God speed slowing down

Time just keeps running ahead
with us all
&
soon it`ll be
next year
already
and you`ll be
wondering
whats happening
with everything
and everyone


whats the big
deal about this hyper ghost lord
and his  need for  speed?

why must everything
goe so bloody
fast all the time?

where is the exit
door from
this unholy speed track?

i want to live
among trees
and birds
in a world of eternal happiness
where time have
no power over
anything

yes i know

i am unreal in my dreams
but thats the beauty
of dreams
i can dream
of anything
and no one
can stop me

i wake up in a world
where time is always
short and man
is always in panic
or depression
from time
to time
and back
again

constantly shifting
from one extreme
to the other

in a sealed
vacuum of time
wich always appear
to run either too fast
or too slow

i have dreams
that make me wish
to never again
wake up
in time
for worry
in time
for sorrow
and in
time for
despair



suicidal tendencies
is a big part of modern mentality
wich borders on pure insanity
from wich there is
no salavage
but the medicine
of the shaman
wich can alter
brain chemistry
and reset all systems
back to its
natural animal origin

modern mentality
have no place for
those deeper
things that make
the spirit soar
and modern
mentality does
not want to be bothered
by anything that
makes it come face
to face with its
own idleness
and disgust
for itself


modern mentality
is a place from wich one
dreams of escape
either through
the television
or with other
psychoactive drugs
into altered
states of mind
where there are
other forms of
intelligence
that have other
stories to tell

Witch crow?

critics would
criticize amongst
themselves
when he spoke
openly of his
innermost
feelings
and they would
wrestle with his
thoughts in their
critical state
of mind
and try to
decode the
uncoded messages
witch emerged
as they read on
with the shield
of sceptisism
to keep them
from second degree
burns
in their own
persona

there was this
cutting edge
in what he said
a sharpness to his
language witch
appeared to sever
this from that
and make
colours blend
in a rather
surreal
picture of
virtual
madness


and then
there where also
that witch cannot
be easily summoned
but  through enduring ordeals
of wich grown men
often turn bloated and
weak on their
first appointed date

onwards he rambled
succumbed to
the idlness of chaos
yet at the core of
his splintered being
remained a silence
into witch he retired
when the hardship
raised its worn
sails for
sea

always onwards
and with no thought
of himself
but the idea
of expressing
that witch cannot
be expressed
without turning
all the minds switches
in all the wrong
directions
while playing
repeatedly
a backwards
melody



then he would
not pause
nor stop when
the curtains fell
but raise his
voice to the skies
and urge the Gods
to step down
in a circle of
the coven
from witch
there where
many
and all beautifully
naked

the wind would
signal their coming
through the trees
with a rushing
& whispering
breeze

and one by
one the gods
did
play  in their
flesh and rattle
with their bones
of
witch they all
agreed in
ecstasy

Friendly ghost

There was that  friendly
voice that spoke
of flowers in
the midst of summer
and whos
presence made
everyone happy
to be alive

there was this
good spirit
who went about
doing things
in its own
good time

and those who
met with this
patient spirit
where moved backwards
in time
to a slower
pace

Elevators

He was in another place and time
listening to and seeing with his inner eye
old rusty elevators
going up and down
from a very deep hole
in the ground.
beings appeared
to be on them
waiting to reach
their destination
in higher or lower
abodes

This alternative
reality appears to reveal
the hollow earth
theory as something
far more than
fiction

this idea of the underworld
being much more than
a realm of subconscious luggage
but an actual place
that can be visited
by  trance

this grand discovery
of a place beneath
the surface of everyday
reality
&

this feeling
of having been
somewhere
only heroes
of mythology
can compare
with

is not one
easily shaken
off and
forgotten