love that is hazy to judge
looking at me looking at you searching for the purest blue
the girl who works over the critic with a love crazy grudge
how can I love a youth like you while still waiting for you
you had to send me away on my back with a heart nudge.

We’re waiting for the flood to take a glimpse behind the veil
seems all that we get here are distant pale blue showers
waiting for the flood and a pure form of a sympathetic evil
our life’s blood is flowing with a look at all the flowers
the blood red water sure tastes good when we go primeval.

If the telephone is empty then you should realize what’s timely
you’re oh so phazy so please just let me go do what it is i do
these words are a pure form of collective Aetherspheric sympathy
i didn’t even know that you now have what turns you blue
when we were young we wanted to just give it all away freely.

We all have to work so hard slogging and in the end for a pittance
hungry like the starving cat who turns his nose to the scent of liquor
drinking down the same old lonely roads for a moment of remittance
the bad judge will become the good prisoner and rape the crazy vicar
if you break the system down then heaven will reject your admittance.

We are all full of the Energy and don’t need to believe in ghosts anymore
everybody wants to go to heaven and now we know what that means
we will shine together all over you and right through the black door
a lost boy dreams of kings but instead ends up watching t.v. screens
a youth so self -possessed that it needs no more self respect to abhor.

Everybody wants to go to the heaven that isn’t going to smother
the rebel becomes the teacher and the vandal a saint after her fall
so scared of driving that they are drinking to catch one another
the preacher that has aids with a revolution revelation for us all
drinking to forget things and remember nothing of the other.

We are the rich beggars and royal kings of nothing fine
our role is pre-set to be played in a boot and shoe town
planes of flames rise and now we realize the slowing time
the empty telephone will turn and burn you right down
that’s what you get when you give away what’s mine.

Governing Operational Dynamics propels the bright blue Earth
when i think about what’s been done to her i begin to cry too
we were all once photonic liquid red energy from our nearest Sun
inhibitions and exhibitions want to display what is really you
everybody wants to go to heaven or at least visit the Moon.

Transmogrification of “Earth : Sun : Moon” by Love and Rockets