PuRPle SAgE

You sit here on your technological throne

While your brain roams the citadels of despair

Yet you wear this banal smile

While your mind carves up flesh for the resurrection

And your body hides its insurrection

Against those who play with your affection

Entranced you wander with the vagabonds

Shy locked against mounds of scared flesh

You breathe the words of death….

I love you, I love you forever.

Heavens break forth like the dance of shiva

Gyrations create energies of motionless death

I hate your breathing, your chest inflating against my heart

I want to caress your mind but your out to lunch

Devouring my raw soul on your plates of desire

Your fire will never extinguish

Unless your mind quells the rage of the machine

And yet Tibet is far from your dreams

And Yassir Arrafat seems to haunt the jewish screams

Injustice to those who history deems the martyrs

But still Palestinian children throw rocks at the death dream machine

Financed by your tax dollars

Justified by your arbitrary dung scholars

Whose hole watch pocket is thread bare and devoid of sanity

I remember when love was more than vanity

And the reality crows fluttered their wings of perception

Across my mind

I see you have become blind.