Spaceboy13
05-19-2007, 01:38 AM
Faces of Moksha
Part I
Sonic gates of rapture swaying purple and blue
Do you believe in rapture they asked?
I raced to hearts of psychic energy without being harmed
I saw the faces of moksha dieing in the arms of creation
Enlightenment being torn to shreds by violent manifestos
Incarnations of Buddha smile upon the shrouded destinies of the despaired
They looked to the stranger for guided conceptions of parallel thoughts and hallucinations
As he looked upon them, he morphed into the angry Moloch who shouted barbaric obscenities and bled on the untamed women who bore their bodies for one moment of fame
31,619,921 mutilated corpses lay on the frozen tundra
The infectious bystanders who ate the flesh and cracked the bones were retrieved for a second coming of genocides
Exhausted, fatigued beings sat and perched on the street lights howling at the monumental moon
Enlightened beings who inhaled the gusting smoke of marijuana found the day a little more acceptable
Bearded men hopping on hot coals curled their tongues around a thorn less rose and bled red blood
A blurred image of scarlet figures who reached a hand out to guide you to the world of demons and Caym
Who neared too far to the bottom of the ocean and head blew up from the bends
As auditory mischief’s yelled out to summon Abaddon whose fierce light rained down locusts and tortured apparitions
As thru all this chaos and commotions Shiva gifted the dying, the sick, the insane with fields of peyote to cope with the understanding of death and hatred
Monks whose protests revitalized the new coming monarch to let the spirits run wild like orthodox flowers in mystical meadows of bliss
Hindu gurus who shouted truths from the Rig Veda and died according to the Naradeya Purana
The trickster Krishna who fooled the creator to rein down flowers and paintings for a last conquest of peace and admiration
Philosophies whose answers were nothing but ambiguous mysticism and shoveled shit
Mysterious identities who laughed thru the fire at the incarnations of jesus
Villagers gathering in a circle to view the extrodinary karma bending ways of Rishabha
My cold, beautiful abode of pouring sunlight on the peaks of Mount Kailash, attaining peace of mind, soul, body, and heart
Looking throught the hour glass hoping for a new wave of stars and moon to appear
Lotus flowers blooming in the bright forest, passing a monk under a Bodhi chanting the mantra of many bodhisattvas
Ksitigarbha the extinguisher of hells
Part I
Sonic gates of rapture swaying purple and blue
Do you believe in rapture they asked?
I raced to hearts of psychic energy without being harmed
I saw the faces of moksha dieing in the arms of creation
Enlightenment being torn to shreds by violent manifestos
Incarnations of Buddha smile upon the shrouded destinies of the despaired
They looked to the stranger for guided conceptions of parallel thoughts and hallucinations
As he looked upon them, he morphed into the angry Moloch who shouted barbaric obscenities and bled on the untamed women who bore their bodies for one moment of fame
31,619,921 mutilated corpses lay on the frozen tundra
The infectious bystanders who ate the flesh and cracked the bones were retrieved for a second coming of genocides
Exhausted, fatigued beings sat and perched on the street lights howling at the monumental moon
Enlightened beings who inhaled the gusting smoke of marijuana found the day a little more acceptable
Bearded men hopping on hot coals curled their tongues around a thorn less rose and bled red blood
A blurred image of scarlet figures who reached a hand out to guide you to the world of demons and Caym
Who neared too far to the bottom of the ocean and head blew up from the bends
As auditory mischief’s yelled out to summon Abaddon whose fierce light rained down locusts and tortured apparitions
As thru all this chaos and commotions Shiva gifted the dying, the sick, the insane with fields of peyote to cope with the understanding of death and hatred
Monks whose protests revitalized the new coming monarch to let the spirits run wild like orthodox flowers in mystical meadows of bliss
Hindu gurus who shouted truths from the Rig Veda and died according to the Naradeya Purana
The trickster Krishna who fooled the creator to rein down flowers and paintings for a last conquest of peace and admiration
Philosophies whose answers were nothing but ambiguous mysticism and shoveled shit
Mysterious identities who laughed thru the fire at the incarnations of jesus
Villagers gathering in a circle to view the extrodinary karma bending ways of Rishabha
My cold, beautiful abode of pouring sunlight on the peaks of Mount Kailash, attaining peace of mind, soul, body, and heart
Looking throught the hour glass hoping for a new wave of stars and moon to appear
Lotus flowers blooming in the bright forest, passing a monk under a Bodhi chanting the mantra of many bodhisattvas
Ksitigarbha the extinguisher of hells