on thee palm ov our hands
(as seen in issue #5)
beacons ov light
transmitters ov k(now)ledge
relaying data
from our T.I.M.E suits
b(earth) suits
spiritual armor
furnished with our 2+3
senses
sequences
sacrifices
this world is magical
though I.T. may seem drained
ov its vitality
I.T. is hidden behind
an iron wall
ov mechanized pipe dreams
and objectivism
perpetuated by thee
automatons I.T. creates
with our wills
with our skills
with our intents
let’s change thee wall
into a walkway
open thee lines
and currents
ov coummunication
ov coummunity
ov unity
awaken from your daydream
and dream up a day
worth living
create and be destroyed
be destroyed and becoum
becoum and you will
sEE that reality is frEE
but here wE pay a premium
for an illusion
I.T. costs little to stay
and everything to leave
thee writing was
never on thee wall
I.T. was on thee palm
ov our hands after all
- Jimmy thee gnosE -
if you think this poem is about you it probably is
take y/our clothes off
E can feel thee rhythm
ov sweat
beading down y/our breasts
our roots meet
our crowns peak
the sacred geometry
is coumplete
breath in breath
blood in blood
thee sweet taste ov y/our flesh
thee intoxicating bouquet
ov entanglement
- Jimmy thee gnosE -
a pagan holiday
thee pagans are alive and well
E witnessed thee evidence
with my own two eyes
E felt thee gods' presence
E seen thee shaman walk with thee spirits
E watched and participated in rituals
around thee fire
became drunk from thee dances ov
remembrance
seduction
and L-ov-E
costumes were worn to mimic thee spirits
that inhabit thee oak grove
others bared their selves to be as free
as thee wildlife and trees
during thee
high holiday
ov L-ov-E nature and musick
thee palpable taste ov
unfiltered flesh permeated thee air
salt and soil skin and oil
silt and smoke family and folk
thee musick could be heard
from three altars and thee playful voices
tickled my soul
my tickled soul
soul my tickled
gifts were given
riddles were rhymed
and a heart skipped a beat
messages of adoration
poured from thee mouths ov thee
high healers
medicine was administered by thee
wizards ov thee woods
bliss junkies welcomed everyone h(OM)e
and E fell in l-OV-e again
until next T.I.M.E.
my dear Shangri-La
- Jimmy thee gnosE -
summer haze
summer haze
and thee meaningless
teenage da(y)ze
nihilistic adolescent idolatry
misplaced rebellious rage
homemade explosives
torched pavilions
vhs evidence
in thee age between
excuse and distraction
2oo bored and socially vacant suburban white boys
on thee path ov (self) destruktion
dissonant moans
ov land line phones
skipping cd players
blasting korn and def tones
girls with tongue piercings
flashing their tits
for a pack ov menthol cigarettes
thee camcorder got it all
thee left hand hits rewind
and thee right wants to replay
thee reckless
und feckless
neurotic stripling
solstice craze
- Jimmy thee gnosE -