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Smithsonian Institute of Financial Structure of the American Empire

Smithsonian Institute of Financial Structure of the American Empire

(Thanks to all Free Hole Slam for the support, hope to do more challenges with you all)

I want to see the rain saturate and deteriorate
Skyscrapers and national banks to their bare metal skeletal existence
Let it enter the porous surface of the concrete
And watch oxidation work its magic on the building steel,
The imposing structure now suffers defeat
Expand and crack
Expand and crack
That the trembling beneath your feet makes you look up in amazement
A sight so welcoming, not one soul is cowering in a basement
Although the REIGN is over, the uncertainty has just begun
Like a fiend trying, fighting to stay clean
Where do we go
What do we do from here on out
Stop
Listen
Watch…
Crash
Crash like the NASDAQ did the economy some years back
And the clouds of dust from that ancient way of life
That once blanketed our hearts with fear
Now go billowing back into the–
Underground vaults exposing
An endless tunnel of gold
Serving as reminder of how cheap life was
And not cheap like some kind of salvation
But cheap like selling our souls never knowing its true worth
A labor so under sold, so over exposed
That the soul forgot its saving grace
All that was supposed to be cherished and to hold
Was discarded into the cold
In the name of the so-called grind
That element that rotted the mind and spun it out of control
Until all was lost before our very eyes
The needle got taken out of the vein
And the god that was once never to be spoken in vain
Now was forsaken
Its shrines of stained glass and golden walls of divine sensationalism
That once stood as religious permission for the Empire’s neo-colonialism
Now burned in its so-called sacred place, the realization that nothing is ever really safe
No amount of Bibles and holy water could ever put out the fire
Blazing in our hearts, the elements used to conquer us,
Our culture so far from us, how their religion simmered our souls in a great big melting pot
Ten percent left us homeless, how they preached god in vacant parking lots
Like their atrocities we must have forgot
How else can we explain how we allowed ourselves to rot
In the holy name of their greed, took elements of our divine beliefs
And stitched together christianity, pardoned themselves with “love thy enemy”
But none of which will ever bring back my ancient family tree
But why we blindly slaved to their imperialistic fantasy
That is something that is beyond me
And what legacy do we leave future generations
Who might just carry the mental capacity to break free from this hell-nation
With no leadership, what truth do they see about this capitalist dictatorship
If peace is ever looming, no nuclear fallout to wipeout its memory
What are we left with, what are we waiting for
To what depths of our imagination can we explore
The realms of our mind
The extension of our humanity
A future void of advanced technology
The community becomes the new social network
And as the dust settles, as nature detox’s herself
From the corporate pollution that terminated
Our children’s children’s ancestors,
We will lay a rebuilding foundation to a new way
Of life, learn from the mistakes of the past
Financial empires buried deep beneath the original landscape
New York waterways sink Wall Street into forgotten memories
Not even a chapter in Earth’s history,
Mother Nature just re-wrote history.

Today we are

Today we are

Today we are
Conceived
No more, no less
Than any day before
Or after we
Today we are
A breed
Of beacons
Blazing
Like indigo novas
In the night
Today we are
Cradles like shores
Where shipwrecks
And living oddments
Find refuge
Today we are
A child’s
Noontime fancy
Emerging galaxies
Away
Today we are
Potential
Burgeoned exponentially
At every movement
Today we are
Concierto
We are celestial
And solar
Today we are
Deities
Unto ourselves
Crafting all we
Perceive
All we know
And all we are
Thus
Today we are
Perfection
Defining our
Dimensions
Today we are
The most
Glorious day
We’ll ever make
For today
We are
Today

Folklore

Folklore

So here’s to a very good friend
Whose beauty shines outward, yea from within
Her actions are a reflection of her soul
Her grace like a mirror from god,
All she sees is her, but we see divinity
Engulfed in tragedy, she became our affinity
Never became like those in Vatican City
So she never was about “cash rules everything around me”
Blow out like mucus, more than a few cos
The system like an allergy
Just tired of sneezing man
Media got her working just to please her man
While he stacking chips thinking he some kinda businessman
But the CIA be the dope dealers man
He nothing more than just the small farmer ant
Succumbing to the devils Master plan
So what can a goddess do, what she about
After years of silence, the Queen began to shout
Like shit, I just wanna muthafuckin go out…
And save the world, cradle us in her arms
Like Garvey we can look for her in the whirlwind
Her spirit will be around us then
So its best to put on your dancing shoes
And get off your knees from those churches pews.

