BellerophonChimera

Magic Boson Mass
(Upon reading in Wikipedia about Higgs Bosons)
(In honor of the people of Libya, 08-21-2011)

You are not clay for my hands
I am not clay for yours

I can not write a constitution to make you clay for me
I can not make a law to make you clay for me
I can not incorporate to make you clay for me
I can not create a clever strategy to make you clay for me but

If you are willing
I can pretend you are clay for me long enough
To convince you long enough
To hurt you

If you are willing
I can hurt you long enough
To convince you long enough
To give up

Despots rise from us
We create them
From the power we use
To create heroes

Whatever is done and said
You are not clay
I am not clay

The Maker who made us
The Dervish galaxy spinner
The Boson magic mass maker who

Made foolish clay manipulators
Made clever clay to manipulate clay manipulators
Even made more clever clay to refuse to be clay

There will always be
Fools
Heroes
Despots
Despot financers
Fools paying attention to despots
Fools fighting despots

Lots of fighting fools

Good ideas bleeding in to clay
In India wearing homespun
In Memphis on the mountaintop
Good clay just trying to learn from the children
Good clay just trying to lead the children

Who will rise again from the clay some day
With magic boson mass some day
To become the power
We already have

 

Y la muerte Danza continua
(For Joe And Me)

And the death dance continues

They say that if I love you when you die
I loose you as the spirit rises up from your body
You are released into the future
I am released into the future
Birth and Life and Death play their roles in peace

They say that if I hate you when you die
I am shackled to your spirit as you attempt to rise
You will never be released from your body
I am forever imprisoned with you
Life and Death dancing endlessly hatefully forever

Endless legacy for
Endless generations

And the death dance continues

We will dance in hate forever
We can never be apart
I am shackled to you and you to me

They say my hate for you
Is a movie of my self-loathing
The boy within me
Binding you with his deepest wound

Y la muerte Danza continua

When will I gently hold
The part I loathe?

When will I lovingly hear
The voice I hate?

When will I finally accept
The truth I dismiss?

And the death dance continues

И смерть танец продолжается
Y la muerte Danza continua
而死亡之舞继续
رقصة الموت لا يزال
And the death dance continues

Until then

NOTE:
Thank you Google Translation for the audio clips and translations.

Successful Predators
(02-18-08)

PLAY THE TUNE: Successful Predators

It is sunrise and I can tell the white thread from the black.

I don’t have to prove this.

I know it and you know it.

Modern human culture goes all the way around the world covering and polluting earth, air, and sea. Van Nuys and Istanbul look the same as Seattle, Tokyo, Haifa and Hebron. CNN is everywhere. The culture of coercion and consumption is everywhere in me and in you. We feel justified in our consumption and our conflicts. We want billions of things that no one has ever needed. We cringe at the wolf and the shark and the lion but they are endangered by us. We are THE predator. The world’s most successful predator.

They will have to go along…
You have to…
You need too…
How can I get you to???
I have a right to make you…
What ever it takes…

It is sunrise and I can tell the white thread from the black.

I don’t have to prove this.

I know it and you know it.

The Madras and the Humvee advertisement, the church and the public school, the drug advertisement and the McDonalds advertisement, the Oil Company advertisement and the political advertisement and the all volunteer army. ALL invite us to consume against our self-interest, enlist against our self interest, vote against our self-interest, accept all manner of violation against our self-interest and violate others against our self interest. We are invited to forget about consequences.

The environment doesn’t matter…
Animals don’t matter…
Children don’t matter…
Women don’t matter…
No other human matters

It is sunrise and I can tell the white thread from the black.

I don’t have to prove this.

I know it and you know it.

People can not be un-violated. Some people refuse to be violated some more. When you continue violating people many will become extremely efficient destroyers. Some will come from Ohio, some from Kolkata, some from Timbuktu some from Haifa, some from Pittsburg, some from Shanghai and some from Hebron. They did last week. They will next week, except there will be more next week. All over the world the violated are becoming the PREDATOR.

It is sunrise and I can tell the white thread from the black.

I don’t have to prove this.

I know it and you know it.

Victims who become PREDITORS often express themselves through the medium of terror. Sometimes they say they have a great cause and sometimes they leave no note. It always hurt the innocent.

It is sunrise and I can tell the white thread from the black.

I don’t have to prove this.

I know it and you know it.

There was once a time for war and a time for peace. Now it is permanent war. Permanent famine. Permanent suffering. All over the world the human response to violation is rising in a crescendo none of us can measure. It will be a tsunami coming suddenly from any direction. It will be from an earthquake that has already occurred somewhere submerged.

It is sunrise and I can tell the white thread from the black.

I don’t have to prove this.

I know it and you know it.

Mark these words.
We keep choosing to have more children as we continue to create more and more suffering. We set loose the rage-voice of the violated, we lie to them and rape them and starve them then we buy them explosives. We destroy the forest, the field, the rivers, the oceans and the air we breathe.

As humans continue to violate each other and the planet, the planet will find a way to heal from our folly. Human folly will cleanse the planet of humans. Human beings are of the dust, we have stirred up the dust and now we will all return to the dust. The planet has expressed itself through us. Soon…when we are gone… the planet will throw up another.

We will not be here to notice.

It is sunrise and I can tell the white thread from the black.

I don’t have to prove this.

I know it and you know it.

photo-John Lai

photo-John Lai

photo-Connie Bonner-Britt

QUALITY IS A MAGIC
(03-31-09)

The dry delusional sun of quality
Revolved around me

Like a mummy in a desert
I used to expect eventual notoriety
And believed notoriety
Was a magic of quality

Willing the gods to notice
I waited eons for success

Then

All the un-mummified
Pyramid builders

All the un-published
Yearners

Finally taught me

I now believe
Quality is a magic
Of function

Beyond the stringy shrouds
Of human manipulation

I wait no longer

I am swimming in an ocean
Of billions of souls

Mouths I can not see
Speaking the words
That float me

I am dancing on the ground
Of billions of bodies

Feet in their old dust
Allowing their physics
To lift me

I am breathing in the air
Of billions of ideas

Lungs once filled with hope
Willing their spirits
To animate me

I am burning in the fire
Of billions of passions

Eyes obsessed with visions
Growing in their deserts
That singe me

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