ADDENDUM TO ‘SIGNS’
They say this is it,
They say we’re fucked
It’s over, our luck ran out years ago
We just never noticed.
They say there’ll be a pole-shift, a tsunami
A stock market crash
And so we’ll either ascend, fall or set back,
This
Is a transition,
An opportunity for every human soul to grow;
So many theories, so many intelligent people,
So many heads rule
And so many hearts blow a fuse,
So many wise men and women in asylums,
So many diamonds,
Watching the news
They say it’s the global revolution,
It’s the 2nd coming,
It’s Jesus arriving and being missed,
It’s watching the mists on the horizon
On the look-out for Hitler or someone just like him,
It’s the whispering behind backs,
The plastic smiles on faces
And the friends only in it for what they can get,
It’s the knowing, the seeing and the pushing it to the back of your head
That’s the waste,
Yeah
It’s one breath slowing,
Another breath going,
It’s watching a loved one slip away and finally understanding
The nature of river that can never burst it’s banks;
The only water that’ll ever quench your thirst,
It’s thinking about
Then bringing about
Thinking about bringing about, thinking about bringing about
That is power!
And thought is a Sculptor
And matter is the sculpture
And thoughts can be chosen, like garments
And discarded as rags if they’re rubbish
Though The Choice is the hardest lesson to master.
But
I believe in tribulatory times people can come alive
And shine
In a way that no-one gave a fuck about in the good times,
I hope, now they say we’re in the twilight,
Most of us’ll jump on our chance to be The Light.
And I
Am one of those types
Who sometimes can’t see the blue skies for the chemtrails,
I can be rude, un-couth and ragged round the edges
But hurting any one of you was never my intention.
I’m done begging for forgiveness though.
Some of you just needed to be told where to go, like me,
So in some instances I’ll never be sorry.
But understand this:
If they are right,
If we’re in the shit,
There isn’t one of you I wouldn’t piss on
If you were burning,
There isn’t one of you I wouldn’t feed if you were starving,
There isn’t one wound I wouldn’t dress
I promise
From the bottom of my heart,
Which
Beats out the rhythm for the brain
Which
Beats out the constructions of the physical world
Which
Beats out the rhythm of the entire universe;
No thought ever came to no-thing.
There is something in everything we feel and think.
Everything is only a vibration
Upon which
Entire nations are scribbled, indulged and toppled
Back into the ocean;
Great men and women made of the same malleable substance as angels and planetary bodies and
Meek men and women made out of the same malleable substance as angels and planetary bodies;
Lest we forget this
When our Choice is upon us,
When our hearts are like concrete,
When our heroes teach us only how to worship on our knees
And seek the inheritance of the Earth
When we could have inherited the whole damn Universe!
Let not our mouths do all the communicating,
Let them only put the icing on the cake,
Until we know we’re not making love
Just expressing it,
Like milk from the breast.
And we’ll do the best we can from there…
