YOU’VE BEEN TOLD WHO YOU ARE 11-30-77
Expectations we all
hear and
obey,
As we stop for red lights and
then go on are way.
We’re mechanical men; we’re
machines on display.
First we’ll stop for a sign,
feed the meter one more dime.
Were all ruled by the clock in
the bar,
You’ve been told who you are!
Cause your brain has been
poisoned and stuffed in a jar,
You’ve been molded and told
not to go very far.
You’re conformed and
controlled, you must stay within par.
You’ve been bought; you’ve
been sold,
You’ve been taught; you’ve
been showed.
You were made like the fence in
my yard.
You’ve been told who you are!
Your identities differ by only
your names,
You’re conditioned to
dressing and thinking the same.
Playing “follow the leader”
while wrapped up in chains.
Said the pimp on the stage to
the birds in his cage –
“Come with me and I’ll make
you a star”.
You’ve been told who you are!
With our license plate numbers
there is no escape.
The enforcers will catch you
and seal you with tape.
You’ll be processed and
patented then bent into shape.
Raise yourself, try your luck,
pedigree or a mutt;
Don’t be bred in a cage with
a guard,
Tell yourself who you are!
THE MIDNIGHT
ESCORT
-
There’s bloodstains on his fingers, his black robe’s dripping sweat.
He alternates forms of disguise, a sneak up behind you surprise,
A ready or not ‘Hit and Run,’ Time Has Come!
Ravens perch his tombstone, awakened by the Banshee’s kiss,
He rises towards the omen, in Serpent’s venom there’s Angel’s bliss.
He’s The
Midnight Escort,
His black car stalks the playground; he’s lurking behind the trees,
The moisture fogs the windows as children cross the street.
He alternates forms of disguise, a sneak up behind you surprise,
A ready or not ‘Hit and Run,’ Time Has Come!
Black car spins twirling circles, blood stains the icy ground,
Death rides beyond
the cross-zone, nursery schoolyard corps is found.
He’s The
Midnight Escort,
Death’s shadow struck the pavement, royal guidance to the reborn soul,
Guiding Angels, florescent tunnels, severed gardens, sights behold.
He’s The
Midnight Escort,
Co
Companyman to
blind to see,
It’s not
the stone-age there’re labor teams.
Job devotion
on a puppet’s string,
You need a
union, not brainwashing.
The hyena
boss, your game-show host,
He’ll
hypnotize you to keep you close.
Foremen to
enforce the rules, secretaries after work is through,
Greenhorns a
corporation’s gift, call in the knights of the brown table!
Companyman
afraid to breathe,
The
teacher’s pet born brown-nosing.
The loyal
yo-yos in sweatbox shops,
They’ll
race with time to beat the clock.
They’ll
work through break-time and lunchtime too,
Earn a
peon’s wage while being used.
Foremen to
enforce the rules, secretaries after work is through,
Greenhorns a
corporation’s gift, call in the knights of the brown table!
Companyman in
a crowed shop,
Like a tank
of rats you claw the top.
A bosses
glory when it’s dog eat dog,
You’ll out
do each other, rat and inform.
If you’re
number one at a certain task,
That’s
where you’re staying, you won’t advance.
Foremen to
enforce the rules, secretaries after work is through,
Greenhorns a
corporation’s gift, call in the knights of the brown table!
Assemble
lines, dripping sweat,
The more he
wants, the more he gets.
Indian giver,
he’s filthy rich,
He closes in,
tightens his grip.
No more
vacations, no more O.T.
No Christmas
bonus, a toilet fee.
No more
promotions, no benefits,
Abolish sick
days, tools you rent.
Non valid
parking, no holidays,
Withholding
raises, and cutting pay.
No drinks of
water, no standing still,
He smirks and
grins, at all your bills.
Obsessed with
money, blood thirsty greed,
Dictatorship,
should be impeached.
With endless
nerve, he says to us;
“Pride in
your work is not enough!”
Mass
production, slaves produce,
While he
drills, drills, drills, drills,
Takes, takes,
takes, takes,
Push, push,
push, when will it stop?
Hillbilly
Roy’s Dilemma
(
Driven in my pickup after hunting for deer,
I turned off my C.B., I was thirsty for beer.
I pulled into Bubbas; it’s the local saloon,
It was ladies happy hour, not a moment too soon.
