One and Only
A poem by Truth-I Manifest
dedicated to the unity of All
i sing a song
started very long ago
and yes indeed
it is the one and only
song i'll ever know
i never read the lyrics
instead i learn from experience
it takes pleasure and pain to grow
this is Sirius
with an eye
blinking truth in morse code
my horse implodes
paving smooth a coarse road
less traveled
on a stretched saddle
reclined
redefined in breath scrabble
and the judges bring their best gavels
but all the verdicts
simply sound to me a death rattle
that turns us into wandering
herds of beefing cattle
of course
we're scared to swim
so we stand on the beach
and dabble
now
something's going on in babyl
down at the river crossing
i keep watch like cupid
reaching in my quiver often
arrows conducive to realizing
lucid dreams
in the cities
every traffic light is hues of green
and if my movements seem predictable
it's because i let far more than
four shadows gleam around my physical
i am being human
part animal
part extraterrestrial
part vegetable
part multidimensional
part mineral
part fungus
part mythical
the all
subliminal
pursuit is trivial
only when stride
denies the rhythmical context
trying to ignore peripheral nonsense
that steams from kettles of competition and conquest
can be a contest
until you address in one breath
both neo and agent smith
luke, yoda
vader, and the sith
ostensible opposites
engaged in an adversarial relationship
endlessly struggling
for a superior grip
sounds an awful lot like
all creation myths
whispering simultaneous accounts
of relative truths
and somewhere behind the voices
in a heart shaped booth
soundproofed for stillness
my mind finds no need
to listen longer
and peace grows stronger
and love grows stronger
then in the maze of mirrors
like a fountain of laser geometry
torching a forgotten mountain
of graph paper
i comprehend the choreography
that there is no difference
between the dance of my self and...
anything
emerging from this trance
burning
an eagle with many wings
returning to a dreaming world
immersed in self denial
and dualistic illusion
but choosing to stay awake
i am abel to do
for i must be cain too
and when i first came to
like a lionness
stalking a shadow
i crept thru columns
of cryptic fire language
mystic hebrew melodies
gospel visions hypnotic
hopi, dogon, zulu, cherokee shaman's drums
splitting layered lemurian
square root perfect fifths
the ripe fruits of islamic wisdom
carved on aboriginal atlantean flutes
mayan measures counting
nothing but symbols
like celtic, egyptian, and hindu polyrhythms
and an auming buddhist
nods his head
sitting calmly with them
in my prisms i volley theisms
of institutionalized ego clenched policy
like, "PULL!"
watching as unbalanced
patriarchal dirigibles fill
pregnant from pokes of my talons
i am horus
soaring from future to past
at last untied from sutures that lashed
to save the marriage of my parents
for it is not set
in stone
more like engraved on our bones
and carved into trumpets
piercing the walls of jericho
when blown from zion's summits
i had to pass on fearbased belief systems
i would rather dare to know
keeping kids off my own misconceptions
as any responsible grown- ass parent figure would do
helping him rise again when a sun falls
thru a puddle of holy water
spilled on sand by a playful daughter
enraptured in the music of bubbles
i hear a voice that struggles to surface
pure as the smoke
of organic homegrown sage
a nervous generation
come to hear of its own age and purpose
our children are born indigo
with atomic weights, heights, and depths
radiating from thermonuclear hearts
conceived at fusion
in self lubricating parts
raised by the village
brothers and sisters
free from pillage
indigenous souls
finally basking
in the glow of each other
chanting
another name of god
i
am
you
i
am
you
i
am
you
the one and only
song they ever knew
© 2015 I,Star Vision
A poem by Truth-I Manifest
dedicated to the unity of All
i sing a song
started very long ago
and yes indeed
it is the one and only
song i'll ever know
i never read the lyrics
instead i learn from experience
it takes pleasure and pain to grow
this is Sirius
with an eye
blinking truth in morse code
my horse implodes
paving smooth a coarse road
less traveled
on a stretched saddle
reclined
redefined in breath scrabble
and the judges bring their best gavels
but all the verdicts
simply sound to me a death rattle
that turns us into wandering
herds of beefing cattle
of course
we're scared to swim
so we stand on the beach
and dabble
now
something's going on in babyl
down at the river crossing
i keep watch like cupid
reaching in my quiver often
arrows conducive to realizing
lucid dreams
in the cities
every traffic light is hues of green
and if my movements seem predictable
it's because i let far more than
four shadows gleam around my physical
i am being human
part animal
part extraterrestrial
part vegetable
part multidimensional
part mineral
part fungus
part mythical
the all
subliminal
pursuit is trivial
only when stride
denies the rhythmical context
trying to ignore peripheral nonsense
that steams from kettles of competition and conquest
can be a contest
until you address in one breath
both neo and agent smith
luke, yoda
vader, and the sith
ostensible opposites
engaged in an adversarial relationship
endlessly struggling
for a superior grip
sounds an awful lot like
all creation myths
whispering simultaneous accounts
of relative truths
and somewhere behind the voices
in a heart shaped booth
soundproofed for stillness
my mind finds no need
to listen longer
and peace grows stronger
and love grows stronger
then in the maze of mirrors
like a fountain of laser geometry
torching a forgotten mountain
of graph paper
i comprehend the choreography
that there is no difference
between the dance of my self and...
anything
emerging from this trance
burning
an eagle with many wings
returning to a dreaming world
immersed in self denial
and dualistic illusion
but choosing to stay awake
i am abel to do
for i must be cain too
and when i first came to
like a lionness
stalking a shadow
i crept thru columns
of cryptic fire language
mystic hebrew melodies
gospel visions hypnotic
hopi, dogon, zulu, cherokee shaman's drums
splitting layered lemurian
square root perfect fifths
the ripe fruits of islamic wisdom
carved on aboriginal atlantean flutes
mayan measures counting
nothing but symbols
like celtic, egyptian, and hindu polyrhythms
and an auming buddhist
nods his head
sitting calmly with them
in my prisms i volley theisms
of institutionalized ego clenched policy
like, "PULL!"
watching as unbalanced
patriarchal dirigibles fill
pregnant from pokes of my talons
i am horus
soaring from future to past
at last untied from sutures that lashed
to save the marriage of my parents
for it is not set
in stone
more like engraved on our bones
and carved into trumpets
piercing the walls of jericho
when blown from zion's summits
i had to pass on fearbased belief systems
i would rather dare to know
keeping kids off my own misconceptions
as any responsible grown- ass parent figure would do
helping him rise again when a sun falls
thru a puddle of holy water
spilled on sand by a playful daughter
enraptured in the music of bubbles
i hear a voice that struggles to surface
pure as the smoke
of organic homegrown sage
a nervous generation
come to hear of its own age and purpose
our children are born indigo
with atomic weights, heights, and depths
radiating from thermonuclear hearts
conceived at fusion
in self lubricating parts
raised by the village
brothers and sisters
free from pillage
indigenous souls
finally basking
in the glow of each other
chanting
another name of god
i
am
you
i
am
you
i
am
you
the one and only
song they ever knew
© 2015 I,Star Vision