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