In the middle of the doorway was a man in my way,
I knew I could whoop him so I hit him in the face.
Across the bar she smiled, so I winked and I waved,
I knew I impressed her with the entrance I made.
But, a sitting to her left was a bow-tie city dude,
They was laughen and a joken, and a guzzlen some brew.
I moseyed up a seat direct to her right,
“Auh what’s a pretty girl like you a doin here tonight?”
(Broad)
“I
bet you’re a cowboy, and
(
“Shucks, how’d you know? – A care to explain?”
(Broad)
“Your name’s on your cap, but you sat on your brain,
Like a hillbilly Tarzan that yodels to Jane.”
(
“I live in a shack, a back in the swamp.”
(Broad)
“You’re not educated, so you can’t be very smart.”
(
“I’m smart enough to brush your opinions of me,
I can’t please you all, so I’m gonna please me.
Because, I don’t give a hoot about material lives,
Competing neighbors, or cheating wives.
Ain’t aiming to be famous with worshipping maids,
Imprisoned by the customs of invertebrates.
Now I chew tobacco, and hunting’s my game,
I tattooed my pit-bull, and Gator’s his name.
I’m missen my front teeth from a brawl with my kin,
I arm wrestle sailors for whiskey or gin.
And my friends call me:
Yippy I Oh Tee I, Yippy I Oh Tee I Ay!
Yippy I Oh Tee I, Yippy I Oh Tee I Ay!”
(G. Boobelinski)
“My, my, my, spoke the voice to the left,
What circumlocution unorthodox sense.”
(
“What’s your handle Mr. Know-it-all?"
(G. Boobelinski)
“I’m G. Boobelinski, attorney at law.”
(
“Go pedal your papers away from my case,
Or I’ll whistle a tune and dance on your face.”
(G. Boobelinski)
“I believe you’re bluffing, you don’t frighten me,
You’re positively a coward to the highest degree.”
(Broad)
“He’s afraid of his shadow, he’s afraid of a bee,
He doesn’t fear a worm, except when there’s three.”
(
“I don’t fear nothing when I’m in the right,
Cause you’re the dumb broad that started this fight.”
(G. Boobelinski)
“You’re referring to a lady, my devoted wife,
And a barroom dilemma is your way of life.”
(
“I didn’t do nothing, she started it all,
As soon as I entered she smiled with gall.”
A sidewinders way of leading me on,
An organized set up from a hoe and a con.
You’s hopen I’d slug yuh to be libel as charged,
You’d sue for my house and two car garage.”
(G. Boobelinski)
“A brilliant deduction, you acknowledged my scam.”
(
“Hillbilly
(G. Boobelinski)
“I must give you credit, I’m amazed by your wit;
I believed you existed to think with your fist.”
(
“My existence is false; it’s a fatal surprise,
I’m not a real redneck, it’s just a disguise.
I’m really an agent, informed and assigned,
We’ve been looking for you a good length of time.
Your gig is over; you’ve been caught in the act,
I’m through playing games, it’s time to attack.
I’m known for perfection and cunning success,
I’m Elroy the Fed, and you’s under arrest.
Yippy I Oh Tee I, Yippy I Oh Tee I Ay!
Yippy I Oh Tee I, Yippy I Oh Tee I Ay!”
(Broad)
“Bye-bye!”
(G. Boobelinski)
“Au revoir!”
(
“A chicken ain’t nothing but a bird!”
Homogenized
and crippled into Zombies and Sheep.
A
standard personality of “one size fits all”,
Like
a plague of Ed McMahons with no character to flaw.
It’s the positive mental attitude corporate law.
Self-servingly
designed by a shrewd puppeteer,
Preaching
“doubt and suspicion are your negative fears”.
This
eliminates awareness, putting trust in his hands,
His
ulterior motive for control and command.
It’s the positive mental attitude corporate man.
He’ll
monopolize and scrutinize, manipulate your mind,
His
rhetoric tongue says “express” while it hides.
Your
castrated individuality,
Builds
his penis extension hypocrisy.
It’s the positive mental attitude corporate scheme.
His
pied piper method, 'brainwash then absorb,
If
you don’t love abuse he’ll say “your attitude’s poor”.
Pointing
Gladys Kravitz victims take their enemies’ side,
Sticking
negative stamps on all who question lies.
It’s the positive mental attitude corporate lives.
