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When we speak of Heaven, we mean something else. When we speak of the Lord God, we mean something else. When we speak of the Saviour, the Prohpet, the Buddha, the Messiah, we mean something else. When we sacrifice, make obeisance, transubstantiate, bow, kneel, or in silence and aloneness with tear-b...

"Dethroned"

I was the heifer of the prize cow, "Beauty," The son of the plow team's strongest bull. I was born to rut, tread mud, tote burdens. Out of the grey haze of smells that sparked me, Shooting my impulses this way and that, One day a gray man, odd smell, came walking: Made words over me, sound...

Plato is the Devil (demo)

Many of the problems that beset us today – the alienation and othering both in our societies and in our psyches; the sundering and undermining of the full experiencing of Being and the resultant resentments, frustrations and confusion, public and private – can be traced, in part, back to the fal...

In the Valley, in the Garden (Chris Floyd & Nick Kulukundis)

The borderless land

Dogs, dogs, dogs, dogs, the street is filled with dogs, Fetid and hot, thin and barking, And the damn sun is in my eyes. What if voluptuous pleasure Was the first thing ever made? What if instead of superflux It was bedrock, breath and blood? I can’t bear the sight of this street any longer: Hawke...

All Day Permanent Red

"They keep pulling strings but they're losing the thread." A little ditty about our age of permanent crisis (with a title cribbed from Christopher Logue). Words and music ©2018 by Chris Floyd All Day Permanent Red You wake up in the morning and wish you were dead Alarm bells ringing deep inside y...

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