posted on March 19, 2012 at 8:12 pm

a complete blast

and the woman stepped out of the river

the deep and swirling euphrates

the warm and dark tigris

the lonely and sacred alph

the holy and healing ganges

and we come to a fork in the road

and we see we have been wrong all our lives

we have inflicted our own good on all we deem evil

we have murdered for life

we have tortured for love

we have invaded for peace

we have indeed fucked for chastity

yes as the book progresses you realise….

when you realise we are villains dressed as heroes

when you realise all that we have set in motion here….

when i was five i ran away from this world

yes i seemed to be here but i was off elsewhere

those dreams i was having…you dont expect me to believe…..?

and all the things i was born knowing and seeing

and all the things i could never ever learn

born to know but not to lead

born in doubt but not to follow

everything in life becomes dispensable in death

money debts children enemies

yes they will carry on

in the darkness or in the light

this world never began and it will never end

it was always here and everything upon it

no creation no evolution just permanence

our souls exist in perpetuity

we will play every part

the baron the drunk the pilot the wife

the son the sister the father the child

the dog and the star

each and everyone

they say we were once part of god

but fixated on autonomy we fractured

an infinite number of busted bits

tiny little lords of their universe

working their way up from worm to sun

pull on lives like you pull on coats

in one world an athlete in another lame

in one time a king in another a slave

in another youre rich in another youre poor

youre everyone youre no one

this must happen because you desired to experience everything

i laugh at the simplicity of science and religion

missing the point as always as ever

solemnly swearing on this book or that

why everything happens on one million levels

if you dont take it all into account then what have you got?

its fucking hilarious when the preachers and PhDs

tell you this world was created by this means or that

idiot eden or some primeval soup yeah i dont think so

i think we cant even believe how incredibly groovy this all is

i say groovy because no other word can express my delight

my delight as i observe the mechanisms in place

interlocking elements across all dimensions

the masterstrokes of an author

something everywhere that yet cannot be found

too huge for your little books

too much for our language to contemplate or bear

i know it i always knew it

humanity is perverse

all the people you help  will burn you the most

and you always keep turning into things that you hate

christ and buddha show us other ways to live

but truly, who have you met that can live like that?

as i approacheth old age i tune into to subtle things

the people i think of appear out of nowhere

because of my yoga because of my diet

because i am both sinner and saint embodied as one

because i am madder than a lake but saner than you can believe

because i have thrashed my mind ceaselessly before me

everything i have i have dreamed up

a spirit within me taught me everything

we all have that spirit but so very few will listen

given five daughters to atone for trespass against female

given ten years of heroin to atone for my trespass against man

i knock out my stuff(ing) without really trying

if i’m trying i must be wrong i guess

and the woman in the river

all white and naked

lilith i s’pose or some abstract eve

even the educated man is baffled by her charms

and an animal sits at the seat of the soul

gimme some mumbo jumbo to reconcile lust

gimme some esoteric conundrum as an erotic frame

my genius must create now he’s all wound up

he must sacrifice the evenings of women to alter his shrine

he must move through the virgins and widows and aunts

he must have all the nurses and waitresses and queen

he must dodge all the hags and the harpies

he must avoid the slatternly sunsets and the cold frigid dawn

oh he’s ever so sly like a fox in a hutch

oh hes ever so greedy like a snake in a hole

and all the time i’m wearing away

and all the time everythings getting quite slim

i am charged with great power

i am weaker than piss

i drip fluid prose

then i cant say my name

i think we are all on the wrong side

weve been cheering for bad guys all of the way

the way that things are in this world we got going

a comedy a farce a hilarious tour de force

they take the good things away

they give you the worst

they tell you youre free

free to do as somebody says

the revolution must be in the heart

even so

it may seem that you never win…..

 

 

27 Responses to “fruition”

  1. avatar
    BROKEN TOYS AND HEROS | 19 March 2012 at 9:48 pm #

    ‘The revolution must be in the heart, even so, it may seek that you never win’ ….what q perfectly profounfd statementn . I have found the ways and means to organize and get started. But I’m so tired can this wait til tomorrow to begin because apathy rules the day now…. We all must wait til tomorrow to shine, or the next….