It’s
bad rules and good people, not the other way around,
You’re
a communist plot who disagrees with the crowd.
Those
uniforms of business so commercially designed,
They
are mental straitjackets imprisoning minds.
Do positive mental attitudes rule mankind?
ANIMALS CAN’T SIN, THEY SURVIVE
-
Then imposed our creation and judged everyone.
We sentence, label, and decide who’s offenders.
We create our own
judgment to judge our own standards.
While bloodthirsty D.A.’s are selling your son,
The God-Playing Judges are drinking your blood.
Their halo’s so tight that it cuts circulation,
But man is an animal, and animals can’t sin they survive!
Our
primitive Christian construct of sin,
Has
sustained organ grinder’s control once again.
With
guilt as a tool for the Kings of the hill,
When
our emotions turn on us against our own will.
It isn’t your law but it’s expected to be,
You
can’t break a contract when you didn’t agree.
Yet
white-collar criminals still laugh to the bank,
But
man is an animal, and animals can’t sin, they survive!
We’ve
tailor created our churches for cash,
Filled
with walking commercials who believe they buy class.
Zookeepers
who’d lie for a good seat in Hell,
Leave
the wealthiest graves when the cemetery’s filled.
Is
sin a diversion for power and greed?
Have
we even used God as a source to our means?
These
wolves in sheep’s clothing, I’m sure he must see.
But man is an animal, and animals can’t sin, they survive!
WHEN
ALL’S TELEPATHY
–
All’s
predetermined genetically and mass induced suggestively.
Do
boundaries in our chromosomes distinguish fact from fictional?
Have
we man-made reality and
Minds
altering reality, with self-fulfilling prophecies,
Our
world co-exists unconsciously, and thought controls infinity.
We’re
boundless in our chromosomes,
Space,
time, and matter’s one-dimensional.
All’s
relative to reality, disbelief and belief rule gravity.
Our
infantile reality, evolution’s scale keeps balancing,
Each
projecting his own insanities,
All’s
reflections of fears and vanities.
Our
ultimate level’s harmony, when telepathy seeps beyond boundaries.
Link
consciously, concentrate, Empathy.
All’s
love when all’s telepathy!
“AS ABOVE, SO BELOW!” 4-20-92
As
above, So below
Dwell
all creations and inventions.
Roam
the witnessed traveled souls
Through
mirrored inner world dimensions.
Descending
planes, a hierarchy
Bleeding
down to earthly realms.
Discovery’s
reborn reflections
Above
divinity through depths of Hell.
High
vibration frequencies,
Receptive
channels linked in tune.
When
Prophets know through e.s.p.,
Premieres
of rerun-worlds are viewed.
As
above, So below
Our
cores incarcerations.
Molting
into embryos,
Disembodied
emancipations.
Each
universe is parallel,
From
coarse to finer densities.
Multi-overlapping
spheres,
With
omnipresent entities.
Through
vast degrees of consciousness
Traveling
means becoming aware.
Ascending
journey’s all illusion,
Welcome home for we’re already
there!
No Evil in
Speak Truth; the crime that’s worst than murder,
Speak
Truth; exposing masquerades,
Speak Truth; society’s natural enemy,
Speak Truth; like the mongoose to the snake;
Because when you were young, and somebody said,
“There ain’t no such thing as a Santa Claus,”
You’d say they were bad and negative, and you’re still the same.
“We
speak no evil in fantasy land!”
Speak Truth; we’re conditioned to reject it,
Speak
Truth; real life’s too hard to face,
Speak Truth; we’d rather crucify our savor,
Speak Truth; than admit we might be weak;
Because once upon a time, when the messenger delivered undesirable news,
He was put to death, although he didn’t make the news,
We’re
reminded security’s an illusion, and it’s still the same.
“We
hear no evil in fantasy land!”
Speak Truth; I’d follow you through fire,
Speak
Truth; I’d pay to hear you think,
Speak Truth; the more profound the better,
Speak Truth; the truth will set you free;
Because everything is relative, and even the devil is another side of you,
When we don’t like what we see there’s a goat to take the blame,
But
we’re only blaming a mirror, and we’re still the same.
“We
see no evil in fantasy land!”
Rest upon my Wings 3/03/98
Salvation from up above
Flew down to show me her odyssey of love.
Would you like to follow?
Would you like some peace?
We’ll be back tomorrow, now rest upon my wings!
