This is a place where we post the poems,music and videos that we make when the mood takes us. "If the fool would persist in his folly he would become wise. Folly is the cloak of knavery." by William Blake from The Marriage of Heaven and Hell.
Sunday, 25 December 2011
I walked the spiral paths
To the southern face of the tor
And by a holly thorn
I bowed at the dharma door
I nealt on the sacred earth
And I offered my soul to the groud
And by the fallen dragons egg
I heard a tremendous sound
Seven billion whispering minds
And seven billion awakening hearts
And I knew that the human race
Is greater than the sum of it's parts
I walked the spiral paths
To the southern face of the tor
And I offered my humble service
To our mother for ever more.
Dimlo sighs
25/12/11
Tuesday, 20 December 2011
Let yourself go
Let yourself flow
Let yoourself know
You are the show
Let yourself see
Let yourself be
Let yourself hear
Silence is near
All in one
One in all
Return to the source
Arise from the fall
All things are love
Love is the key
Embrace us in joy
We bow to thee
Dimlo
Winter solstice
21/12/2011
1 year 16 hours 51 minutes and 44 seconds to ascension
Let yourself flow
Let yoourself know
You are the show
Let yourself see
Let yourself be
Let yourself hear
Silence is near
All in one
One in all
Return to the source
Arise from the fall
All things are love
Love is the key
Embrace us in joy
We bow to thee
Dimlo
Winter solstice
21/12/2011
1 year 16 hours 51 minutes and 44 seconds to ascension
Thursday, 15 December 2011
Close to madness ?
I feel close to madness,
close to the edge,
I'm under the RADAR,
I'm over the hedge.
The energy is rushing,
straight through me head,
this leached existance,
is bleeding me dead,
I better slow up,
for there is traffic ahead !
close to the edge,
I'm under the RADAR,
I'm over the hedge.
The energy is rushing,
straight through me head,
this leached existance,
is bleeding me dead,
I better slow up,
for there is traffic ahead !
Beware the ides of December, tribute to ANONYMOUS.
Blessed be, Anonymous, No one saw us coming, In their ivory towers, The could not hear our drumming. From the verdent Amazonian basin, To the rEvolutionary Arab squares, The corrupt did not see us, The corrupt were never there. Like the first weeds on a lawn, Diversity's spark errupted, To drop a little acid,
on what compliance had constructed. And the wind blown seeds, From diverse creeds, Took root amongst the green, The wierdest widest we-ness, The world had ever scen. Awake, arise, ascend, our friends, We call you like the sun, As shadows fade to memories, the golden dawn has come. This life is for the living, And profit has no soul, We cast aside delusion, And the matrix of control. A million different pilgrims, Are marching in the street, You can not kill an idea, We'll never taste defeat. For the rEvolution is unstopable, Thr elephant is in the room, No more tolerence of corruption, OUR change is coming soon ! Dimlo Sighs 15/12/11
Tuesday, 13 December 2011
These words......
These words come rushing Out of me So fully formed my litany And to what end I can not see They cost me much Yet still they're free By will alone I moved my mind And never knew What worlds I'd find I was in the dark Alone and blind But then the light Awoke in my mind Reassuring lberating powerful kind Now I am just a channel for the force Just another aspect of the source
Monday, 12 December 2011
The system must change
It is broken and corrupt
And the suffering will increase
As the addige is upped
We are spoon fed black lies
For our daily bread
And the Walls of this prison
Are inside of our head
Things are terribly wrong
On the board of this game
And we fall for illusion
Again and again
You were not born stupid
You were conditioned that way
So you will toil in the dirt
While the kings make hay
You were born, You were schooled
Now go work until you die
You must spend your life grasping
For your piece of the pie
Too tired and to busy
To look to the skys
Too absorbed in the machine
To open your eyes
Where them lies the profit
In this zietghast absurd
Now that freedom is painted
As a dirtied word
The monitised Market
Holds all fools in black chains
With a million products
By a thousand names
You are foam blown flotsom
To the corporate greed
As the world is sown
With distructions seed
Nice one monsanto
Cheers ! Thanks for the break
I go plant this poison
By that toxic lake
Them I'll go wash in petrol
And emoliate myself
For the debt has consumed me
And taken my wealth
We are all Indian farmers
In the battle for truth
And in your ivory towers
How high is your roof
So, psycopathic,
Corporate whore
Enough is enough
You can take no more
Do you feel secure
You unspeakable cocks
At the end of the day
Its your heads on the blocks
Dimlo sighs
12/12/11
It is broken and corrupt
And the suffering will increase
As the addige is upped
We are spoon fed black lies
For our daily bread
And the Walls of this prison
Are inside of our head
Things are terribly wrong
On the board of this game
And we fall for illusion
Again and again
You were not born stupid
You were conditioned that way
So you will toil in the dirt
While the kings make hay
You were born, You were schooled
Now go work until you die
You must spend your life grasping
For your piece of the pie
Too tired and to busy
To look to the skys
Too absorbed in the machine
To open your eyes
Where them lies the profit
In this zietghast absurd
Now that freedom is painted
As a dirtied word
The monitised Market
Holds all fools in black chains
With a million products
By a thousand names
You are foam blown flotsom
To the corporate greed
As the world is sown
With distructions seed
Nice one monsanto
Cheers ! Thanks for the break
I go plant this poison
By that toxic lake
Them I'll go wash in petrol
And emoliate myself
For the debt has consumed me
And taken my wealth
We are all Indian farmers
In the battle for truth
And in your ivory towers
How high is your roof
So, psycopathic,
Corporate whore
Enough is enough
You can take no more
Do you feel secure
You unspeakable cocks
At the end of the day
Its your heads on the blocks
Dimlo sighs
12/12/11
Sunday, 11 December 2011
Cogitive disonance,
Our original sin,
A failiure to grasp
The state we are in
On a finite planet
This viral hoard
Lives by consumption
Across the board
There are seven billion
Hungry hearts
To ravage our home
And consume it's parts
And too few can see
The elephant in the room
We are heading for disaster
If we don't change soon
But never mind lovies
Just continue to shop
And make the most
Of the time we have got
For the truth is stark
And unbarably grim
We are killing our planet
The blind staight we are in
Are you starting to see yet ?
Can you hear what the wind says?
Or are you cognitive disonance ?
To the end of your days !
Dimlo sighs
12/12/11
Our original sin,
A failiure to grasp
The state we are in
On a finite planet
This viral hoard
Lives by consumption
Across the board
There are seven billion
Hungry hearts
To ravage our home
And consume it's parts
And too few can see
The elephant in the room
We are heading for disaster
If we don't change soon
But never mind lovies
Just continue to shop
And make the most
Of the time we have got
For the truth is stark
And unbarably grim
We are killing our planet
The blind staight we are in
Are you starting to see yet ?
Can you hear what the wind says?
Or are you cognitive disonance ?
To the end of your days !
Dimlo sighs
12/12/11
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