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Poetry

	
SPILL THE BEANS

I've decided to tell all,
   Somebody has to,
                         Spill the Beans
To grow the beanstalk
                   Reach the heights
                   Battle the demon
              And win.

Time is of the essence
      And the essence is Love

Her scent is everywhere:
      The existence of everywhere
Is the power of her scent.

                 Nose to Rose
                     The Universe explodes
                             Into Beauty.

People ask one another-
     Do dreams have any meaning'
     Revealing cryptic pieces of the whole.
           Dreams do come true
                  Imagination predates the image
         And by creating it, dates it.

What if we believed our dreams
         Before they came true,
Would truth become dreamlike
         And all dreams true,
       All perspective
                       Pronouncedly different'

If at all possible
     we best dream true now,
For this hellish nightmare
     of war, rape, famine,
     greed, disease, and debauchery,
Is a bad, bad, movie
     played on an old
                  and broken projector.




Time to direct
      Our lives toward living
Before our lies
                   and doublespeak
Negate our very existence:
     We are canceling ourselves
            out of the equation of life.
                     Two=Zero
            Duality is both limitation
                           and
             Infinite possibilities
                    One of which is death.

We are caught by
             The Emperor, Sky God King,
      A spoiled brat with all his things,
Careening down the highway
                 In this Chariot of Strife!

Come on down,Sky God,
             Get your ass on the ground!
Feel, Understand, Caress
                   The Great Round.

The mysterious Birthplace
           that makes our hearts pound,
Beating out rhythms,
                  Ecstatic, Alive,

It is Life that is Sacred
For what do we strive'

                     Come home,
                               Children,
                      Worship Mother,
                                Choose Life!


                            By Magick
                            
      
OTHERWISE You say its O.K., Mr. FDA, to poison my food that's what you say! You say organic can be engineered, All you are saying is virtually weird, 'Cause we know otherwise, We are OTHERWISE! That great big Other that lives outside, Yea! well, good-by Big Brother 'Cause we know you lie! And we know otherwise, Organic means pure just the way it is, You only want it engineered and poisoned for your Agro-Biz, So get out of the garden if you don't love the plants, And get out of Paradise If you can't dance, 'Cause we're gonna have some fun, now, So get off this planet, Or stop taking her Bounty and Her Love for granted! I say, Earth, Love it or Leave it, Ascend, Descend, Go to heaven, Go to Hell, Just don't try to sell me anymore Nike shoes, Made by slaves singing the Chinese Blues, 'Cause I won't buy it, And here's the news! Earth, Love it or Leave it! The time is Now! 'Cause we know otherwise, We are OTHERWISE!
VIDEO CHILD You learned so well, the speed demon spell; Shooting down enemies, it sure was swell- Jerking the joystick Learning the new trick Focus on the Target- Get ready, Get set.......HIT!!! Feel the victory of the adrenaline FIX!!! Now you are trained, but no one explained, the real life results of a deadly aim. The Video warriors fly without shame, Look down to the desert for their helpless game, Stare at the screen 'til the target is clear--- Aim Shoot And Fire With little to fear An easy victory, "Say, let's have a beer!" These children of video violence Never smelled the stench of death, Or heard the rattle of the last gasp of breath, 200,000 Dead, 1,000,000 Homeless, Unfed, While visions of sugar plums dance in the heads Of our Video children in their safe little beds We never taught them, Real people get dead! by Magick

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