IMF Makes The World A Better Place

Take a piss at a target do not miss
the latest mind tricks made with porno flicks

in the bed sick with nike kicks

nine to nine tits all the way from pyshcic bits

turn away tornado watch destiny flip

the pink slip will let you know where to spit

who to hit clap slap wrap your tounge

around teenage lips false prophets

roam around vegas strips

dont forget to give them tips

bombs drop down to only those with angry fists

make sure you know where you hid your first aid kit

Fight Out

Clear your tears and pop your pills

Eat your bills and skip your meals

Happy meals

It’s addiction 
that rules your tale

It’s a fictional 
realm that damn well sells

Do you really care
whether you succeed
or fail?

Apple Pies

white colored flames burning up to explosive skies

silent man staring down in a bear costume disguise

mickey mouse steals a kid's balloon. kid cries

While I stay at home watching tv 

wondering who, who, 

who, could it have been

that ate my apple pies?

Shadow

limits into shadows talk 

quiet is the darkness bark

yet (both) harlem babies 

sleep in socks

(john lennon is the sheriff)

from the masters of love 1968 album ghost lyrics

Electric Karate

three times a day the kings of Saudi 

In covert practice the electric karate

getting ready to fight cowboy Johnny

(sustained intensity equals ecstasy)

From the masters of love 1982 album isnt we cool

Eat Cheese

the ocean chose the wrong prophet

run away cant take it please stop it

its all in the mind must be the acid

(say cheese)

From the masters of love 1969 album 69

둘레랴

빈집속의 집신

빛을쫓다 지친

가르침은 미친

소리치는 기침
사기치다 빛친
둘레랴 얼레레야

The Road

and then there were none

except for a father and son

a grocery cart and their gun

(there are people and we will find them)

from the masters of love 2006 album after nuclear war

NonSense Culture

Funky terrorist watchin two twins kiss
Drunken imperialist teaching live modest
A punk buddhist spittin an ill rap diss
(so that makes nine people kissing)

From the Masters of Love 1983 Album Masterpiece by Noon

Breakfast Bakes

Dude, Pass the ash tray
Call in a sick day
Cook the brown eggs
Hand me that milk shake

(Don’t worry about a thing, it’s your life whatever they say)

From the Masters of Love 1994 album the hopi prophecies

The Flying Saucer Song

Touch the flying saucers

in the skies

Taste the psychedelic colors

don’t deny

Love, truth, and peace

Raining through your eyes

(the year we make contact)

From the masters of love 1998 album the war against seoul

WD40

warnings been posted as we participate

nods of crowds, burst of applause chanting "lemonade!"

back at class  and all I hear is "eliminate"


teachers taught me how to illuminate

masters taught me how to  lubricate


3.54 seconds sweaty palms with grenade

2012 it shall be the brightest day to detonate

She's Just Following Her Love

She tried to end hunger by writing a book
But nobody read it
So she became one more hunger

She tried to end the war by playing a guitar
But nobody listened
So she became one more loser

She tried to give love by being a lover
And everyone took it
So she became one more lover

And she always thought
It isn’t too hard to love the world
But she never thought she would do so alone

Sounds of the Cemetery

How a dead man lowered to the ground
Can bring a whole audience eager
To listen to the sounds of the cemetery

The sheriff's bullet tuned to G chord

Blasting through postcards never sent

The priest's modern rhymes that combine

Five truth, seven lies, and two stolen verse

The hollow tree that performs old blues

From time before Skip James or Son House

The insurance man's uprising political speech

To legally add three more hours to the clock

The poor widow who typewrites infinity

But misspelling somewhere in the middle

The delightful eulogy by the fabulous drunk

Before he is taken away in a black ambulance

Yet the sound that everyone hoped to listen

Silence, a sound no one has heard

(The sound of silence,

Only the dead man aware)

