Buried in the
mental core:
Seeds of something
more.
Singing in the
mental sky:
Birds asking why.
Swimming in the
mental sea:
Something more
than you and me.
A schizophrenic
oracle
Told me to spread
the word:
The anti-money
system!
You will be free
once you have learned.
To know the truth
you can't be whole
You have to crack
up to escape your hole;
Stand in the rain
'til you learn it's not blood,
Then learn to swim
within the flood.
My will and
testament, he speaks:
If I go crazy put
me out in the streets
Until I learn how
to survive
This is my dream,
business secrets for life.
I refuse to be
enslaved by medication
I take my pain to
the streets in celebration.
Where all your
logic fails,
Where all your
reason ends,
Waiting off your
trails,
Beyond your
highway's bend:
A schizophrenic
oracle
In a schizophrenic
world
Within which all
is shattered
Around which all
is swirled,
A schizophrenic
oracle
Locked up behind
the glass
To keep society
safe
From walking with
bare feet on grass,
To keep the sane
secure
From inspiration
too pure,
To spare us all
the pain
Of getting soaked
in the rain,
To save him from
himself!
And his subversive
notion of wealth,
Whereby you get
rich in a matter of days
Simply by giving
your money away.
To save ourselves
from his prophecy
Of a radical gift
economy,
To save ourselves
from his freedom
To live outside
our kingdom,
We lock him behind
the glass
And hope his storm
will pass.
He created a
system to not be enslaved
But nobody
listened, so he ranted and raved,
And we buried once
more in our mental core
Seeds of something
more.
And we shut out
the singing in the mental skies
Of birds asking
why.
And we stick to
shallows of the mental sea
And shun the
depths beyond you and me.
by QMS, summer 2016
