Utopia

My beliefs are sworn

Forever changing

Adaptations to all of the reactions of this sacred creature we live upon

The Being we all keep on destroying

A viral infection upon Her surface

Weaving its way through the flesh that houses the entire Golden Dream

Sunday, bloody Sunday

Her scream, once silent, becomes a terrible roar

The means to improve this very obvious, yet they are all completely ignored almost

Meeting others like myself here and there

Not everywhere like it once was, not too far back in linear time

A grand illusion

Fision....Fusion....experimental discharge floating through the air that all of us depend upon to breathe

Ego's enlarging every moment of every night and day

This is no longer only a brutal game like the one we are all so used  to playing

Its margins, far exceeding the boundaries of even the most brilliant, resilient mind

Who in the crowd shall be granted their departures?

Will there really one day exist this so-called "Utopia" spoken of by the ancients that will leave only the chosen ones behind?

Atlantean souls, reincarnated as mortal men...

Through the eyes of all the sheep, the shepherds see much deeper into it all for reasons not acknowledged nor explained

Why is it that they figure they were granted these gifts?

Some of us have been sent down here to give this poor, magnificent creature the face lift that She rightfully deserves

The fucking nerve of those who have made the choice to throw all of our chances to the wind

The chosen ones have survived this war because we have all reveled in the return of the karmic boomerang thrown at us by all the times we so seriously have sinned

The very definition of such a ridiculous word cannot be found in any man-written book

The ones with the keys to Utopia know the moment that they open their three eyes and take a look

Times in our historical past have changed quite drastically

Utopia has begun to emerge faster than anyone ever dreamt that it could

There are  steps that need to be taken and they need to be taken sooner than soon

It must all be correctly situated when it materializes

No time to sit and wait until the next Blue Moon

All good will be given its just rewards

The rest of the muck will be shut out in the cold like the planet we have been so blessed to have lived upon

The oracle that gives us life, ignored...

By a bunch of primitive, ignorant beasts!...

Hard to see the light at the end of the tunnel when the skies of our atmosphere have been painted so grey

So hard to find anything at all to believe in or any reason for anyone to want to stay....

10/29/2010