    Dazza

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    ChknAsOutlaws"!" +* | 19 March 2012 at 11:49 pm #

    Hey Killer-
    What projects are you working on?
    Anything coming at us in the next 30-90days?
    Please tell me your life hasn’t flipped over to show the fluffy
    underbelly of all that rich living , up in the trees and all.

    We need ya SK, Tell us all something witty or profound so
    we can compare our meek existence to your comings/ goings from
    the great new Castle Kilbey .

    It gets boring looking at the same tail feathers in this overpopulated
    chicken coop. We need you for some inspiration, some guidance.
    And don’t tell me and my friends to continue to picket or boycott another
    fast food chain with chicken on the menu.
    We lost cousin Bob, he was in line with us , chanting and marching “no more CLUCKERZ….eat something else you stupid fu_k_e_z !!!!”
    When all of a sudden there was a big commotion, squawking and stompping, feathers flying.everywhere.

    “Cousin Bob , can you hear me???”
    Please o please don’t be in another ‘ brats brunch’.
    That’s how we think they took 2d Uncle Pete.
    He was a brave and devoted clucker, really can play the strat when his
    head wasn’t stuck in a trough of corn meal and chicken feed.
    “What the fuck is in Chicken Feed ?”

    Orgainze and Unite fellow Cluckerz !!!!

    We can and shall , win this clucking War !!!!

    CluckCluckCluckerz…
    {} !!!

  3. avatar
    Anonymous | 20 March 2012 at 12:46 am #

    dig them crazy specs – they’re groovy

  4. avatar
    evilren | 20 March 2012 at 2:19 am #

    It’s hard to soar with eagles when you hang with turkeys lol….. seriously.

  5. avatar
    evilren | 20 March 2012 at 2:20 am #

    let the chips fall where they may….I guess.

  6. avatar
    evilren | 20 March 2012 at 2:22 am #

    Being good is the new being evil.

  7. avatar
    . | 20 March 2012 at 2:51 am #

    A most compelling, thought-provoking, and true read!

    we went searching for the Beginning
    but the black holes kept spitting us out
    we thought we found the meaning
    but in our hearts there was always doubt

  8. avatar
    Cracka Park | 20 March 2012 at 3:40 am #

    Anyway Mr K,

    Just gawked in disbelief at the… ReAppearance this time ;-). Holy Cow!
    This is definitely where my head is at.
    THANK YOU! (also to Mr C of course)

    Been plugged in all afternoon. Re-loadin’… even as we ‘speak’!

    Luv’ & (not too much) Jazz, C P

  9. avatar
    colette | 20 March 2012 at 5:06 am #

    Exactly. I’ve never understood the meaning of nausea so well and I don’t even remember reading it, well maybe, but vaguely. Yet my understanding becomes more intense and I’ve never enjoyed nausea so much as this.

  10. avatar
    Boriah | 20 March 2012 at 7:17 am #

    Got a copy of that song “Hear in noiseville”. Congrats for the great vocal melody and lyrics. It´s really a great song to start the day. You should collaborate more oftenly with other electronic/techno musicians. When it comes to melodic pop songs you always deliver your best.
    Cheers.

  11. avatar
    JTheDon | 20 March 2012 at 7:37 am #

    Made my day bro made my day….Much Love…and blessed are you and your five daughters.

    “and we come to a fork in the road”
    fuck that say “River” again fuck it!….LOLOLOL….it was to beautiful to not to bro I’m just sayin…

    “They say we were once part of god” this Line I think You would have said “They say we one day would be gods”

    “money debts children enemies” Mee I would have added “and Respect”…LOL…LOL…

    P.S. I know who you are and I know where Thor is but my question to you is where is Loki? I am hoping stuck in some Pussy in Amsterdam….LOLOLOL….

    P.P.S. Check out SpaceX

    K
    L8R
    Winger

  12. avatar
    DavidP | 20 March 2012 at 8:51 am #

    probably if more people conducted the inner revolution of the heart
    to sacrifice the animal ego so the spiritual can take its place
    we would see more christ and buddha like people
    what a planet that would be
    and what a lot of suffering that would be avoided
    i think there is a way but each to his own
    may all beings find happiness, bliss and peace

  13. avatar
    Anonymous | 20 March 2012 at 9:00 am #

    i really like this. Lots of truth and lies and paradox – hits the space i’m in right now.

    just read the piece in the age about your show – break a leg tomorrow.

