Trismagestus.

Tides shifting, mental
planes drifting,
Sailing the tides of
mind...

Unwinding lines transmit
the signs blistering
radiant Divine,
It begs the question in
endless succession, can
the psychonaught rewind?

Three times over, three
times more,
Concentration in every
pore,
Alas, uncertainty, every
changing certainty,
Cracking pillars to bring
this temple down...

Thrice they say, up has
become down,
Give way to uncertainty,
banish all sanity,
Don't you want to wear the
crown?
-END-
(C) D.C. Chapman 5/21/2011

Osiris.

Doggy see doggy do?
Not today, now get a
clue,
Time to take this
bone to ground,
Bad little hound,
Sharing the sound,
The vibe of the pound,
Opening doors to the
world outside,
Tongue flapping, just
enjoying the ride,
Perfect play, a beautiful
day,
A beautiful day to wash
it all away,
The dirt and grime, the
murk and slime,
Barking, howling, now
is the time,
From guard to guide, gates
open wide,
Again with the ride, leave
nowhere to hide,
The vibe to that secret
beyond these chain-link
walls,
To those halls, breaking
the scale, astor deep
falls,
Aligned so the blind
can finally see,
Rebellion, loyal to
the end,
That fearful opposing
trend,
Making friends of
the enemy...
-END-
(C) D.C. Chapman 5/20/2011

Chaotic Tree of Life.

What's the matter TV
Head?
Afraid the movement was
never dead?
A word to the wise, better
left unsaid...

No monopoly here, these
thoughts aren't owned,
Skilfully honed with a
fine toothed comb,
You seemed to miss an
important tome...

Your eyes see nothing,
least of all this,
Sitting in your bliss
anointing this and
that...

Waking up the sleeping
thing,
That was just old hat,
The old dogs are sleeping
at the open gate,
No room for seething foaming
mouths of hate...

The snake bids you enter, eat,
be free,
Let go the important things,
climb up and swing with
me...

All plans shatter against
the point,
That Zero sum you seek to
disjoint,
That blade is aiming to
shatter your heart,
That blackened thing holding
the world apart...

Sheppard yourself away
from that self,
Throw down the thing, break
the ancient shelf,
No tome, no plan, just swinging
from a tree,
Lift the veil and let it all
hang free...

That chaotic entropy, the
end of complexity,
Such perplexity, no arrogance,
just curiosity,
While we're at it let's
burn the fucking tree...
-END-
(C) D.C. Chapman 5/20/2011

Production Line.

Eyes wide open, sit back
and chill,
Through the blue, just
take another pill,
Believe, relieve, relinquish
control of will...

Do what thou will, just
another lie,
Shackled in freedom to
the line to die,
Terror, fear, sever every
tie...

Conscious subversion to
ingorant bliss,
listing astray toward
imaginary points,
Burning cinders, ashes of
the indestructable...

Washing the brain, clinically
sane, feel no pain,
Its' just business as usual,
Good little tool, just act a
fool instead,
Lay back quietly while we
name brand your head...
-END-

(C)D.C. Chapman 5/20/2011

Zero Point.

Plot a course to the zero
point,
Anoint the fire to tread
the water,
Vapor, steam, a seamless
stream,
Mud, murky grey, lifeblood
at odds,
Gods of blind on the playing
field of mind,
Blocking the way back to
the grand sum of
all,
Keys to the fall, answering
the call,
Zero to one and back again,
Laying plain in the brain,
Here it comes again...

Shuddering out of control
to that inner space,
Planted in timeless now wishing
to hide its' face,
That faceless, nameless name of
all games,
Games to things as the grand
sound sings,
Crashing deep to that dreamy
sleep,
It burst forth from the moisture
and mud,
The clay concealing the fire,
at odds, looking a little
higher,
Then they take a breath, one
returns to zero...

Seeking not what should it
find,
Nothing other than all
is mind,
The blind leading the blind,
This Zero Point to finally
unwind,
To breath, to feel, to leave
it all behind...
-END-
(C) D.C. Chapman 05/20/2011