The Path
Posted: Wed Oct 01, 2003 4:37 pm
A poem inspired by Makera
The path
is paved with white gold dust
on top of the bricks that are coloured like rust
stepped and terraced like a chinese rice field
be brave, start the ascent and take up thy shield
to the top glowing like the furnace of the fiery sun
hurry, climb up and start to run
and what if you are afraid and start to falter?
and what about the ties to this earth, like a halter?
climb up and jump into the river of gold
electromagnetically charged and the apex will unfold
and take you to the encrypted secret's of the ark
like the suicidal girl hacking at her arm and trying to find the mark
despair it is easy, despair it is very dark
and the future is even bleaker and very stark
and the blood flows red into the beautiful gothic park
where statues stare like mortals forever encased in stone
giving you the feeling that you are not alone
buildings and pillars and the white holy dove
do mesh together in the universal chainwoven fabric of love
and you try and look up to see the heaven's above
and realise that there are no directions in this bizarre vortex to shove
and you get a vision of a hidden city under the deep blue sea
where angels are mermaids and the sailors have drowned free
rising again off bermuda, like it was encayced and fortold
this shrangri-la, this el dorado, this city of white pure gold
and you get a glimpse of what you were trying and trying to climb
the gold capped pryamid again, the path and the utterly sublime
and the belief and the belief that drives us to crime
in the name of the Lord and the religions of the saved and the divine
the treasure of which, of which you never shall find
lost again and again in the atlantis in the cobwebs of your rancid mind
Georges
The path
is paved with white gold dust
on top of the bricks that are coloured like rust
stepped and terraced like a chinese rice field
be brave, start the ascent and take up thy shield
to the top glowing like the furnace of the fiery sun
hurry, climb up and start to run
and what if you are afraid and start to falter?
and what about the ties to this earth, like a halter?
climb up and jump into the river of gold
electromagnetically charged and the apex will unfold
and take you to the encrypted secret's of the ark
like the suicidal girl hacking at her arm and trying to find the mark
despair it is easy, despair it is very dark
and the future is even bleaker and very stark
and the blood flows red into the beautiful gothic park
where statues stare like mortals forever encased in stone
giving you the feeling that you are not alone
buildings and pillars and the white holy dove
do mesh together in the universal chainwoven fabric of love
and you try and look up to see the heaven's above
and realise that there are no directions in this bizarre vortex to shove
and you get a vision of a hidden city under the deep blue sea
where angels are mermaids and the sailors have drowned free
rising again off bermuda, like it was encayced and fortold
this shrangri-la, this el dorado, this city of white pure gold
and you get a glimpse of what you were trying and trying to climb
the gold capped pryamid again, the path and the utterly sublime
and the belief and the belief that drives us to crime
in the name of the Lord and the religions of the saved and the divine
the treasure of which, of which you never shall find
lost again and again in the atlantis in the cobwebs of your rancid mind
Georges