  14. avatar
    Anonymous | 20 March 2012 at 9:31 am #

    Yeah but listen, adrian belew & reeves gabrels are far & away the two crappest fuckers bowie ever hired – but who’s worse?!

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    Jmb066 | 20 March 2012 at 9:39 am #

    Well said Steve,I am so tired of people telling me this is just how life is. What can you do about it? Well change yourself first, be the best person, father, husband etc and then find like minded people to surround yourself with. It is amazing to me how narrow minded people can be. Money, religion drives this country I live in an yet I guess it could be worse. Imagine how great all countries could be if they just opened their minds a little bit. Oh well maybe in the next life. Always glad your here to share your thoughts and wisdom. Hope all is well and very excited that your written words, Earthed etc are going to be re-relased my kids coloured on my other copy. Looking forward to the new Time Being store and whats to come.

    Take Care,

    Jason

  16. avatar
    narelle parsons | 20 March 2012 at 11:12 am #

    fabulous piece of work Steve…and its all so true…
    a big heart…without any doubt the revolution must be in a heart but not too sure that the heart will split out too many words so ‘groovy’ is fine
    maintaining an open mind
    lastly, but not least a ‘wiser’ intelligence, not the current intelligence displayed so far…(according to Bertrand Russell)
    whatever happened to the revolution?…Skyhooks had a theory

  17. avatar
    Stewart | 20 March 2012 at 6:54 pm #

    Long live the revolution.

  18. avatar
    andy | 20 March 2012 at 7:03 pm #

    cripes man!
    you just nailed ‘the human condition’ in a couple ‘o pages!
    damn, you sure know how to cut through the bullshit….

  19. avatar
    Cocoamo | 21 March 2012 at 12:03 pm #

    Yes well. As you approacheth old age, me thinketh you will just get groovier.

    And you always make me laugh.

    Your Friend in Pennsylvania
    (Now in Cocoa Beach)

  20. avatar
    Linjo | 21 March 2012 at 6:39 pm #

    Watching Michael Moore’s docos puts everything into perspective! realism will always prevail me thinks! xxx

  21. avatar
    colette | 22 March 2012 at 6:51 am #

    Truly, last night ‘earthed’ helped get me to sleep… think I only made it to about track 3.That was about 11.30ish. At 2.30 I was woken by rattling windows and howling breeze…pressed play again. Had the volume almost as low as it would go. Couldn’t hear words, just soft bells and soft monotony then intoning, low tone, restrained pace, pleasing pitch. It scratched my itch, made me feel less feverish. Slept in fits and starts til track 28 then woke after that relatively late.

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    colette | 22 March 2012 at 6:58 am #

    Oh, the above was meant for the poem one above this…looks out of sync now. Which is partly why I was distracted. Dividing thoughts and time between here, kids and kitchen sink. Getting a kid out the door… and could have been more organised. Well maybe that means ‘earthed’ truly relaxed me…have to jump to school bells. Why march to strict tunes?

  23. avatar
    muse | 23 March 2012 at 2:02 pm #

    *thought-provoking* as always, mr. muse hunter… tee’heehee!

    catch me catch me if you can, this muse if off to winter wonderland!

  24. avatar
    muse | 23 March 2012 at 2:08 pm #

    ah drats! i just remembered ’tis now spring…

    spring forth with renewed energy and vigor
    ’tis says the widow to the widowmaker
    spread your wings and fly
    fly a spiritual flight around the globe
    and bother me no more
    then perch thyself on high pedestal
    in garden grove
    and watch
    and observe
    and bend ear
    and delight in your creation
    of a most magickal night
    between man and woman
    between adam and eve
    between whore and whore monger
    between maternal and paternal
    between this world and the next
    between betwixt be balanced
    in the mix
    be aware
    be very scared
    belong to a web
    a sticky web of prong pullers
    woven tightly around your neck!
    TIL POP!
    and off it goes…. swirling delicious colors of metals and shiny iridescents
    all to taunt and tantalize the senses
    that which you belong
    that which you claim as yours and yours alone
    that which belongs to all my brothers
    and that which is OWNED by my father
    Daddy
    Oh, only my daddy
    can KNOW this muse in full action
    the magick is now done for…………….


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