Tuesday 28 September 2010

Shambolic

Take the organic away
It has no place in this valley
Long gone is the day
Sneaked down a back alley.

For Mammon is in town
Take the money, feed the flies
Screw the dumb tourists
Om Shanti a lie.

It looks deceive
Apocolypse now
They've poisioned the water
And slaughtered the cow.

A shambles it's not
Shambala it's name
They shagged a virgin
And a book gave it fame.

So down fall the mighty
Who workship false gods
They prey on the tourist
And don't give a sod.

So take it, or leave it
Just walk away
True justice that's silent
The ghost that left town.

Friday 10 September 2010

Monday 6 September 2010

Where is reality?

What’s it like to be left behind when everyone else is right?
Why do I feel in the minority, in the wrong, left to fight?
How come the compass swings away from the centre?
And all of our force is in flight.
Where is reality? Has it gone with the night?

Our leaders run riot, they leave us behind,
Is it flight that protects us from facing our minds?
The midpoint is empty, a ghostly machine,
There is no real sentry, just rocks in between.

The left and the right,
The up and the down,
The forward and backward,
All this without sound.

Strong is the warrior who finds the right way
For life’s an illusion,
Between night and day.

So wake up at sunrise and search through the clouds,
The streets are all empty, gone are the crowds.
Wherever your journey there’s no place to go,
Apart from reality all this is a show.

A game we keep playing,
A dance to a tune
That none of us listen to, except a select few.

Where is reality?
It’s there lost in time
You’ll know when you find it
A sublime out of mind.

So come, succumb and come inside,
Life’s a reality that flows with the tide.

So take a deep breath
And look right and left
You see something out there
A dance in the light.


4B2.

Sunday 5 September 2010

Clear your mind

What is right?
What is wrong?
And what is left in the end?
Is it life, is it death, is it something in between?

Life is spin, there is no right or wrong,
But what is left of life when it’s all gone?
What’s left ain’t right, not by a long sight.

Left or right a polar split
A good left hook the boxers gift.
The centre is a void the earth it’s core
And life is a dance upon it’s shore.

The dance of life is in the music of our minds,
And those who feel it , know how it shines.
So clear your mind and listen to the dance
The moves you make are a fine game of chance.

So the left and the right are really an illusion
A poser’s position that has no conclusion.
The goal is the path, the fork in the road
Which has to be taken whatever the load.

So go left if it’s right, but most of us don’t
We go wrong in our bias for dumb is our code.

What we see in the world is polarisation
Dressed up as a gift called globalisation.
A mining firm has more power than a country,
And oil spills are a matter of money.

Clear your mind.
Let’s make these things simple.
What’s wrong with the world
Is all these dumb people.

They forgot the real centre
Is a place you can enter
As long as you leave your greed;
your placebo.

The void is the middle, a place to find
The mid-point you’ll see when you clear your mind
The fussing and fighting that drags us down
Is the blindness that stops us from being found.

Clear your mind,
And dance.

Dedicated to B.