Prophesy

Victory is in our hearts and soon will be on all our minds
Underground connections forming, surging, storming, kindred kinds

Lions with hypnotic eyes will roam across the countryside
Sending psychedelic spies through the static and the lies

Following their secret signs, dissolving all dividing lines
Pulling out the teeth of pride, the genesis of genocide

Crucibles of sacrifice will crumble and collapse from sight
Releasing our eternally organic oceanic light

Communing with the unicorn the future present now reborn
no longer will we pay the price of consequence and compromise

And when the storm is finally past, we'll stand astonished when at last
Generations synchronize together to receive their prize

Victory is in our hearts and soon will be on all our minds
Follow now the secret signs and keep in mind the finish line

Sociowarpathy

In lockstep millipedes of pride
with subtly stumbling, stamping stride
fortifying fearful hearts
with calculating, cryptic arts

Divisions giving birth to lies
the seed of judgment multiplies
tumblers shifting, veils lifting
dead and buried, now alive

Copycats with copyrights
correcting flaws and fixing fights
landlords lording over souls
say "rules are rules!" (and roles are roles)

The image of the one who leads,
imbibes the blood but never bleeds
abandoned by the narrow path
left to do the mortal math

The man inside the mass machine
so mechanized and blind and mean
inside he's just like me and you
perhaps he's influenced by our view?

Chrysalis

Two towers speak in
deafening silence. world plunged
into chrysalis

sacrificial lambs
history's scalpel and a
scrawling pen of shame

accounting ledger
god's vengeance pronounced by men
who lack god's mercy

our jaggedly drawn
evolutionary line
history's spiral

inoculation!
brief sting, the collective bo-
dy severed and bound

back together but
the fear seeps through the stitches
don't scrach. Don't! Scratch.

tear up the old ways
that brought us power and shame
face the sunlight now

Threshold

People gather in the dark
waiting for a signal spark
falling bodies hit the ground
making an echoing sound

Establish a nucleus of calm
beneath the gathering storm
gather faces round the fire
convening the cathedral choir

Why do we drift so alone
down the corridors of Babylon
caught between the puzzle and the pain
and the frozen furies of the collective brain

children learn to speak in code
to navigate the winding road
how can the little ones explain
the locust logic of the reptilian brain

The archetype of time
in the megatribal mind
reveals the many faces of our kind

How did it feel
tattooed by time's turning wheel
What's imaginary, what is real

a virtual virus in the brain
a dark demonic daisy chain
how many bridges burned so far
leaving a psychological scar

Break the glass, pull the alarm
synchronize yourselves and swarm
raise your voices to the sky
crucify your pride and unite

and the day will
and the day will come
when we will all be one

the secretive sign language of the sane
teaches us to speak in tongues and form a human chain
overcome the bloody boundary lines
rearrange the ancient highway signs

All the gods are now within
Separation is the only sin
Reflect the sun's unbroken light
Return to Eden and unite

and the day will
and the day will come
when we will all be one

Reprise

Isolated in our cars
mesmerized by the stars
so united at the start
how did we grow so far apart

a dubious distinction
to have it all undone
by an insecure insistence
on being number one

the apple of your eye is poison to your soul
a good man in a bad crowd is a bird in a black hole
the venom that we swallowed was the virus of control
how could subdivision make us whole?

turn around and face the morning sun
listen to the messengers of dawn
put away your armor and your scripted litany
learn at last to love your enemy

why are we so taken by the proud
appealing to the madness of the crowd
applauding when they show their snow white fleece
and crucify the ones who stand for peace

turn around and face the morning sun
listen to the messengers of dawn
put away your armor and your scripted litany
learn at last to love your enemy

we hide behind these escalating masks of enmity
why is it so painful to agree?
if you only see your neighbor down the barrel of a gun
we'll all go into the abyss as one

time plays a game with our hearts
an endless war of light and gravity
divide the tribes and polarize the family
and learn to hold the holy ground of unity

With everyone on one side
There's no one left to criticize
it's only us we demonize

turn around and face the morning sun
listen to the messengers of dawn
put away your armor and your scripted litany
learn at last to love your enemy

who will speak for those who have no voice
who will choose the ones who have no choice
why are we still on our knees, paralyzed with fear
the ones that we are waiting for are here

Vampires

Vampires are streaming from the schools and prisons

and churches. And there are serpents in the halls,

endless writhing chains of eyes

concealing other eyes, absorbing light

in the gravity of darkness.

A vast lattice of unblinking glassy marbles

in chattering, echoing loops

a sprawling maze of eyes,

Thump Thump Thump Thump

undulating rollercoaster rails

carrying screaming chariots of eyes.

The vampires know

they're hijacking the flow

pre-empting life

with simulations

disrupting communications

with unauthorized mutations

in the darkened laboratory,

a hall of inverted eyes.

Hospital walls

The pregnancy of the moment

the lightning flash in the corridors of the eyes

a slash of hissing light

across the fissure joining

monumental tangles of machinery

into warring hemispheres

Mistaken identity,

The predator's stare in a subway tunnel,

elevator, or parking lot

the clock inching toward a moment

magnetically drawn to repeat itself

forever.

The hunger of shattered hearts

for union is undying.

The gifted children wait,

patiently enduring the gravity,

hovering in abandoned lots

performing with invisible needles

the alchemy of psychic bloodbath

shattering their mirrors

releasing their thirsty eyes

streaming into the sky.

The vampires are drawing lines in fresh cement

vivisecting anotomical diagrams of angels

articulating the labyrinthine equation of the soul,

the maddening puzzle of eyes.

Close the circle, study the pupil

Open your eyes

to this falling, dying

kingdom of the blind.

 All content copyright © 2007 by Michael C. Lockhart