riot

let your grip slip
as i rip this
living circuits encrypt this

just witness

the quickness with which i just drip this
no black hole sun could eclipse this
i drip mist
designed like wine to the mind of the mystic
spraying the bliss thick
if you cant find
the magician
you miss tricks

weavin lines and ecliptics
ellipses and glyphs fixed
in arcs polyrhythmic

but you still wanna nit pick

so i slip out the grip quick

fluid flying my mind
through the fabric of time
but you're still chillin' blind
drawin lines with your matchsticks

while i'm surfing the circle
galactic back curl
spiral into itself
just before it unfurls

behold scrolls unfold
with the message i hold
but it's hidden to all but the bad and the bold

worth more than your gold
never been sold
its been told

so you've got no excuse
once you've been rolled

back into the cage
you're on stage
in a play
see a candle at night
and think that its day

cause you live in illusion
with falsehood you fuse in
cant see to be free
on this light wave i'm cruisin
deeper violet than blues in

the eyes of the mind-blind kind that they're usin

a planet of slaves
speeding into their graves
lost beyond hope in material maze

drinkin up all the posions
that make your lips moisten
the business of death you've put your path choice in

and choking out leaves
green lungs of the earth
chase plastic trash
thinkin' life's what its worth
to live for one moment
sedated and still
surrender your mind and your flesh to it's will

the merchant sells men their sweet coated doom
once all of the light has gone out from the room
you'll conjure a dream
full of vice and black gloom

for he's never known light
for all his caged life
engineers from the ashes
his limitless strife

and tries to prop up
his still crumbling dome
built on the first lie
he ever was told

"you can take it all with you, wherever you go. . ."

which forms the ruinous base of his tower
of electric babble on high wattage power

and add to it just one more false axiom:
"it's us or it's them, something's gotta be done"

and so ends the world in a clamor and strife
man chases illusion and loses his life

but i still spin on
out in spirals of light
recoursing all time in a limitless flight

for i clutch naught and crave not
for any fixed thing
i'm just a brief note on a vibrating string

. . .

copyright Peter Asher Watts 2009