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And so, the details
of the absolute,
the unthinkable catastrophes
at the root,
are written off
in a margin somewhere
with the hopes that no one
will have time to care
enough to take
a second look
and identify
the twisted crooks
who strategically
stole the truth
from an occupied
phone booth…
As a lone voice
on the line,
strained from the weight
of broken time,
searched thru words
to find metaphors
to help us heave open
the heavy doors
of the churches
built up on hypocrisy,
and the history books
filled with inaccuracy…
that we may one day
pry open our eyes
and free the mouth of truth
from the cupped hand of lies.
Humankind did not rise
by being civilized.
Technology cannot adequately
muffle the cries
of a species pushed forward
by greed and extortion…
a people molded by
fear, war, and distortion.
Then of course the timeline
is written and given
with no mention of certain
places, races, or women.
A past full of holes and
souls that were stolen…
A present full of commercialized
and falsified optimism.
And a select few who feel the
weight of a fate being untold,
aware of an apocalypse
waiting to unfold
that will collapse the corrupt factions
hiding behind the American dream…
that will reveal what the politicians
struggle to keep unseen…
that will awaken an inner knowledge
of shared spirituality,
and eliminate the misconception
keeping us from being free.
And finally the cryptic visions
will all make perfect sense;
the phone booth was physicality
and the voice...higher consciousness...
M.Toth 2007
of the absolute,
the unthinkable catastrophes
at the root,
are written off
in a margin somewhere
with the hopes that no one
will have time to care
enough to take
a second look
and identify
the twisted crooks
who strategically
stole the truth
from an occupied
phone booth…
As a lone voice
on the line,
strained from the weight
of broken time,
searched thru words
to find metaphors
to help us heave open
the heavy doors
of the churches
built up on hypocrisy,
and the history books
filled with inaccuracy…
that we may one day
pry open our eyes
and free the mouth of truth
from the cupped hand of lies.
Humankind did not rise
by being civilized.
Technology cannot adequately
muffle the cries
of a species pushed forward
by greed and extortion…
a people molded by
fear, war, and distortion.
Then of course the timeline
is written and given
with no mention of certain
places, races, or women.
A past full of holes and
souls that were stolen…
A present full of commercialized
and falsified optimism.
And a select few who feel the
weight of a fate being untold,
aware of an apocalypse
waiting to unfold
that will collapse the corrupt factions
hiding behind the American dream…
that will reveal what the politicians
struggle to keep unseen…
that will awaken an inner knowledge
of shared spirituality,
and eliminate the misconception
keeping us from being free.
And finally the cryptic visions
will all make perfect sense;
the phone booth was physicality
and the voice...higher consciousness...
M.Toth 2007
Literature
...
fine then, just leave me alone
let me rot in this "shithole" existence
you don't like it?
well it's none of your business
try to turn me around
put me on "the right path"?
it won't work
you haven't experienced such wrath
and then experienced the everlasting calm
but you'll never understand
all you know is the bad
all you remember is sad
i'm sorry you felt the need to cut me off
it's a real shame
and you weren't even involved
as if our friendship was a game
well i miss your friendship
you hurt me just as badly
as the one you criticize
still, i would renew our bond, gladly
if you weren't this way or that
stubborn, hard headed
just open you
Literature
armor
We all go thought fire
We all must walk to coals, to cross the wire
The flames will harden our skin to armor
Sit down and cry will remove the pain that is inside of you
Standing of and fighting it will do much more
There is much to do……
Stand now
Fight now
It is time now
You are here,
now take it
Don’t let it slip away
Don’t let it fade away
You know you,
Now bring it
Don’t let it slip away
Don’t let it fade away
We are all weak, you cannot hide it
Know what you are and stand by it
Forge armour, like dragon scales from you
And you will stand again
No other can ever truly stand for you
It will always be
Literature
In the Syllable
...then there is a way in diswaiting.
Dust some yellow sand covers,
here uncover bare bedding.
...suffusing red planes, blushed dunes,
under incidentally quilted blanket
wet as arid curves, as sounds.
...in a persistent pavement,
in a solemn unsuited promise,
some written words erase
some letters drip and soak
unto a perfuse miracle,
a dislocated split,
a letting go of...
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9.2007 - commentary on the corruption and manipulation of organized religion, politics, and material society - hope for the evolution of humanity to new planes of consciousness and awareness
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I applaud you for attacking the root of the problem, especially the one concerning religion; for I don't believe that it's religion itself-religion should be rather synoymous to the way one lead's their life-but instead the people and organizations who use it as a business or gimmick. I loathe that. Your words are intelligent and true!