Her golden wings now opened, we flew above the clouds,
Inside a bright light castle, her silent words spoke loud.
Would you like to follow?
Would you like some peace?
We’ll be back tomorrow, now rest upon my wings!
We floated through a garden, with scrolls upon the walls.
We viewed Akashic Records, we’re soul-mates was recalled.
Would you like to follow?
Would you like some peace?
When I come back tomorrow, I’ll rest upon your wings!
Crossing bridges homeward 11/12/01
Far
above your comfort zones,
Through
doors of infinity past vast unknowns,
Centuries
of legends the Gods have told,
At
the end of the rainbow lies a pot of gold.
Angels
from hereafter, Angels…
Twilight
nights, beneath the moon,
Enlightened
starry paths, chosen children,
They’re
climbing rope ladders beyond fluorescent skies,
Crossing
bridges homeward, to the other side.
Worlds
behind your conscious mind,
Contemplations
go inside,
Saturate
subconscious filled,
Liberate
through passive will.
Angels
from hereafter, Angels…
Greetings
glowing unearthly presence,
Miraculously
luring, beckoning bright warmth,
“Come
step into my light,” esoterically rise,
Crossing
bridges homeward, to the other side.
Welcome
to your Promised Land,
A
private universe for every man.
Enchanting
colors, mesmeric sights,
Majestical
musical magical lights.
Angels
from hereafter, Angels…
Fragrant
gardens, translucent springtime flowers bloom,
Thoughtform
velvet meadows, the eternal non-survivors cheer,
“We’ve
been rescued,” destiny’s soft-breeze sailboat glides,
Crossing bridges homeward, to the other side.
YES, WE ALL HAVE TO REAP WHAT WE SOW!
His
prodigal genes inherited things, which nurtured conceit.
Self-proclaimed
bundle of joy, the apple of his own eye, his mirror was his closest friend.
He
lived as a king commanding all beings; he pouted till he got his way.
Spinning
wheels go around and around,
Can’t
be sure if your feet touch the ground,
When
your hourglass flips upside-down,
Yes,
we all have to reap what we sow!
Our
Hero would sing: “I’ve the world on a string,” he’d pound his own drum.
He
plowed straight ahead, on an iron horse he led, ignoring the left and the right.
Success
rained and poured, he thought money was lord, he was as shallow as a sponge.
With
arrogance and pride he built castles in the sky; he was living in a dream.
Spinning
wheels go around and around,
Can’t
be sure if your feet touch the ground,
When
your hourglass flips upside-down,
Yes,
we all have to reap what we sow!
It
was Gaspin & Gaggin, the two fire breathing drag-ins, which first led him
astray.
His
beginning was subtle, from his drowning in bottles and not swimming away,
To
clicking his heels in the OZ poppy fields, denial increased every day.
His
addiction enraged when his fortune decayed, and his friends all left him for
dead.
Spinning
wheels go around and around,
Can’t
be sure if your feet touch the ground,
When
your hourglass flips upside-down,
Yes,
we all have to reap what we sow!
In The Water 8-16-02
Bathing in the water, contemplating life,
Mourning, reminiscing, honoring his wife.
Wishful, hopeful, heightened senses, theta wavelength energy,
Watchful, blissful, hovering merciful, portal transcendent entity.
Lying in the water, voices in his head,
Answering his questions, enlightened to what’s said:
Holy Spirit, immaculate essence, divine miraculous infinite truth,
Suffering, bereaving, diligent praying, petitioning revenant proof.
Wading in the water, meditation’s bridge,
Gateway to the voices, elated to what’s said:
Intervention, fourth dimension, time’s beginning meets its end,
Traveling backwards, resurrection, universal circular bend.
I’M
FOLLOWING YOU
Beware for I'm conscious and right beside you.
What ever you see, I see it too,
Projecting my spirit, I’m following you.
I met a soul inside of a mirror,
He told me he was struck by a car.
I sensed his depth of knowledge and wisdom,
Inside an archway with infinite stars.
Beware for I'm conscious and right beside you.
What ever you see, I see it too,
Projecting my spirit, I’m following you.
I flew to Mars just once that I know of,
An entrance built for life underground.
Enormous heads on stick-like figures.
Seen Saturn's rings, and then turned around.
Where ever you go, what ever you do,
Beware for I'm conscious and right beside you.
