Social engineering dressed up in the drag of state religion A trick of the tail that sting of tradition taboos and hoodoos male and female two sides of the one multifaceted coin Far too many a lost penny spent in a storm Spurned and torn for just being born
The pride of humanity all glorious of conciousness upon a red carpet of vanity this slipstream of existence glimpsed but momentarily through a blur they loosely call reality with a cry to the Most High through a clear blue sky “Why are you hiding from me?”
Poetic words Words most appealing Words that play with you only to leave you hanging from the ceiling Words of the absurd … devoured by birds Words deceiving Words that may never wish to be heard Words most revealing Words that leave me … lost for words Words with true feeling
God … the ultimate Artist The supreme Scientist The intimate presence within and throughout this existence Regenesis … poetry in motion Is she masculine or is he feminine? Is the answer beyond our understanding? Are we just avatars in a game of actual reality Is this life an artistic documentary viewed through all the agony and the ecstasy the triumph and the tragedy? Have we truly been given a free hand by the Artisan Grand upon the canvas of eternity?
Or are we just rats in a laboratory? A collection of quarks traversing the dark? Mere particles within the part and parcel of subatomic intricacy? An infinitesimal spark in a dimension mechanical? Speaking of relativity where is the power and the glory? A perpetual quantum crunching the numbers in some mindless continuum Is that the universal story?
The contradiction within creation a perpetual balancing act with the disharmony of destruction That spark of oblivion as sharp as a knife From every dimension in every direction a never ending question Salvador Dali whispering . . . “Everything that is contradictory creates life.” Conformity is death Imperfection breeding strife
For the children of a grand delusion who never stopped dreaming For those hurting through all the loving and the loathing who fell chasing their own tail like a sacrificial offering to a reflection glistening four sheets to the wind and under the full sail of a fevered imagination
Bursting forth from the Hotel Eden a thunderous explosion The trembling earth cracked wide open as from the fiery breath of a vengeful dragon Smoke and dust swirling Grasping flames Hot tongues of venom Shattered glass descending as vicious rain over everything broken The dead and the dying a shrine to destruction Upon the bloodied lips of dazed confusion a burning question . . . “How could a loving God allow this to happen?”