Photo Essay for Mom : Always Returning Home

Its starts at the end and then goes back to the beginning again

POST- Artshow, 11/06/2010, Cloud 9

POST=Pictures of something true, an Olympia WA Art collective
November 6th, 2010, ARTSHOW, 112 State st.
"DRONE" by CHURCH

Ten thousand years ago

Waterfall

Oh ya see me ridin
the water fall down
the water fall down
take my spirit up
into my wings
your great white wings
take my spirit up
into your wings

broken light speed
ain't no laws that are real
broken light speed
ain't no law that can heal
save only the one
surround us all
cast out and fallin
like the water fall

oh ya see me ridin
the water fall down
the water fall down
take my spirit up
into your wings
and just throw down
what is left of me
what is left of me

Sound machine killing silence

Starlight shining into the deep

Starlight on a planet with water

Tree people hiding in the woods

driving along the rays of clouds through the lights on time
blinded me laughing I couldn't see my I
was it true I was inside of a star in space?
an alien eternally traveling on a web of waves
human startled the giggle escaped me and I was drowned in bliss
again, with only my brain on breath,again everyday now
(no drug necessary any more, the egg fries itself)

So he stopped and promptly got a flat tire
opened the back of the van
got out a spray paint can and stared at me like a feral cat
spray painted,"poetry and other crimes" across the side of the van
scared the shit out of the normals being "free" in their matching running suits
He drove off slowly with words and lasers and silk scarves tumbling out the windows
the tire fixed itself

saw a group of angry americans standing with signs screaming in the pollution streets
were they right wingers?
left wingers?
Did it matter?
they got real tiny and spittle flew out from between their canines
masticulating hatered for a worthy cause, minds turning for the unreachable goal
I was spaced out, thinking about something Krishnamurti had said
couldn't hear a damn thing they were saying, all was silence
the eternal moment hits and weaves, dodges the thoughts trying to hold it
it turns into a kid running between their screaming legs
they didn't see him, needless to say

waited for the light to turn and loved everyone
so sure of themselves
I think I was named "gavin" once, a long time ago, but I"m not sure
funny, money doesn't matter much, does it
fame, fortune, who gives a shit
I can hear the sound of the wind in the trees
and the mouths moving on the demonpuppeteer of anger
I assume I am going to starve someday
or die in a civil war or something,
protecting my children as I take a few of the bastards out, bullets flying
but I don't even care anymore
because in the morning
after I am dead
I will raise up and sit and start meditating
just like I do everyday
and the bliss will wash over me
and calm me
and silence me

I am most assuredly a fool and a dreamer and lack common sense
when I was kid I was called pussy dick fag almost everyday
ok, i will be those things for you, i really don't care
never really did
I woke up and wrote
"Apathy will save us, silence will protect me and
freedom has always been free"
Pasted it to the canvas
stepped on it, painted it out, rewrote it

wrote it on the side of a building then woke up
gave a bum a twenty
a dog barked to the sound of glass
and the kids made castles and buildings of sand
At night now, the street thugs piss and shit outside the Democrats building
pitbull puppies and black clad anarchists fashion ideas into truth
untill it rains, and the stores don't have food

I went to a place right above the giant old creature known as
"the sea"
it burbled and cooed and showed me my smallness
I sat up at night and in the morning and in the next night
and still that Prescence was there
everyday it is there and when you raise your eyes
you meet the threadbare clothing of the universe
draped like grace
while relatives argue irrelevant nails holding down the masks of ego
it emptied my mind, fell right out into the seagull shit
which was so beautiful, I took a picture of it
put it on the canvas, stepped on it, painted it out

Leonard Cohen says, "I didn't get the girl, I didn't get rich, follow me"
except that he did, eventually.

Blown open forever now

Unknown detritus for a forgotten world
bombs bursting in glorious forgetfullness
children wearing skulls
"light em up" it says and I throw up all over the car wood gold
knowing the last contraption plugged into his fake eye movie
the willow of paper tents burning for real now, not so cool is it fool
dead grass and plastic combs for the dust bowl sequel
who knows how they will act in the reality tv movie tire track hell
no more rock stars, the dollar bills were used to soak up the oil
follow the leader, order Bible take out sushi, light on top
gross dominion of tanker trucks filled with rock, needle the burn
sad eyed lady of ten thousand hidden cats
will you shelter my beautiful innocent child from the burning ancient seas
will you enchant with hummingbirds and butterflies, larger than what i know
will you give us back the balance and the gift, the promised sunrise above the smoke

layered combustion idiot squeals with digital stimulation
eyeballs grunting he dons the whip and gun for a thousand useless flags
craving others pain he jerks and blows blood wind into the ether
death to the mask of hate, death to normality of evil
take off the sedation and scream, cool guy fake shit follows the fearful
fame and glory walk out the hidden doors, sealed by white leather cow skin pills

wounded in hate the grey man made a call
A marbleized teak response Bill, signed and unread
hidden for your viewing pleasure and recorded for your quality assuredness
fine prints and buries the sacrificial victims, blinded by their attachment to our
"special agreement", trusting power to care, wiped away by the pen and the card

what do you say to the machine?
metal boxes rust
whoose country do you celebrate?
rot eats flesh
what do they believe?
pills are mind
what do they love?
a million things

against his better judgement he put the flower back in the american gun
turned away from the human form and the story that ends
walked up the mountain to sit with the king

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