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Mask of Anarchy

Stand ye calm and resolute,
Like a forest close and mute,
With folded arms and looks which are
Weapons of unvanquished war.

And if then the tyrants dare,
Let them ride among you there,
Slash, and stab, and maim and hew,
What they like, that let them do.
With folded arms and steady eyes,
And little fear, and less surprise
Look upon them as they slay
Till their rage has died away

Then they will return with shame
To the place from which they came,
And the blood thus shed will speak
In hot blushes on their cheek.
Rise like Lions after slumber
In unvanquishable number,
Shake your chains to earth like dew
Which in sleep had fallen on you-
Ye are many — they are few

-Percy Bysshe Shelley



How do you twist,

How do you shift

From the pure to the profane

From the meaningful to the mundane?

How do you turn it all inside out,

Corrupt the pristine sound of silence

Into an angry shout?

How do you let go of the real

And pray with religious zeal

To the gods of greed and lust,

Preaching and teaching fear

From birth ’til dust?

How do you explain it away?

How do you make it ok

To rape unto death

The beauty that gives us breath?

How do you maintain the energy it takes

To break instead of create,

To steal instead of heal?

How do you learn to be happy

In that arctic zone

Where the status quo freezes you to the bone,

Where peace and love are a waste of time

And freedom is a crime?

How do you learn to live In a state of war

Panting and chanting

“More, more, more!”

Never giving,

Never really living,

Staring Divinity in the face

But standing just outside of grace,

Just to the left of hope,

Choosing to be enslaved and separate,

Refusing to believe in anything

except the god of the machine.

It’s a fatal illusion,

A killing joke,

Conceived to leave you

Blind, desperate and broke.


Rainbow mantra

From the film Rainbow Bridge (1972)     


I am beyond time, beyond space

beyond this body and form

I am the being-ness that uses this body

to experience this realm, this physical universe

I am not these things

but the experience behind these things

I am transcendental to everything

that I manifest as physically

I am beyond this

for I see through this

I have been here for all time

and before time

for I created time

I am transcendental to  this experience

to this place, to this form

to this world of form

I see through the form

for I created the form

but I am not this

I am the being-ness beyond the form

I use this form to experience

this world, this universe

I am beyond all time

I am before time

I am transcendental to this universe

I am the same being-ness that is everything


Dissident Voice

I am the voice of the angry masses

The voice of a people no longer afraid

The voice of the poor the sick and the tired

Of those who refused to be enslaved

I am the voice of revolution   


Change the world

“You can’t change the world
But you can change the facts
When you change the facts
You change points of view
When you change points of view
You may change a vote
When you change a vote
You may change the world”
–Depeche Mode
“New Dress”


“A river of time”

by Kevin Sutherin

A river of time.
Constantly flowing forward.
Everyone must swim

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