October City—Spring Flash…

132‘Shining candles and harbor flash…From sea today and follow tide…Come to harbor—sirens call…Shining candles and harbor flash…From sea to safety side tonight.’

Flash-Dash and Streaks touch world along these places called ‘Swindle Park’ and across those places tucked down-low between and below Triple Viaducts—twin ruined and one complete. Flash-Dash and Streaks ground to rounding shapes and sparks crash-burn among twin faced-tumble-rumble—crumbled slabs of once concrete-shapes and marbled disks and granite stones—marking graves of those more or less and always flesh-dead and flash gone.

Flash—Fear stir hearts and images dash among the ruins of loss-increase or additional decrease—not instructs of constructs-destructs—simply here and gone and back again. Way-of–life-facts-matter-more-less-import-export-unimportant—matters-little or lessons-less-scar—hearts stir—breathe—catch and release…Still—Animate-imitated life as the silent sounds of folk-scurry-hurry-worry cause days of notions known—and the motion of future wig-waggle prayer and intimate—initiate Life—mute-points—of stop-to-go and back-again. Wig-waggled stars—wig-waggled bars and scars of wig-waggled hope and strangled-wrangled strength.

Where does flash of light and lighted-fit-to-starts-to-end-to-back-again—begin-again or end-again? Light-to-lighted again-of streaks and flashes—bright-subdued-enhanced-increased ’til eyes—too bright-to-shine fill—spill and will darkness soft-to-see—to be as streak-flash-dash ‘cross Swindle Park and brighten October City again-to-end and back-again and rumble-tumble sound—‘Say’—ground-to-clouds of layered sky and dawns of bright-grey—‘Way…’

To hell with Lies-of-Government—and we really know these lies—don’t we Now? Leave those Lies-of-Religion ’cause—if the Goddess had written a true Bible of Books—She would never have walked steps behind men…Paternal—Maternal..WTF? Everyday—She and He stand side-by-side—before the mouth-of-caves and die protecting their little ones? God created ‘first’ Man…WTF? ‘Religions first created God…There are many—first or last…Must be written by Governments to control—to kill—to rule and Governments—Religions do create hellish creations—donchathink? Oh Yeah! Around this wig-waggle-world—We ‘scurry-hurry’-folk do—Love-our-Children-So…Religions of Governments—Are ‘Never-Ever’ Required.

And! Beautiful you are…

‘There must be some way out of here” said the joker to the thief
There’s too much confusion”, I can’t get no relief
Businessmen, they drink my wine, plowmen dig my earth
None of them along the line know what any of it is worth.’

‘No reason to get excited”, the thief he kindly spoke
There are many here among us who feel that life is but a joke
But you and I, we’ve been through that, and this is not our fate
So let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late.’

‘All along the watchtower, princes kept the view
While all the women came and went, barefoot servants, too.’

‘Outside in the distance a wildcat did growl
Two riders were approaching, the wind began to howl.’…

‘All Along the Watchtower’written and performed by Bob Dylan

Destiny or Peace…

Leadership of Greed—Stop now!  Rebellion is upon you and your way has ended. Through peace and prosperity balance exists…Horror without either—ensues. Tis the Greed of Destruction. And! The goal of the warrior’s soul is to die.

Leadership of Greed—Stop now! Death to body is fast while death to Society is laborious and heart breaking and absolute. Beware; the death of the Middle East. It has not started— it is over. America’s war machine is great and murder is constant…How far must a nation go before it also falls amidst the spawn of gun-fear and violence. ‘Paranoia strikes deep and into nation’s soul it does seep…’

Leadership of Greed—Stop now! Are the drums of war also the sounds of desert fury? When sand storms rage across our lands how many grains of sand does it take to cover a woman and a man and a child? How much death causes a memory? How much servitude before freedom?

Leadership of Greed—Stop now! Toy with the will of humanity long enough and you die. Rebellion is not a gentle motion of movement and the change of painless alterations. Rebellion is the killer of society and an alternate civilization. Balance ceases—horror ensues.

Leadership of Greed—Stop now! The memory of bullet sound and the strike of metal to flesh becomes the communal scream of all women and men. Freedom from the immediate is the revolution of survival…Iraq-Iran-Syria-Palestine-Libya-Lebanon-Afghanistan—not distant planets…These are the names of Nations and the Home of people—Earth people of red blood and families and hopes and dreams and Life.

Leadership of Greed—Stop now! From the moment of controlled governance comes the roar of guns and slavery and fear and death…Let the stealing of the substances of survival and the ration of dignity begin. Humanity deserves far better than the control of the few with the most. And! When does fear turn to paranoia? Just before Revolution?

So! Dance now between the whirling and the twirling of grains-of-sand and flakes-of-snow. Call this dance religion and humanity destroys itself…Call this dance government and control destroys itself…Call this dance prosperity and ‘must have’ devours itself…Call this dance freedom and truth dies…Hunger binds a people…Greed divides everyone!

And! Beautiful you are…