About Symphonies

About Symphonies

I wonder
How many times I’ve loved
Over the spread of my existence
If I have lived for eons
Have I loved for eons?
How many times over has my heart
Been pained
As it is now?
And does my essence expand itself
To make room for the
Baggage?
It’s interesting, the paradox found
In most spiritual paths
Many take vows of chastity and
Purity
In order to become better acquainted
With this Something Divine
Supreme
However we shall name It
Universe, Jehova, God…Love
Self
But were it not for love born among
Men
Leading to courtships and progeny
There would be no humans created
To long for this love
If the whole of humanity became
Suddenly Holy
We’d abruptly become extinct, no?
Many on these paths, whether celebrating
Krishna chants, or following Buddhist creeds
Or simply turning inward
Deeply
They all seem to share an understanding
That All is set out
Mapped
And predetermined
All is Always and Always Will Be
So if there are men who opt for wine
Over water
Murder over mothers
Or even just
Lust over love
Should they continue along merrily
Thinking simply, they are abiding by
Fate?
So that humanity might persist
So that longing may be born
Again
So that God may be found as a result?
Is this a dance simply for the sake
Of shaking?
Am I the product of chance
Whim
Or love?
And suppose I intend to be a God myself
Someday
Creating life within my womb…
If all exists within The Divine
Am I not already Divine
As well as my creation?
And am I not already seeking Divinity
Simply by loving my
Child?
How is it so that for centuries
Across cultures and lands, all those
Who seek God in Its most pure form
Do so on chaste and permanent paths?
And when they find It
Are they really more at peace with
Existing
Are they more filled with love
Than the love that consumes
Motherhood?
It is said that there are superhuman
Powers to be had in
Finding God
Understanding we are not these bodies
Instead we possess these bodies
Transiently
Monks are known to go months
Years without eating
A young Buddhist boy
Ram Bahadur Bamjan
Of Nepal
Is recorded sitting cross legged
And still
In a forest
For months on end
Motionless
Without hunger
Without desire
Is he filled with more love than
I, listening to Mozart’s Requiem
Sitting spectator to theatrical masterpieces
Or gaping yearningly at the man
I dreamed of
Wedding
Or is he more filled with
Understanding?
Or perhaps love is his understanding
And he possesses understanding
Without requiems, masterpieces or romance
So how now shall I saunter forward
Having lost so?
I am quite at peace being alone
But so was I well beside my lover
I wonder if in the hundreds of thousands
Of years
Before agriculture
And education
Primitive men sought spiritual paths
It is thought that religion was born out of
Agriculture
But religion and spirituality are not the same
Was there spiritual necessity between hunts
Predators and Ice Ages?
Many varied holy scripts claim these ancient
Men
Were born with God
And did not need paths or seeking
But holy scripts are religious
Most anthropologists agree Stone Age
Men exhibited
Signs of belief in an afterlife
So did the Human ancestor
Neanderthal
Here I am, the Contemporary Ape
And my kind with rocket ships
Particle accelerators and micro chips
Has yet to arrive at any cohesive conclusions
Likely because these devices aim to elaborate
On material nature
While spirituality is based on the notion that
We in fact are not material nature
…Though within this physical world we seem
To have come to quite the divide
Lost our love
I wonder if we really will need a Fallout
In order for all to understand
We are a collective consciousness
And need not be such separatists
But if we lose technology
How will we get the word out?
And if the human population should
Find itself on the brink
Could we afford chastity
Ascetics, monks and nuns?
And if not…however will we find God
Again?
Do we need overpopulation, discord
Hunger and pain
In order to inspire spirituality?
Or is spirituality lacking as a result of these
Things?
And if we die off
Will my essence continue to find love in
Other places?
Do alien populations know anything of love?
Does a sage bush?
Ask Masaru Emoto
He might well hold a key
For now
I live in between
Certain love has a corporal effect
Certain my body is animal
And of this Earth
Connected through physiology
Within physicality
Connected to all things Universe
But not quite so certain
The Universe really exists
And not so certain that I am this body
And not so certain of what love really is
However
Certain I love, love
And hoping that God is love
And that I love for eons coming
Even if eons exist within time which
Is a property of physical nature
Which isn’t really God
Supposedly
Allow me to think more simply
May my love be my spirituality
May my God be my love
And may I someday meet
Ram Bamjan so to ask
How he feels
About symphonies and
Mozart’s Requiem