blocked doors, blocked doors hiding little men see them march, in little rows each one wanting to beat the other clammering for the last scrap of earth that they can smother I am so damn tired of a world infested with liars I want to fly away from this dead rock floating in space I feel so all alone in my outrage at what they have done I will have a child to face and tell her of the foolishness of our race

we own your ones and zeroes and your skin and bones this is no grand deception just a narcoleptic plunge your dreams are our conception the real's a desert sun you have no more true heroes just the glass in the bowl you haunt cults become cultures when they turn pro before and after its all mind control but there is a place they can never find beyond the barriers of your mind as long as there's been history a pattern has emerged the murderous get thirsty to dominate the herd but recently its shifted into another form the killers all where neckties and hire out their chores

the scan slipped down the side of her wrist she was lost in day-dreaming over the friends she missed then a whisper behind her, a theoretical crime its getting harder and harder to flee these prisons of the mind a wizard was waiting, in an empty room the transfer was coming, from southern Veracruz then a whisper inside him, the code is compromised its getting harder + harder, to be a hero of the hard drive are you, thirsty for an ark? or a brand new home in the stars? if so, then there is a plan for you, at childhood's end are you a keeper of dreams? or a sitter in trees? if so, then its time to dance as if this day was your last the streets were buzzing with unexpected news a rumor was spreading of an unknown flu as the stores were clear a voice was heard to cry its getting harder + harder to find in this chaos, a design the nations were calling, through tense diplomats we must stop this madness and have peace at last then a whisper in hiding, from a master of lies its getting harder + harder to tell the war from the crime

you want to find your circles I want to find my squares you want to get more paper I want a reason to care this is the way to dive it then come back up for air whether wave or solid is neither here nor there

I feel the earth move, under my feet the shifting sands, the talking streams every song has already been sung prayers for peace, poems for love you really ought to get some sleep these late night vigils really aren't what they seem the ice already cracked the hull we're net in line to come in from the cold a storm to you, is a cleansing to me lightning strikes and burns a whole for a seed change is not a constant thing I hope we're ready, for its accelerating protect a tree and you go to jail we're like a leper who has some skin for sale you're a peasant with the eyes of a king but you still can't see that its not your dream his-story is a tale of winners that we're losers is written in our nerves but this is all coming to an end your turn to tell where the story begins

I want a window into the games that you play the pool is shallow but the walls around it a maze what are the reasons you want to own everything? is it a hunger or an inner child's morphine these are the last days of ancient sunlight the engine's burning but there's no sign of life we are a cancer eating flesh and bone is it a hunger to push it passed the thresholds? this is how the world ends and begins again death and birth dark and light everything's gonna be alright you look so tragic in your emaciated pose skipping on meals but gorging on new clothes we're always feeding the emptiness inside because its a hunger that only spirit can suffice the problem is time and what you decide left turns a corner and right takes a dive you can stare out the window or run and hide we're all gonna go so it matters not who survives this is the old world choking on its last breathe out of the ashes the phoenix will rise again we are the fires that come before a new spring don't lose the hunger burns in the heart of the flame

twelve billion eyes, stare at the heavens and countless sun, shine back through time turning back to earth, we find divisions that are only real, inside our minds there's a master key, that will open everything, that we're looking for but none of us, has found the latches as we're fighting, for first at the door I want to, find a single truth I love you is my only absolute the future, is a fractal that depends on the actions of every woman and man we can look into the heart of an atom but know nothing, of another's soul the Ancient Ones will keep returning until the blue and red, turns indigo I want to, find a single truth I love you is my only absolute we will find, a way out of this mess for paradise, is closer than our very breath

"The human body is in reality very weak; there is no physical body more delicately constituted. One mosquito will distress it; the smallest quantity of poison will destroy it; if respiration ceases for a moment, it will die. What instrument could be weaker and more delicate? A blade of grass severed from the root may live an hour, whereas a human body deprived of its forces may die in one minute. But in the proportion that the human body is weak, the spirit of man is strong. It can control natural phenomena; it is a supernatural power which transcends all contingent beings. It has immortal life, which nothing can destroy or pervert. If all the kingdoms of life arise against the immortal spirit of man and seek its destruction, this immortal spirit, singly and alone, can withstand their attacks in fearless firmness and resolution because it is indestructible and empowered with supreme natural virtues. For this reason we say that the spirit of man can penetrate and discover the realities of all things, can solve the secrets and mysteries of all created objects. While living upon the earth, it discovers the stars and their satellites; it travels underground, finds the metals in their hidden depths and unlocks the secrets of geological ages. It can cross the abysses of interstellar space and discover the motion of inconceivably distant suns. How wonderful it is! It can attain to the Kingdom of God. It can penetrate the mysteries of the divine Kingdom and attain to everlasting life. It receives illumination from the light of God and reflects it to the whole universe. How wonderful it is! How powerful the spirit of man, while his body is so weak! If the susceptibilities of the spirit control him, there is no created being more heroic, more undaunted than man; but if physical forces dominate, you cannot find a more cowardly or fearful object because the body is so weak and incapable. Therefore, it is divinely intended that the spiritual susceptibilities of man should gain precedence and overrule his physical forces. In this way he becomes fitted to dominate the human world by his nobility and stand forth fearless and free, endowed with the attributes of eternal life." (Abdu'l-Baha, The Promulgation of Universal Peace, p. 263. Abdu'l Baha was the real-life personage who became the model for Kahlil Gibran's The Prophet.)

you went to bed last night tv glow, sound down low another day and you're someone else there's nothing such as frozen dreams its just a world of shadow play there's still time to reinvent yourself there is a land where we belong red skies and moonlight and no more need for the walls we built you and I, can be in love and do the things we dreamed of in this new world utopia