The Campaign Builder's Guild

Then, Now or Later, But Never Never

I've seen hollow eyes search for Truth
I've got a friend who's a loner and wants to
Not bear witness to another failed revolution
staged for fun and
I've got a friend who's a stoner and is just so
goddamn glad for it.

I've felt close but not quite...

I've seen mascara queens cry away their beauty
I've got big plans for my life, we're talking
PB&J plans, to start a macaristic revolution
staged to make shit go down instead of up
for once
I've got big plans for this luciferous insurgency

I hear more than 180 beats a minute when I lay down
To sleep in the drum and bass breakfast laced night
So I turn over widdershins in my sleep
Remembering that soul scorching is better than ball busting
And that some balloons never pop they just fly and fly and fly

I've seen vociferous promiscuity in Quetzacoatls
I've got no more patience for the lack of spontaneity
in the Second Greatest Generation and
ramiferous repercussions pierce
the cats and dolls with their bistro brains
too often
If there's one Google and one God then
I've got one goddamn googol of a problem
The diagnosis is gnostic Dacrygelosis
So

Lets tear gowns when we don't like them
Lets form a Balloon Liberation Army
Lets do it in the road and forget the cars
Lets be poetasters in the heat of the night
Lets drive to Chicago but first to the funeral
Lets dance in the rain as it pours and pours and pours
Lets laugh at cats and vegans
Lets tear down the government and eat ice cream
Lets kick down the doors in Sleepy Hollow
Lets build tables and bio-diesel giant mechas
Lets demand citations from politicians about improbable morals
Lets eat a Fibonacci of kalokagathiac foods
Lets start the New Jazz Age

I'll see to that.

Wowza.

Love the title. :)

Thanks!

Beck is in trouble now.
Seriously, not kidding, as I am partial to the sideways-rhythmic-anthemic approach.  There's a consious stream running contrapuntal here.  And I like it.

A Certain Charade

Stop the parade drop the charade
I know they say the whole world is a stage
But I know you got a much better soul                                                  
Than the role you play
In fact its on fire
Just one drip can scorch the script
And torch the set like a pyre
That will burn in memory
Of your dramatic history
What once was a tragedy
Is now authenticity
No costumes or comedy required
Just pure humanity unscripted and unwired
Does that sound like something you can do
Or is your own soul so unknown to you
That you haven't a clue
How to climb out of those clothes
And climb back into
The skin
You were sown in
And walk with the bones
you were born with
Instead of those props you perform with
You need a few thoughts to get going with
Well heres a few hints to go home with
Read your whole story
Word for word
No matter how long it takes
Or how much it hurts
'Cuz like it or not
Its all you got
From the place of your birth
To this very spot
And write your own story
And make it real and make it hot
Remember your on fire
And this is your shot
To give the world everything you've got
And if not
All you'll leave behind is a body to rot
Instead of a legacy
A light to help others see
That underneath this stage
Is the dirt of reality
And the world that we need to change
If there is to be any hope for humanity
In all this insanity...

But however you decide
To live your life
I've just got one more thing to say
Don't be afraid to drop the charade
You've got a much better soul than the role
You play.

Modern Slang
Kumarajiva himself would be speechless
I am searching for a idiom to repress
The meaninglessness more perfectly

The translation's flawless fidelity
like the root of the Bodhi tree
from my mind to those not me
can be striven for but not attained
unlocked but not unchained.

Apollo/Vostok Blues no. 1
all the cosmonauts are dying
the bleached skeleton of a flag
will be all that remains of the Space Age
can you feel the boil of rage
that that brings to the surface of my skin?
can you comprehend why when i begin
to perceive the graveyard of destiny
I get testy?