What ever you see, I see it too,
Projecting my spirit, I’m following you.
Flying through a chain full of houses,
Solid objects soaring through me.
I once forgot where I left my body
The spirits quickly found it for me.
"The customer's always right!" 8-20-02
In my colony of corporate clones,
I prohibit any individual style.
Here everyone conforms to my self-image,
And wears a sickening perpetual phony smile.
How dare you show your own true feelings,
And not model my Ass-kissing go-fors?
I consider you an insubordinate rebel,
Just for having tassels on your loafers.
As the customer shits on you,
If you get blood on his knife, say you're sorry,
Cause "the customer's always right!"
Your thought process must stay within my perimeter,
And be Mr. Personality-Plus, a nauseating nice guy.
If “the truth reveals itself only to those who seek it,”
Then behind imposed restrictions is where I hide.
Any indifference is perceived as an act of aggression,
By my guilty conscience, and my friend or foe complex.
We must annihilate all the 'minding their own business neutrals,'
Cause, “being the same as everyone is the same as being no one!”
As the customer shits on you,
If you get blood on his knife, say you're sorry,
Cause "the customer's always right!"
I actually believe no one sees my true intentions,
Since I've convinced myself to believe my own lies.
I'm so use to performing, all non-performing seem defiant,
To my concealed behind corporate smiling policy disguise.
“If you’re nobody alone then you’re nobody with others!”
Hired imitators follow what fired innovators realize,
“Without deviation from the norm progress is not possible!”
My slave has an attitude, and I wonder why?
As the customer shits on you,
If you get blood on his knife, say you're sorry,
Cause "the customer's always right!"
“THE FUHRER HAS SPOKEN!”
Forever
In Our Minds 10-10-02
Watching the
From the forest green.
Deep in a daydream, you're on my mind,
Did I hear you sing: "Someone shares your dream?"
Drifting gently with the rising tide,
On a moonlight sea.
Contemplating as my sailboat glides,
Reminiscing scenes, from vivid memories.
Making a dash for the elevator, the door seals the left-behinds.
Do you remember where to find the key, the safest place to hide?
Capturing moments from the memories forever in our minds.
Tropical island summer Breeze,
Sunbathing on the beach.
A water fall flows into a near by stream,
Down a mountain's peak, in tranquil inner peace.
Making a dash for the elevator, the door seals the left-behinds.
Do you remember where to find the key, the safest place to hide?
Capturing moments from the memories forever in our minds.
Back In Time
12-15-02
Relax,.. and slowly breathe in deep.
Exhale all clinging baggage; a weightless free release.
Your mind’s awake and conscious; your body’s deep asleep,
You rise into the infinite; each bright lit star’s your reach.
From Earth your star is shining, from there it’s dead and cold.
Light speed travels slowly, a moment for your soul.
Perceptions from your cold star, of earth views past behind.
Project, fine tune and focus, and travel back in time.
“You Are
The Universe!”
3-02-05
Star-light star-bright, a holistic sunlight,
The sun shines in us, the rivers flow through us,
Energy flows of us, through all and back to us.
Over the river and through the woods to Grandma's house we cross,
As all is one and one is all “you are the universe!”
Solids non-exist, only object Illusiveness,
Substance is spaced filled; molecular fusion’s twice removed,
The same space between space connects all through space.
Over the rainbow and into the light to Grandma's house we cross,
As all is one and one is all “you are the universe!”
A projected mental focus to where your endless body’s noticed,
Our universal body, an all is one autonomy.
Over the river and through the woods to Grandma's house we cross,
As all is one and one is all “you are the universe!”
Treaties, our talks of peace
To Sitting Bull and Cochise
Tis’ Crazy Horse and Gall’s victory
‘The last stand’ of Seventh Calvary
Michael where are you now?
Can’t you hear God’s trumpets call?
Help save us from ourselves,
Or watch this stolen nation fall!
Geronimo, boxed reservation
A woman’s dress, abomination
Cell-memories of each desecration
Will justice come through reincarnation?
Gabriel where are you now?
Can’t you hear God’s trumpets call?
Help save us from ourselves,
Or watch this stolen nation fall!
Since dawn of time history repeats
Through karmic law you sow you reap
Catastrophe
on
Could this be our returned benevolence?
Raphael where are you now?
Can’t you hear God’s trumpets call?
Help save us from ourselves,
Or watch this stolen nation fall!