Buddha and Dada’s Dinner Conversation

They had nothing to talk about

until the waiter brought dessert

Dada turned the plate upside down

and Buddha fell off the chair laughing

Out loud

Coyotes of the Desert

A coyote of the desert

owes me a hundred shiny feathers

A bomb dropped in covert

blows me into a thousand pieces

The one we were after

gone with the changing weather

The Revolution is Not Being Televised

Didn’t you see the revolution coming all along?
Did the music and the fighting mean nothing to you?
Did the planes and the bombs put you in fear?
Did you think the revolution would be televised?
Did you think we would never see face to face?
Didn’t you hear the rebellion shouting along?
Didn't the sounds of music move you at all?
Did the marches have nothing to do with you?
Did the birds and the wind tell you nothing at all?
Did you think we would be strangers forever?
Didn’t you put your revelation where it belongs?
Didn’t you see the revolution coming all along?

The Revolution is Not Being Televised

無題

Readin fatal pulp fiction

Spittin verbal jam session

Mind is splittin in dimensions

(No Good Woman Blues)

She’s a no good woman

She don’t feed me well
She don't treat me right

Never asks me how I’m doing

I could just leave her tonight

She don’t know me so well
She don't love me so much

Always asks me where I'm going
Where I've been and what I'm doing

Yes she drives me to hell alright

She took all of my money

And spent all of them too

She came to me like pure honey

Now I think she looks ugly

Sometimes I wish she'd die quickly

She’s a no good woman

And I'm a poor man's child

She's a no good woman
But I know she is mine

This Machine Kills Fascists

I go wherever fascism is

Wherever it eats
wherever it sleeps

Wherever fascism is present

I welcome its presence

Because this machine kills fascisms

I plug in my machine
and turn on its engine

And I play it in the face of fascism

Because this machine kills it

Truth is not hard
you know it already

Bow down to economy

Or else just watch it fall

It’s all counterfeit money

Who’ you going to call?

Fascist tactics
sick of their antics?
Stimulated terror
generate fear
Alienate bodies
manipulate minds
Copyright ideas
but liberate their lies
Education system
indoctrinate children
Obey the masters
don’t ask for reasons
Monetary system
intoxicate parents
Nirvana is rich
mantra of the movement
Religious leaders busy
calculating profits
While them continue
to kill down our prophets
Misquote their message
Peace sold as fiction
Truth as difficult
Universe as stupid
But I go wherever fascism is
Wherever it eats
wherever it sleeps
Wherever fascism is present

I welcome its presence

Because this machine kills fascisms

I plug in my machine
and turn on its engine

And I play it in the face of fascism

Because this machine kills it

Don't Ask Me (About The Thousand Pages)

You sense that you’re alive the same time a war is waged
You realize the bible is missing around a thousand pages

You wonder who hid it until it burns inside with rage

You notice your toes begin to look a rather bit strange

As if something deep within you is ready to be changed

You hear a madman trying to talk on stage

About some businessmen building a giant cage

You hear the madman trying to talk on stage

About the people who are stuck in a different age

You find the evening it calls you to a distant land

It tells you not to worry you already carry the plan

Search for an orphan girl the map is the lines on her hand

She follows a six piece Egyptian rock and roll band

And a child who’s destined to one day become a man

Together they walk barefoot tonight in some desert sand

Now I got no promises to keep no one I need to meet

I’ll sail out to the sea where there is no one to speak

I’ll travel to the furthest lands where I cannot be defeat

Where there is nothing known and only nothing to teach

So you do what you want and don’t come asking me

Queen Mary

Queen Mary she sleeps in the train
In the day she likes to walk in the rain
Her doctors claim she's probably insane
Her mind paints colors in the sky
Her lips kiss the children in the eye
And everybody knows her shoes carry holes
But they don’t mind it as long as she goes
To someone that nobody knows

Queen Mary she eats with the rest
Life she feels is not some kind of test
She feels no need to be the best
Her rhythm rhymes and flows
Her love for nature grows
And everybody sees her clothes can not please
But she doesn’t mind it as long as she sees
The people in her dreams

