Faces of Moksha 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 hoping on hot coals curled their tongues around a thorn less rose and bled red blood and tasted hot sugar A blurred image of scarlet figures who reached a hand out to guide you to the world of demons and Caym Who neared to far to the bottom of the ocean and whose 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 marijuana 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 and mysticism 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, Manjusri slcing thru ignornace with his flaming sword, Avalokitesvara reaching out to me with one of his 1,000 arms, Vajrapani protecting us throughout this hellish journey What visions of paradise I have tonight, the extinction of greed, desire, and craves The white lit bliss of Nirvana and Buddhahood creeping into my mind and body Oh the way it swayed me Oh the way it moved me Oh the way it saved me Ascending to places unknown by humans I fight thru the ignorance greeting the soothing sounds of chants and drums im not finished yet, i want to make it at least 3 pages long, so far its a little over a page, if you commented thank you very very much, i really appreciate it, ill try to comment yours as well
