M'Shi Ha M'Shi 

Shi Melek Shamayiim

Each day is a birth, an adventure, followed by the personal apocalypse, leading to revelation ... then we sleep, in dream, a kind of pyrotechnical death ... then we are reborn ... hopefully learning from yesterday ... doing it all over again ... each day ... Each Day


To be higher,
than my own mind,
up the stairs, in a tree,
singing sweet electricity


M'Shi Ha M'Shi Shi Melek Shamayiim


Currently a mayor of maybe 100 monkees, which was the plan all along ...


Have you noticed that most of those things we call terror or security or surveillance are essentially zombified zero-tech fear-brained zoo animals intended, successfully so, to scare only you, are only automated devices signifying nothing ... or is it just me?

M'Shi Ha M'Shi Shi Melek Shamayiim


 They found him beneath the stairs staring at your feet, but seeing your head,

all back-masked and Beatlesque

Ordering in, ordering out:
They found him naked,
running mildly about

They found him lighter,
mightier, than the devout,
in Las Vegan, New Mexico

They found him in Las Vegas,
too, too, too, turning off the TV,
staring back at you.

They found him on a tape recorder,
after having recorded,
a mad chant to an enchantress

They found him, laying on his back
on a mattress, having failed to pay,
with coin, to breathe Fox News air

They found him everywhere:
In journals, on bathroom walls,
on the covers of novels unsold

They found him brilliant, lit,
deviated and sane: They found him
listening to Jefferson Airplane

They found him scraping ice
off some shorecraft
in British Columbia

They found him with forty eight
states of being on forty eight
motel room keys, thumbing dumb

They found him at the Ritz Carlton
chewing Wrigley's authentic
chewing gum on the run

They found him totalled
in a Thunderbird car
he called "Blue Desire"

They found him riding
the next red micro-wave wave
raiding irradiated green wire

They found him giving back,
the gift that keeps on giving ...
They found him. They found him.

They found him, finding you,
spitting blood on a white napkin,
they found him, finding you.

These governments and their sociopathic corporate supervisors cannot possibly be  telling us everything they know, or, perhaps even more importantly, don't know, about the radioactive plume as it falls into the Pacific Ocean and gets carried into the breezes, and in the sea currents, west, toward North America ...


People should A) Follow their own advice; B) Remember the counseling they have already received, and C) A and B
Yes, during the hay ride, Prince Albert in a Can did notice that, in fact, there were going to be some obvious socio-economic-political differences between he and his Iowan hay ride mates ... but when that girl started to roll in the river of piss on the sidewalk in that little town, in front of that burned out old bar, he really began to see: "This was never going to work ..."
All dysturbia is willing to do for the dangerously mentally ill is to hand the sick an organ grinder, a corner to lay in someplace, sometimes, or ... offer essays on the hows and whys the SMI went mad and killed all of those poor people, and so on ... Meanwhile, Mr. Mitch McConnell roams the land, going boom boom in giant, reptile footsteps carefully covered by FOX NEWS NATION! ... And Sarah Palin
Now what? Really? More need for real education, the end of still more superstition, false propheteering, a more inclusive idea that we, as a planetary network of global citizens are in this together, stupid ... that's what! A new revelation is at hand is ... "what" ... all religions are One ... really is time to think how hot this singed ball of life is, that's "what" ... Motherf***er.
The wolf is having a nightmare now. See what we all did!

M'Shi Ha M'Shi Shi Melek Shamayiim



Image by the late Fritz Scholder


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