Tao of Now

Children of the night,
Only some will star the sky,
Only believers in death will die,
And fathers must feather the wings
of women
For the unfeathered masses dangle
ridiculous
Carrying crosses to phalanx filled
tombs
The future sails silence through
blood rivered wombs
That ripple with riddles of
cows and spoon and births
Moons and earths
Sun-centered at noon
And here I stand
Court jestering infinity
Fetal fisted for revolution
But open hands birth
Humility
Now what you the density of an
egoless planet?
Must my spine be aligned to spout
wings?
I'm slouched into sling steps and
kangoled with gang reps
but my orbit rainbows saturn rings
Mystical eliptical
Presto polaris
Karmic flamed future when
Saturns and aries
And now i'm a fish called father
With gills type dizzy
Blowing liquid lullabies through the
spine of time
I'm certain of saturns rivers and all
else is fact
So baptise me in the stars
And wrap me in nighttime
Moon blue
Pupil my sight with orange balls of light
And echo my plight
Through the corridors of metaphor
What else are we living for if
not to create
Fiction and rhyme?
My purpose is to make my soul
Rhyme with my
mind over matter
Minds create matter
minds create fiction
As a matter of fact
As if matter were fact
Matter is fact
So spirit must be fiction
Science fiction
Art fiction meta fiction
The tao of now
Is here amongst the
living in the voice of
children is the tao of now
You are the divine reflection of this Earth
She does not belong to you
No there is no need for your correction
All rivers run in the same direction
If you're serving the father theres no son
without mother
Parent bodies discover
water bodies and drown
Wade me in the water
"Til atlantis is found"
On The sea floors of self
I'm starfish and unbound
Heard that name of that mound is
stone mountain
Underwater volcanoes erupt
water fountains of youth
Let's us carnal the equation, cancel
out wind and truth
Swirl me beyond sometimes
Drench me water proof
Let eve drop forever
rain sunsets on my roof
As i sit on the front porch of my sanity
Deciphering hambones to Van Gogh this vanity
Oiled egos Canvased and framed
To be reborn unborn unburied unnamed
A reflection through a blood stained glass window
Of souls gone yellow around the edges
Carbonated dreams and blurred daily lives
But let family bring focus
Out of swamps blossom lotus
The muddy water blue daughters of infinity
Gravity we water bodied bodhisattvas our serenity
As we rise with the tides toward divinity
Yes we rise with the tides towards divinity
The muddy water blue daughters of infinity
Gravity we water bodied bodhisattvas our serenity
As we rise with the tides toward divinity
Yes we rise with the tides towards divinity
Now we rise with the tides towards divinity
Couse we rise with the tides towards divinity

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Tundub, et blogimisega püütakse rohkem oma viha välja elada, kui miskit asjaliku kirjutada.
Kuid sellised tegelikult olemegi, vingume ja halame, mis kehva ja mis parem, aga millegipärast ei jõuta mitte kunagi sinnani, et tõesti midagi ära tehakse.
Too ajakirjanik Tuuli Koch, kes püüdis oma suurte artiklitega Savisaart toolilt raputada on ka lõpetanud. Inimesed said küll tigetaks, aga mitte keegi otseselt miskit ei teinud. Keegi ei läinud linnavalitsuse ette kisama, et Savisaar sealt uttu tõmbaks. Muidugi ei teinud ka seda mina.
Veider veidi, kuid olen kaotanud oma piiride tunnetuse. Kuid loon uued piirid, tõmban ennast koomale, peab ju lõpuks paikseks muutuma või ei? Kes krt seda teab, eks aeg näitab taas, mis saab.