From Mars Jazz (2016): "The Train Goes Down the Track" tackles bliss, addiction, technology's impact on the human soul, and the cost of enlightenment.
Stay away from yourself,
The ego is destined for hell
There was no subject to attain
Inside this membrane
It is all lost meaning reflecting off
The mirrors of emptiness
And there it goes again,
The steam engine marches on
To the typing madness bestowed,
Didn’t you know this already?
You have to keep pounding and writing
All for nothing new, nothing but echoes
Of the same shit again and again-
Wisdom located in silence on the bookshelf
Of sonnets never read
Stay far away, exist in the chakra removed
From reality and lust-
What else is to come?
Do not write about yourself or anything else.
Don’t write a fucking thing anymore,
Nothing matters like it used to,
Like when youth burned solitude-
Drugs and sex and music
Pervaded the craving
Which is now all that remains in the ego ditch-
There must be something more,
Before, didn’t you feel better?
Didn’t you pretend to be perfect?
One thing, then another;
A maze made of chemical contradiction
Of anger and joy-
Enjoy hell,
You miserable piece of extricated shit
Lifelessly floating atop the toilet bowl
Of power
-
Political military warfare novels
Never remembering what became
Of this corpse rotting
In the conscious remnants
Of humanity dancing in an afterglow-
Have you ever been high?
Have you ever been
In that moment when
All sadness disappears
And you can’t remember why anything
Ever bothered you and there is nothing
But bliss- ?
There is nothing but a vast banquet:
A smorgasbord of emptiness
And there is only the moment,
Only here now-
People who don’t understand
The beauty and serenity of the single moment-
The beauty of eternal love always
Ringing here and now…
People who have never been high
People who got high long ago
And have forgotten-
These people must get tired
Of all the dirty hippies and Hindus
Always spouting,
Chanting-
“Be Here Now! Be Here Now!”
How could they ever understand
If they are truly not here and now
And are never awake enough
To realize or remember
Or whatever your circumstance might be-
Be Here Now-
That is all there is
And those minds can’t wrap
The snake skin around the concept-
There was never a subject to attain
Inside this membrane
Of the cold dark matter universe-
We have underestimated what lies in
Blank empty space
Separating our galaxies-
We have grossly misunderstood
The fabric of emptiness splitting us
Light years from aliens-
Heaven is here and now,
You’re already there already
You are already here now, so be it!
I often refrain from exclamation points
So I hope you understand
The severity of the punctuation-
I don’t throw my grammar around
Loosely, things the egos say,
They are all destined for hell-
Removed and gone and here and now,
I am.
Whatever I may be amongst
The frigid loneliness electricity trap,
I should never have taken that last shot,
I should have stayed asleep
Destruction!
Poetry!
How dare you eat that peach?!
The yellow smoke flies free,
Delusional universe indeed-
Pushing and shoving,
Separated and removed and gone
Until we are here and now, I am-
Whatever may come,
Whatever else will be,
I will remember love and all the love
I ever saw before me,
The ego will burn
And love will cycle again and again,
Never-ending sums!
Be here now and see what you become
Be here for a second and simply be now
It never ends,
It never ends
Always to this reality,
This reality will bend- !
Shhhh…
Hush.
The train slows down on the track…
The ink dries and the fingers crack…
The cold lonesome electric trap
Encloses me with a fountain of whiskey-
There is nothing left but here and now
And dreams of death by poetry…
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