Headed South: Still Crying for Water
“The sacrifices of God are a broken spirit: a broken and a contrite heart, O God, thou wilt not despise.”
– Psalm 51:17
“DAMASCUS 00005399 004 OF 004 is a rare occurrence, our DATT was convoked by Syrian Military Intelligence in May of 2006 to protest what the Syrians believed were US efforts to provide military training and equipment to the Kurds in Syria…”
– Wikileaks Cable
Anyone who thinks must think of the next war as they would of suicide,
On an airplane, grounded, ready for takeoff,
Merlot blood, mind dissociated from body,
Damascus, drunk with your love, flowing,
Blood river, child appears by my side,
She will be my companion on this flight,
Mother waits at home, headed South,
Home from the land of 10,000 lakes,
This week, the fire lit, white and black collision,
A cumulonimbus cloud on the horizon,
In the distance, molecular vibrations rising,
Heat, up, up we go into the future,
Carbon, captured, stored, burned, smokestack century,
Flooding the air with a blanket, heater, warmer,
Electric blanket, wrapped around earth,
My mind drifts back,
You do not want to fly off into space do you?
Into the air, or into the black hole,
Into the air, wings flowing fast, lift,
Yes, it is take off time and it is time to accelerate,
Into the future, runway of the soul,
It is night after all and the crescent moon is veiled,
Hidden by those storm clouds,
Lightening and thunder ahead,
Colliding water particles, static collision,
Static electricity, violent electromagnetic chaos,
Electronic vibration, thermodynamic amplifier,
Wires around earth, the internet, an iron maiden,
Orange amplifier, accelerating, heating,
Islamic jihad, Judeo-Christian crusade,
Sublating (negating/overcoming) each other in my travel companions blood,
My blood, human blood, shed for what?
Allah? God? Adonai?
Amplifier of Gaia’s warming shell,
Atmospheric container, we are changing,
Taxiing to the runway, flaps down,
A rush of color to the heart comes,
Golden, ethereal blue,
Gaia’s magnetic core,
My heart in resonance, mother and son,
Star specks of white on black,
Day and night melt into one,
Speed, accelerating, faster, faster, faster,
Accelerating into the sky,
We go, a soul is meant to fly,
Leaving body and drifting to heaven,
Or descending to hell, thrown by the past.
Jesus, where you at bro’ we need you now?
Tha block is hot!
