{"id":66468,"date":"2013-03-04T09:33:09","date_gmt":"2013-03-04T09:33:09","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.thetruthseeker.co.uk\/?p=66468"},"modified":"2013-03-06T09:26:21","modified_gmt":"2013-03-06T09:26:21","slug":"this-horse-needs-a-rider","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.thetruthseeker.co.uk\/?p=66468","title":{"rendered":"This Horse Needs a Rider"},"content":{"rendered":"

Reflections in a Petri Dish \u2013 March 3, 2013<\/h1>\n

Dog Poet Transmitting…….<\/h5>\n
May your noses always be cold and wet.<\/h5>\n
Oh those charity balls! It must be a whole lot of fun to ball Charity. She spreads wide, till the pink inside turns green; money, honey. Money shots and money’s got, or not got.<\/a> The sheer spectacle stuns me, Billionaires, globe trotting around, lying on sumptuous lounge chairs, getting blown by the best in the business, while the world waits inline, but can’t get in at the end of the tunnel to nowhere or is that, or is that Erehwon?<\/h5>\n
Down in the brownny wine cinders of a love that will not go out. I found the shadow of doubt on my doorstep. He said I had left this bag, which he had in his hand, back at the train station that I had just come from. I pointed to the tree at the side of the house and said, \u201cWhy don’t you put it there, under the eaves of the ever-leaves. I don’t need it anymore\u201d.<\/h5>\n
I think we are all looking at that state which I call, Doomed to Departure. Another way to say that is , knowing the end from the beginning.. Because the end will come around and I would read this one all the way to the end<\/span>.<\/a><\/h5>\n
New song coming, only written a few minutes ago and only half complete but it gives me time to do this and the radio show, which I am already running late on but not really.<\/h5>\n
It comes down
\nlike the dreams of many a lifetimes
\nit comes down
\nnow down that hill
\nit comes down
\nto all of those lifetimes,
\nmy children<\/em><\/h5>\n
you are sons and
\nyou are daughters<\/em><\/h5>\n
brought forth born
\non the sparkling waters
\nthe unfinished dreams in the dry caverns
\nof your mothers and fathers
\nwho fell down on their knees<\/em><\/h5>\n
and beat with a fury
\non the ground beneath them
\nbegging sweet Jesus
\nthat Krishna would release<\/em><\/h5>\n
all the deva angels
\nso that one days special meaning
\ncould put our fears away
\non that day, on that day on that day<\/em><\/h5>\n
with the tongues of angels
\nand their healing fire
\nthat we would climb that mountain
\nand set the cities free
\nWe will storm the castles
\nall the billionaire towers
\nand we will drown them in flowers
\nand they will give us peace<\/em><\/h5>\n
we will have our weapons
\nall those broken rainbows
\nthey cut like love under moonlight
\nwe shall have our peace<\/em><\/h5>\n
from the tongues of angels
\nthe words will follow
\nand stamp their feet
\nit is is a long time coming<\/em><\/h5>\n
but it will come like a crying wonder
\nbecause our loving mother
\nwants to let us go free
\ninto the treasure ship
\nof the dark waters of our kindred keep<\/em><\/h5>\n
She is unchained now
\noh they bound her in chains
\nthey broke her wonder
\nthey broke the rainbow
\nthe shards are our weapons
\nwe will have peace<\/em><\/h5>\n
and the the truth,rides a horse called Thunder
\nshe comes down on the plain
\nnaked on her steed
\nshe will bring release
\nshe will
\ngive you peace
\nI know I know
\nshe will give you peace
\nand the truth will set you free
\nI am that horse and she is my rider
\non my back is where she will be<\/em><\/h5>\n
Wren these words above your head
\nlet it be in this darkling night of starlight
\nlay down with me darling
\nand let these things be<\/em><\/h5>\n
It’s all crimson and clover
\nit’s just blood and nature
\nrunning silent in the subterranean sunlight inside our skin
\nthey have bought and owned us
\nbut not for ever<\/em><\/h5>\n
we are coming down that mountain
\nunto the shining sea
\nthe rapture of the waters
\nand the cleansing dolphin
\nwho take the terrible toxins
\ninto the gills of agape
\nand the suicide dreams
\nof all the goddamned bankers and lawyers
\nand politicians and police
\nthere’s a new pope coming cause the old one is running
\nHe’s running for cover
\nbut will soon discover that that there is no where to hide
\nI’m just a horse at the crossroads watching the lies go by<\/em><\/h5>\n
Truth is my rider
\nand your sons and daughters
\nacross the waters,
\nthey will bring you peace<\/em><\/h5>\n
it’s no longer
\nancient china
\nsome Japanese despise her
\ntheir narrow almond eyes are wider
\nthan the channel to the Indian seas<\/em><\/h5>\n
we are joined together like a chain linked letter
\nas a reminder for what we needs must see
\nthere are no humming birds coming
\nto the sushi restaurant in tel aviv
\nthey like the honeysuckle wrapped
\nin a bloody broken knuckle smashed
\ninto a Palestinian face
\nbecause they are the people of the book<\/em><\/h5>\n
What book would that be?
\nit is the book of life
\ngo ask Dorothy about her red shoes
\nThe Pope wears red slippers
\nwhen the pope’s nose
\nfrom the turkey Thanksgiving special delight
\nIs given to the chosen
\nsome kind of accidental circumcision
\nIt’s a choice cut from Thanksgiving
\nthe pope’s nose and
\nthe pope knows
\nthe pope knows<\/em><\/h5>\n
End Transmission…..<\/h5>\n
Now the radio show next.<\/h5>\n

Source<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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