Best Cypher Poems
A Coca Cola Santa stampedes into the streets
nail gun in hand
peat matured whiskey 13 years upon his breath
´tis the time for this tinsel rebellion
of Decembers egress
A debacle of gluttons fairy ethics
light up them there star eyed fire rockets
and trickster the adverts choir
sing all thanks giving
and renew next years intimidating
Haunted by Disney's Snow White
the overfed belch of Christmas pudding
the emaciated contingent
of Tinkerbell's creations
lay there limp on barbed-wires inattentions
AH ´tis so and all of sham
all of fart and voice in clamor defend
the liberties of embezzlement
struck from suckling mouths defenseless
in a party of patriotic
mindlessness
Sing them then the choir of adverts
the game show hosts
the bleating puke of reality shows
and slap against alluring shop-windows
for the dreams momentous promises
And hope and pray
beseech the inevitable judgment day
to find it guiltless
enough money at least
to see it buried in the gardens of innocence
Innocent mouth torn from mothers breast
in the wont of missile politics
condemned all stand in joyous flag
lays ignorance apparent
as Santa Claus stampedes into the streets
I am a master of a nothing place
I had no other dreams to chase
But I was the child of disgrace
Because I once mastered a nothing place
The origins of light born through the dark velvet,
Linger in the outer stratospheres of air.
Reaching out to the cosmic bodies connecting,
Pure sources of energy.
Expanding with the birth of every living creature,
Exhale with the breaths of the sky.
The collision of mindless mass;
Sidetrack them on to an enlightened path.
For this journey will not be reached overnight,
Even light-years take time to travel
Although light is quicker then sound.
When it reached my heart is unknown,
It was hidden many times I searched the 4 chambers.
Locked away in the abyss from light,
Darkness; where it was found.
A bright light keeps all amused in this matrix,
For the ones who proclaim they speak the truth;
Won’t tell you the truth that they are speaking lies.
Leave you lost in the city of light,
With your mind locked on the beauty &
Materials of the ones suppose to have made it big.
For even though the Bentleys and Mansions
Seems to hold they spot in false happiness secured.
We are not privileged to see behind closed doors.
They say what's done in darkness will come to light,
Even though those that live in the light,
Will return to the true source of darkness.
Only to find out darkness is where the creation begin.
For in the beginning God said let their be light,
Even though for the conscious mass,
Light was present all the time.
For the light is what you make it,
But darkness is the origin of life itself.
Even, even, even,
Odd, odd, odd,
Odd, even, odd, and even odder.
Solve the riddle and give me a call.
We’ll forge ourselves a spiritual connection.
Whatever we can’t weld, we’ll solder.
If you can see the key to it all.
Even, even, even,
Odd, odd, odd,
Odd, even, odd, and even odder.
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MENSA GROUPIES
You want to stay SLAVED TO THE MATRIX
The Machines Taking Over
Some can’t see The ONE
Life Just A Wind Cypher
Through the Silence a hand that guides us,
Amidst the Sacred Void Of The Eternal Breath
Drifting the Expanse of the Conscious depths,
a lesson of life through the mortal flesh
the Great Mystery of Infinity, BEHOLD The Treasure Chest
The Golden Whisper it comes and goes
To and Fro the Everlasting Shores,
Dust in the wind surely we are
just a melody of Cosmic Memoirs,
The Immortal Requiem is the Universe
All Is Flow, Just a Windsurf
I ride the depths into the Awe Of Mysteries
Into the Oceans of Epiphanies,
Gliding the Riptide of the Great Venerated Hymn
and I Find the Key of Life, Within