Climbing mountains knowing one or
two steps may spell disaster
Fall, falling and then gone
Trying not to dwell on the negative
Ropes and chains of depression
Visions of hanging men from trees,
then urban bombs, explosions,
while we muster courage for action after the
shock and anger from the death of sacred whales
A planet in the middle of a change
where extinctions are the rule,
life coming and going, changing, living, dying
and yet eternity proves to be the false god
The struggle to survive, to create, to be, to see truth,
and upon receiving your award you cry and thank
the gods for the time, your time in the struggle
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Another Arrival In One Place
I Stand Alone Looking In The Mirror,
Never Convinced At First Glance,
That Who I See Is Real
Then A Confirmation Of Points,
Takes Me To That Landing Field,
Where Extraterrestrial Ships Come And Go
And Soon I See The Familiar, The Alien,
The Super And Perfect Warrior,
Trying To Hold Back Time,
Before The Bandages Are,
Applied To An Ancient Mummy,
Awaiting Burial In A Fresh Stone Pyramid,
Which Will Eventually Be Submerged In The Sacred River,
To Provide Water For New Crops,
Forever Revered And Worshiped,
As A Fantastical Marker Of An
Ancient Age Long Gone By
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See me squat like a rat with my electronic riches,
talking, speaking, and signaling all over the globe,
with others my fate, our similar and shared fates

We are the highly educated on a planet getting smaller,
and crazier, more of us swimming around in pollution,
while the corporate wizards steal the goods

And how long do they think we'll wait in these makeshift,
cities all over the world, promising to be the new hope of,
a better future for humanity as many of us run from the,
fields, the farms, to live like urban rodents searching for the "good life",
and the spiritual will to survive another day of the same?

THIS IS THE PAGE FOR THE PERFORMANCE, FILM, AND RECORDING PAGAN ARTIST WALTER THOMPSON III


HE WAS A GOOD WITCH


He Was The Good Witch.
Who Stood By His Mate
And Like His Wife, He Was Burned At The Stake

He Was The Good Witch Who Died In Civil War
With Two Other Activists Who Were Not Of His Race
But They Were All Part Of The Goddess' Good Grace

He Was The Good Witch Who Danced For Rain,
When The Rivers Ran Dry And No One Could Explain
He Was The Good Witch Born Again And Again,
In A World Gone Berserk And Often Insane

In This Land Of Hope Versus Fear,
He Is The Good Witch Who Is Always Near
In The Goddess' World Where Hope Replaces Fear
He Is The Good Witch Who Will Always Be Near
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In tight quarters folded in fetal dreams
and I'm being reborn all over again
where only the machines can,
see me in this quantum reality
traveling close to light speed as time slows,
to an arrival destination where I will pause
with a push of a button, a turn of a dial,
time will then return to a normal watch clock
as I wait for a season of forever,
while covered in the new water and oil,
my flesh preserved along with my mind,
in the vastness of space for ages to come.

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One voice speaks before the singularity of machines that herald the single mind, the single force allowing mankind to relax as he accelerates toward the stars, before his home of a few earth millennium is long gone as a forgotten memory in the cosmos when the sun implodes, explodes and the carbon life forms flee before the disaster, while the universe continues to expand, galaxies crashing into one another while we, in our star ships, stake out our plans and our quest to make and live in a new future. And we who travel in time and space wonder, ponder, asking ourselves, as we travel the vast distances, what will we find and how will we live? And the machines will have to help us, update and often remind, so we don't forget, along the way, from where we came and that one voice that sang the future before the happening of long ago events.

"TIME CANNOT BE INFLUENCED
BY MANKIND. IT GIVES EACH
OF US A BEGINNING, AND
AN END. AND THIS MAKES US QUESTION
THE SIGNIFICANCE OF WHAT COMES
BETWEEN. BUT IF YOU CAN CREATE
SOMETHING TIME CANNOT ERODE,
SOMETHING WHICH IGNORES THE
ECCENTRICITIES OF PARTICULAR
ERAS OR MOMENTS, SOMETHING
TRULY TIMELESS, THIS IS
THE ULTIMATE VICTORY."

This Underground is not dark or dank
And we in this fortress of solitude,
plot and plan the cinema, the music, the dance,
and the fashion of our eventual escape, that will allow us to bend and slow time,
as we embrace E=Mc2, and discover and travel to other,
dimensions and twilight zones while listening for signals from our neighbors
in the constellation of Libra circling Gliese, 20.5 light years away.
The star ships we build in this Underground will never be transports of fear or hate.
For knowledge,that this, our crossroad in time, in the Underground, as we wait, listen,
for that divine inspiration, will provide the technology for,
the fantastic fusion engines, which will bequeath to us
the ultimate source of power to use in both,
ancient and future star ships

We are preparing for a new and profound future in this Underground bunker,
as this storage of knowledge and culture provide the only
records of the brave souls who dreamed of emerging
from hyperspace into a reality made all the,
better from new arts, new thoughts, beyond,
the known galaxies of wonder that
can ignite new "Big Bangs" in this quest for an absolute new beginning,
in the sacred and potent place we hold dear,
as the Underground.
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Fire In Me
Fire For All To See
All Points Hot And Ready,
Skating In The Dark
No Choreographed Departure Points,
Reacting To The Music
On Course, Off Course
Star Ship Speed
Beyond The Simplicity Of Words
A Higher Form Of Intelligence,
In This Movie Of My Telekinesis
You Can See The Evolution Of My Rage, My Anger,
Transformed Into A New Language
Of Forgiveness, While Becoming,
A Steadfast Artifact Captured In Clay,
Laid Before The Feet Of Antiquity
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