BLUETYGER

                      The Kings of Chaos And the Lords of Bliss Could not see eye to eye The Kings wanted death The Lords chose Life The Kings imposed hell The Lords offered heaven One had servents The other had brethren The Kings garnered property Esteem and possessions And worried about lineage Heirs and succession The Lords spread the good news Of Love and Wisdom Far and wide they shared the truth Of the beauty of their kingdom The Kings build walls and motes The Lords build bridges The Lords seek unity The Kings sow seeds of derision The kings live in darkness The Lords live in the light The Lord's gift is compassion The Kings thinks theirs is might Both seek to lead And both need each other Only one sees the power Of accepting the other As their brother On the path to divinity  And to liberation The self must die So too the myth The illusion of our separation

  Peacemakers and soothsayers Both can agree That love and truth Will set us free With open hearts And open minds These are the paths To the divine The journey inwards To our very core Seeking and searching Our wholeness restored Asking each other What ails you, my friend Is the beginning of healing Is no way the end When souls ache And mistakes injure And shadows of our hope lay farrowed and in danger Seeing into  And not through Brings us closer There are no strangers Brothers and sisters And cousins to all We reach for ourselves While giving our all We climb the mountain Without fearing to fall In our essence no pretense We are who we see We are who we were And will always be Seeking peace and contentment Wholeness and joy Our sovereignty our birthright No one can destroy We lords and we ladies Of righteousness and bliss Our souls and spirits If nothing we know this: We share one body This body of a man We share one soul This world soul - Amen We are of the spirit That we a...

     Politicians and Religionists, They are to blame. There's no difference, There's no schism, They are full of wrathful Hot-tempered wisdom, Guileful and pious. Looking through a fractured prism Pontius Pilate and Pharisees, Selfish, self-righteous, death dealers All of these. Sacrificing their women and children To their bloodthirsty god to appease, Their darkest desires, bellow fire Blaming, shaming, gaming, To fuel the flaming.   Conserving nothing, polluting all, Ridiculing, pushing, praying for the fall. Looking to eradicate, while they castigate The poor, the hungry, and the huddled masses. Serenity is the enemy. They are the victim - fractured, fragging Always nagging, Manifesting darkness, They dance upon the carcass. Ill-tempered pulpit bullies Sitting on their asses. Playing Caesar such a ploy, Abusing interns and altar boys, These shattered souls To them just toys. Domination, Corporations Demanding of us sublimation. But their white-knuckled  ...