We are moving into a strange new reality whether we know it, like it, or not. Turmoil between minds have become less hesitant, drastic beyond comprehension. Science is being pushed between data, money, dogma, and paradox. Humanity is sitting on the threshold of mystery or boxed-in-reason, love or memory. Hell above and heaven below — it's all mixed up.
He was a messenger, his name was Jim, Jimmy the Lad. He said, "I don't understand your language, it doesn’t make sense at all to me".
He voiced his opinion to the world, inside himself: 'I stumbled upon eternity road, realized I've been completely wrong about it all. Every conclusion, piece of philosophy, all the truths; dead wrong. This universe is so strange, no one has a clue. All the minds set on a course are absurd, even these words fall meaningless into the ways of the ways.’
‘We are all at various levels of denial — — heading towards a void, the big mystery, the end, to ‘who knows what’…. none of us will ever know. Don't ask jesus, buddha or your bartender, they'll all set you along a path that will cripple you in the end. We were meant to not know and be free……. that's the beauty of it all…… so easy when you get used to it….. follow me down, it's ok, ok ok.'
They wanted him to conform to the norm and forget about the rest, dying at the arms of the crucifix. They're trying to insert happiness into the devastation down paradise road but they ran outa funds, so now they just killum with needles, carved in a lab, instead.
You can see it from the balcony when you're alone and tired, the night shift is all that's left, besides the faces of joy. The whole world is on its knees and his baby's got the blues. He was heading for the east coast but the trains got halted for an abundance of emptiness. He's back in the streets looking for secrets to the next escape. It's all around the world, it's a virus of the worst kind, interstitial fluids severely poisoned in all the waters and it has spread a numbness across the atmosphere, everywhere. There is no escape but death, dreams are disintegrating with the last hopes floating thru the muck.
In a moment of normal despair —— he wrote:
The world is running around like a centipede
agendas flying out the doors
people escaping into the light of the moon
drowning in self enlightenment
On the front of centred schemes
the masked minds are writing about it all
new frontiers are opening up like hot clams
bulldozers are building more damns
as deaths highs hits the roofs of data
We come here as friends of the earth
honest and worthy worn and bitter hidden
with just a few flecks of salt and opinions
dug deep within the skin
Life is what you make it…. it is said
as they squeeze every breath you breathe
with programmed lies to ignite your spirit
for a fine life after death in an Ecstasy.
Jimmy the Lad
It was then he appeared to have changed, suddenly, light was all around his skull. He spoke of nothing but the space between. His intuition was streaming insight of peace with tender thought. Something hit him from somewhere mysterious, deep and sharp. He spoke little and said a lot. ‘He was a toilsome poet in the realm of the sacred’, a few outcasts had said. He left, unknown, like the dust in the night of a simple flare, a resemblance of nothingness, over flowing in his head.
His best friend Edward Walzak passed a few years back and Ed left ‘Jimmy the Lad’ with these dying thoughts.
‘There appears to be a purpose for this earth, for all life, that the mind can never know.’ That’s what Jimmy believed even with the paradox of not believing to believe in belief of any kind, constantly erupting his mind. ‘All life is being sucked into this purpose, diversity and complexity vortexing towards the great-spirit of all love, nothing but love as such, and this can not be stopped, it’s the method of the universe, the unknown’. Eddy would often say in one way or another, ‘Hate is simply an illusion of man’s mind —— an illusion that kills with reason’. This time will end.
For Jimmy….. gone and almost forgot
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wow, an amazing piece of writing, gave me that prickle down the spine , you have a way with words...