Queen Mary she likes to get high
She hears the birds that know how to fly
She doesn’t care what happens after she dies
Her words dripps drops of color
Her mental growing stronger
And everybody loves the way she listens
To the stories that has been forgotten
And she doesn’t mind as long as she can go
Someplace yet to be written

Survival Kit

Mother mary bet you couldnt picture this

suffering understanding everyday measuring

individuals indicates confidential consequences and prizes

so many wonders so much to sight but tour kept roaming

without powers without charms without prayers

without bows without spells

might leads us to darkest times of ours tonight

survival kit useless nothing much bunch tunes of make-believes,

wasted dreams, champions, mocking birds.

slanted bow with twisted arrows

stupid cupid with narrow playlists

condemned disapproval of evidence that kept me alive and fresh

knocked over trees no longer living branches

yet it adjust to new life even to a catfish

time was no longer option to me

and yet it all stops me whenever I check those price tags

but hold on just got a call from dongseng saying

he can get an ounce for us

The Illusion of Death

Death is a time before you were born
Life is a time after you have sworn
Death is the place where life goes to sleep
Life is the place where death goes to reap
Death is a mind that that will never end
Life is a mind that was never dead
Life is a state that feels so high
Death is the state that knows how high
Life is illusions coming through your eyes
Death is illusions no longer telling lies
Death is a sign that life goes by
Life is a sign that death goes by
Life is the place you have been finding
Life is the moment you will be waiting
Death is the place you have been taken
Death is the moment you are awaken
Life is a deal that you choose to die
Death is a deal that you choose to live
Life is the birth of death
and death is the birth of life

In The Universe

We’re spinning in the universe

Every moment verse by verse

Our future world every corner hatred burst

False money everybody trying to grab it first

Open your eyes and break the curse

It’s still the same put in reverse

Open your eyes and break the curse

What’s so important that’s in your purse?

You better realize your soul is first

Every moment verse by verse

We’re spinning in the universe

We’re living in the universe

Every moment verse by verse

When the moments there take the curve

Follow death and gain rebirth

Open your eyes and break the curse

It’s still the same put in reverse

Open your eyes and break the curse

Why do you follow savages conquerors

Look at the time its your time to be the first

Every moment verse by verse

We’re living in the universe

We’re breathing in the universe

Every moment verse by verse

Are you sure of who you serve

Pounding a hoof sharpining a tusk

Open your eyes and break the curse

It’s still the same put in reverse

Open your eyes and break the curse

Love and peace priority must

Bring back truth back to its just

Every moment verse by verse

We’re breathing in the universe

The Joke

The comedian sleeps on a floor dreaming of a joke
The postman knocks on a door looking for a sleep
The comedian dreams to his sleep of a knocking door
The postman talks to his door about a sleeping dream

The comedian looks for a joke that knocks on his floor
The postman jokes of a dream that talks in his sleep
The joke dreams of a postman that sleeps on floors
The sleep looks for a comedian that knocks on doors

The dreaming door and floors that look like sleep
The sleeping floors and doors that talk like dreams
The dream about a postman and a sleeping talk
The joke about a comedian and a talking dream

Afterward

global project 

fail to protect

failed prophets

expensive trinkets

after a drink

feel like hot prospect

there was no hate 

behind your closet

achieve true knowledge

beyond internet 

Doh! WORLD WIDE WEB.

The Prophet

A prophet who listens to the language of the mind

debates and argues looking for ancient ways to defy

until the night declares his message wishes no profit

neither a prophet but someone who will speak it

so he walks the black ashes and touches and teaches

white churches that mock and treat him like leeches

radio news stations that want to buy and sell panic

silent fathers that gather in attempt to beat and hang him

ugly mothers that hide their daughters down in the attic

who don't mind the darkness and play through dancing

and he who heard the mind and set out to speak it

empty his words and accept that he has nothing to teach

only minds to reach