Twenty
twelve poem
Twenty
twelve is within reach
I
don’t wanna rave or manic street preach
But
the new agers doom date is looming
And
the Mayan end point is zooming.
Now
they’re calling it Ascension
Breakthrough
to the nth dimension
A
mighty change – can you feel it?
If
you gotta problem, just heal it.
Your
body’s just a vehicle – not you!
Makes
you think about what you do
Makes
you wonder who you are
If
your body’s just like a bike or a car.
If
you read this stuff straight it stinks
If
you’re stoned you’ll be making more links
If
you’re totally outa your head
You
won’t care if you’re alive or dead.
Can
you hear the gurgling, feel the grime
2012
is getting closer, the plughole of time
There’s
a pull, there’s a whirling confusion
A
shattering of each long-held illusion.
The
projection screen we call reality is tearing
It’s
time to be earth-shattering, daring
Time
to change, to risk, to let it all rip,
Give
yourself what you want, that baby, that trip!
Get
it while you can, my lovelies, you lot
They
may all be right or even if not,
You’re
going to die anyway, it’s all a game
Live
out your dreams, that’s why you came.
Jan Maloney