Holy spinning heads
At the pulpit
Practice nothing
And they follow:
Blind to notions
Not their own
From planted heads.
Theirs is a world
With no reality;
A tripping image
Of typeset words:
A belief in belief,
A faith in nothing.

Bash my brains
On permalum walls,
Resounding and denting,
Achieving nothing!
Raise his hand
To a stronger light:
A floodlight!
Is the power on?

Golden goblets and
Gowns of silk
“Give generously . . .
. . . We’re poor!”
Reverend hypocrite
Standing at the pulpit,
Leading the way for
Pew upon pew
Of vacant bodies
In a lip service
Mimic game.
See them stand and sit
And kneel and bless
And chant
And think of sand and beach
And dinner.

Bash my brains
On permalum walls,
Resounding and denting,
Achieving nothing!
Raise his hand
To a stronger light:
A floodlight!
Is the power on?

Not open minded;
Closed to realities
Unseen by eyes.
Hiding insecurities;
Bury themselves in
Worthless trivia.

What’s a lifetime
To an eternity?

Nothing.

Look over your past;
Revealed what?
You learn the fate of
Soldiers and fighters.
What are you?
A modern day soldier?
A fighter?
A nothing.

So what is your meaning?
Your motive?
Something you believe
And you practice and preach?
Or is it
Something you despise?
You resent?
But you still do.

You’re unsure of your future.
You’re scared!

So who’s in control?
Maybe you?
Planning for your future security?
No! its always
A slight source of mystery.
You’re alone.
Are you not scared?

You’re scared.

Jittering black forms;
No turning away!
Forms unceasing;
Greater projection
With minute affliction.
See its jittering,
Mesmeric frittering.
The gross dims:
Mind’s eye still gazing,
Still tracing
Forms and shapes
To be remembered
For the next case.

Carried over by eyes now glass;
Visions of forms to materialize.
The moth not thinking in his time,
The moth not knowing.

Regressing senselessly;
Unthinking levels;
Unwittingly, unknowingly
Appeasing desires
Born of earthly
Animations.

Carried over by ignorance;
Visions pertaining to dust.
The moth not thinking in his time
The moth not knowing.

Tombs for points of
Consciousness unconscious;
Unsatisfied perfection;
Insatiable contradictions
Of aims and goals.
Man unable to realize!
Moth incapable to see,
Or choose, decide
Appease, or worship.

You’ll be a moth.
You’re a moth.
It’s a pity.

The events ahead in a dream I saw;
A sordid sight awaiting us.

Take heed of my prophetic dreams
Abandon all your pathetic schemes
And listen to my warning.

The passage of history is taking us all
Towards the beginning of the next phase.

Take heed of my prophetic dreams
Abandon all your pathetic schemes
And listen to my warning.

Human intelligence overly abused
And pointless rivalry will be to blame
For taking the cycle to its next phase.

Gruesome destruction of man’s creation
Rebirth of his animal drive,
Kill to eat with no aversion
Living in rubble only fittest survive.

Take heed of my prophetic dreams
Abandon all your pathetic schemes
And listen to my warning.

Human intelligence.
Pointless rivalry.
Animal drive.
Fittest survive.