The Devils walk and I see them
Driving me to Social Destruction
Chaotic and unnerving my potted soil
In the Garden of Eden's tomato

Some how it is strange
The appearance of monks in my bed
Taken as a message from the secretary
Sitting, watching hippos meditate
In order to reach the inner of their snowballs

Look-y here sasquach pudding with ants
Running over the grill because they want some BBQ
Bat wings to go with their iron and steamroller
And I sat there watching them,
Still like moss I don’t know what I saw

Dam goddit some of a broach
I forgot about the pot roast pig in the oven pressure cooker
That is burnt, burning to a crunchy crispy char-coal cinder
Impersonation of the pig it was once before on the
Farm-acutical word wizard entrancing an incumbent presidence
Of benign awareness looking glass window
Kalaida-vision-ary

Pictures of old angry women unthrilled by old age
And youngsters and life in general as life
Withers like a watted-out bulb of petunias

Dogs barking
Dogs barking loudly

Car alarms sounding
TV fuzz hissing s s s

Loud noises fuzzing
Those ants haunting me crawling around my shower
Who do they think they are

Trying to clean karma from their little antennas
Communicator, tweezers, tweeters little bug pillars
Trying to find a bite to eat while creepy crawling around
Finding their way to a dead end void.

Ants entering a dead end void?
Would ants ever end a up voided out transaction
At the mini mart-ian?
A fuss hissing

The sound of creepy crawly dog barks and car alarms,
That repetitive silence
That absurd acid-quiet that transcends the perpetuality
Of the no-noiseness butterfly

And Ivan the Terrible, or Czar, the Tzar
With well fitted sandals to avoid the dirt earth ground
In which to walk upon soundlessly, soundfully asleep
In fluorescent light dream bacon

Of and for forest pudding cakes, and deer pie,
With blackbirds singing the chirp of Bryan Windham
Or whatever that guys name is.

He dreams of metallic-mouth-holder-open-thingies
At the dentist of paleontology looking into the cavity
In the mouth of God-zilla

No bacteria could live with the gamma radiation
Of the incredible stench breath the monster has
From eating all of those thermo-nuclear chickens

So mister misses hermaphrodite
Can you stick that in someone else's banana peel
Because your sundae split is splitting my head
A real canon;

Shooting the joy of life blood into that kotex cotton
Candy receptacle puff

Holy some of a funky bunch
You're dead but I still hear you
Your voice
Speaking insanity to me.
Rambling on about justification for killing yourself

Jumping bean and falling all the way to the stock
Of that gravy
Next time take the easy way out:
Death by suggestive selling ideas into my subconscious

Many of my masters have died, as when,
The same has happened;
When again there must have been some of the other time
Others were the masters too
And the same has happened to them

Barbarians raiding, and plundering, and raping our masters
Our masters rapping about barbarianism, and total control
Over populace and areas taken over by will power

Menacing memories of land taken over, and pillaged
Villages of time's past, yet still influence.

And power of greed,
And power, greed, and greed of power
Corrupting voluntarily societies of human dwellings

When in the end
Civilization as we know it will be no more

Delusion and mass hysteria-media influences
Of he said, she said.

Corruption itself is not of human conception:

Its seed is planted,
It's power,
It's influence.

Corruption is an eternal palace.
And corruption is a branch of the stem of the
Negative positive negative evil
Or imbalance system, that prevails with Simon says

And (in quote) "God's will"
Unbeknownst, to us,
The force of good and evil and other
Are governed by higher omnipotence

We give it entrance through our "so-called" thoughts
And mind flow.
What simple system can
Does
And will this corruption
Permeate groups into conquest?
When is enough enough?

Conquer, capture, invade, and corrupt all you can
But the spirit is vigorous
So in effect the entirety of an empire can, will,
Never succumb to it!

So whatever "it" is referring to
"It" can be anything to anybody.

And the point, moral, purpose, idea, view, meaning
Will remain unchanged by the fact of it.
And its prominent identity of truth

That can only be held up in a court of law
For the jury shall decide
They do not judge
For the judge doesn't judge

The jury decides who eats cake
And who eats worm food

In a local institution

The inner sanctuary,
For the ones in need of behavior modification

Or otherwise, live in a solitary solidarity

But the real prison is the institution of every day life
The world in which we are prisoners to

Imprisoned by
And institutionalized
By the world

In which is the self entertained surrounding
That is from the within, and the mind of idea
Of what a world is about or should be

The world and the dreams at night,
That tale a fill of time

The same dream that is lived every day
Ev-er-y-day
The upside-down pineapple cake that we call trial and error

What is relevant though, is conscience

The only separation between good evil,
Evil good,
Evil and unevil,
Evil and ungood,

Conscience,

It is the delicate balance between,
Which hangs on a string,

It is the battle of subconscious, and of the conscious
The movement and transitioning into the realm of
And from a conscious state of awareness into
A subconscious awareness

A subconscious awareness is the culmination
It is the culmination of the mind
Or the Great Mind into what is the human
Spiritual awareness

Understand that these ideas are relative to my distinct
Individuality

And of a dream into such an aware state is my goal
When you become subconscious of your reality
Or relative awareness is when you enter the reality of
What should be deemed the connective function
Of who we are,

When all our ideas collective, conscious, or
Unconscious subconscious
Become alive with the spark of life
United is the realm of conscience

With every pulse a divine intervention of thought
Transcends barriers of the blockages into
The subconscious

It is relevant to assume that the entity’s desires
Needs and wants,
Reside within what is the subconscious

So in a sum of it we should all become more subconscious
Or at least become within the awareness of our subconscious
Because when we are conscious

We are just dreaming of our awareness and awakeness
Subtly discussing within, between the balance of our minds
What is the delicate structure of conscience
When realizations of awareness come through

To the individual it is up to the individual to
Keep the channel of understanding open between
Within what the mind understands
And this is an effort to increase a balance of conscience

Now a structure of what we deem to be psychological states
Is profound in itself considering that we have yet to understand
More of what it is that the mind is, does, and what in relation
To the brain and the mind, is its function

To a degree that is as hard to conceive of,
As conception of the
Universe.

07/14/1998

Posted on 01/10/2010
Copyright © 2024 Michael Defries