Shock-Ra

I was in between two worlds
but now I am shaping space in the void
myspace
yourspace
outer space
we love dangerously
because we are not programmed by the borg
the assimilated factions of the machine of compromise
we are travelers of time
from another dimension
to be ourselves is to believe in ourselves
the old crowds will dissipate
the new crowds will appear
doors will be closed
others will open
your beautiful mind will be opened
the imposter will shrivel and die
like a snakeskin boot
worn and discarded
in a house you have left
haunted and forgotten
out on shelby avenue

this new place is infinite
like landscapes stretched on impossible canvas for miles
floating on moon racer clouds
of islands in the sky
no holy wars
no guns
no loud oppressive voices
no ignorance
no plebs...
no hatred or deviance
only bohemian expression
imagination
understanding....
melody
poetry
art
true beauty
beauty as truth

utopia
utopia

when will we move to the PNW
where all of the trees are bigger than buildings
and the streams are mirrors that take the stress away
by not looking into them but wading into them
we feel the bodies impulse
to get away from the crowd of activated zombie hordes
the white nationalist militias
and McGc hat wearing tourists
the angry mobs pelting the capital buildings
with notes saying I cM FREE or GIVE ME MY GUNS
Shock-Ra
Shock-Ra
Laughing Buddha
Kali Mist
Sticky Icky
and all the rest
I am still a christian
but I am not into politics
I am a gothic hippie inclusive Jesus freak
wanting peace
wanting community in music and paintings
folk art near a hidden lake
farms of green and happy animals
we tip the traditions upside down
and create new ones
like fantastic glowing rainbows
over toughened skins of tribal leather
we paint our faces
and dance around the fire
tellings stories about the beginning of days
where angels were more like us
than we are now
utopia is growing
underneath the silence
underneath the mossy coating of stones
underneath what you think is real
this is not real
at all
Shock-Ra