Struggles handed down
Inherited Karmic debt
From father to sun
Turning souls
Into holy ghosts
Like Swiss cheese
Covering the moon
A counter intuitive balance
Disguised distractions
Falling short of action
Are these words
Motivated by reaction
Drifting through seas
I may never swim
This life of passage
Into this maze
I call home
Beauty beholds
The squalor I ignore
Stewed in juices
I try to escape
Before the feeling fades
Into another promise
I forgot
To keep to myself
Robert Gray Gallagher
COPYRIGHT 2012 RETROCOLLECTIVE PUBLISHING GROUP. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
Wednesday, January 11, 2012
Saturday, January 7, 2012
A Hard Line Into The Sun
Can you see inside the eyes of a monster?
Could you find a way to let it go?
Could you fall away even faster?
Or is this all that you think that you know
Flying through the enemy airspace
They have got you locked in their sights
We keep worshiping angels
Whose angle it is to turn noon into night
Armageddon's men of disguise
Keep feeding us their medicinal lies
Fading fortunes are covered up and wearing thin
You might as well stop your self from trying
Because there is nothing left to do
Take cover my fabled sons of goodnight
Wash yourselves up against the shore
Extend a hand to your own unreciprocated demands
And walk a hard line into the sun
Follow it down until it bleeds no more
Tap into a vein until it is bruised and sore
Quality time should be of our making
Otherwise it lacks the freedom of form
We can't see the levels
Tata slaughtered his Indians
As the Germans die in the Russian snow
Washington crossed the Delaware
Their worlds of promise deliver cancellations on time
Robert Gray Gallagher
Copyright 2010 Retrocollective Publishing Group. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
Could you find a way to let it go?
Could you fall away even faster?
Or is this all that you think that you know
Flying through the enemy airspace
They have got you locked in their sights
We keep worshiping angels
Whose angle it is to turn noon into night
Armageddon's men of disguise
Keep feeding us their medicinal lies
Fading fortunes are covered up and wearing thin
You might as well stop your self from trying
Because there is nothing left to do
Take cover my fabled sons of goodnight
Wash yourselves up against the shore
Extend a hand to your own unreciprocated demands
And walk a hard line into the sun
Follow it down until it bleeds no more
Tap into a vein until it is bruised and sore
Quality time should be of our making
Otherwise it lacks the freedom of form
We can't see the levels
Tata slaughtered his Indians
As the Germans die in the Russian snow
Washington crossed the Delaware
Their worlds of promise deliver cancellations on time
Robert Gray Gallagher
Copyright 2010 Retrocollective Publishing Group. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
A Day Of Reckoning
Stumbling
Around the questions
Falling through the cracks
And into the arms
Of the man I’ve run from
Since my first breath
Until my final sigh
The man in the mirror
Showing me
That the devils alive
And well…….
Far from the man I suspected
A scared little man
Wrapped in illusions
Insulating himself Safe inside
This world he’ll leave behind
Running through this prison
A prism of smoking mirrors
Twisted up from the lies
We tell ourselves
Trying to stomach the situation
Of this state of a nation
We’re all left to find
Full of a feeling
Dragging us down
Raping and pillaging
This village in our minds
A Heart attacks
Surrender now,
Quick, before it’s too late
Before I was born
A table that’s long since turned
Into a fucking sun
As it continues to burn
The truth into lies
Going nowhere
Up from the underground
To look for the answers
Found in questions
Better unsaid
Lies, lies, lies….tell me more
Fill my head up with your lies
So that you can feel alright
With the monster that lives
Inside the evil deeds you’ve done
Fuck you…. no more politically correct
Oxy moron
Central intelligence
Shank stuck in your neck
Out of words
That adds up to a sum
That’s always less than the love
We hide from ourselves
Sick of trying to consider
Those who never considered me
Trying to right the wrongs
Of those too scared to see
This world they left behind
Too self obsessed to acknowledge
These scars they have laid in our minds
Time is running out
The earth is my domain
And the time is upon us
Fast approaching
A day of Reckoning
Robert Gray Gallagher
Copyright 2009 Retrocollective Publishing Group. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
Around the questions
Falling through the cracks
And into the arms
Of the man I’ve run from
Since my first breath
Until my final sigh
The man in the mirror
Showing me
That the devils alive
And well…….
Far from the man I suspected
A scared little man
Wrapped in illusions
Insulating himself Safe inside
This world he’ll leave behind
Running through this prison
A prism of smoking mirrors
Twisted up from the lies
We tell ourselves
Trying to stomach the situation
Of this state of a nation
We’re all left to find
Full of a feeling
Dragging us down
Raping and pillaging
This village in our minds
A Heart attacks
Surrender now,
Quick, before it’s too late
Before I was born
A table that’s long since turned
Into a fucking sun
As it continues to burn
The truth into lies
Going nowhere
Up from the underground
To look for the answers
Found in questions
Better unsaid
Lies, lies, lies….tell me more
Fill my head up with your lies
So that you can feel alright
With the monster that lives
Inside the evil deeds you’ve done
Fuck you…. no more politically correct
Oxy moron
Central intelligence
Shank stuck in your neck
Out of words
That adds up to a sum
That’s always less than the love
We hide from ourselves
Sick of trying to consider
Those who never considered me
Trying to right the wrongs
Of those too scared to see
This world they left behind
Too self obsessed to acknowledge
These scars they have laid in our minds
Time is running out
The earth is my domain
And the time is upon us
Fast approaching
A day of Reckoning
Robert Gray Gallagher
Copyright 2009 Retrocollective Publishing Group. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
We Shall Soon Forget
In case you've forgotten
The matter of fact
The truth of matter
And the substance it lacks
Following geniuses
As they attempt to dissect
Organic wisdom
Ancient artifacts
Facilitating progress
Enabling growth
Of an external distraction
Manifestations born
From our most human reaction
To the truth we define
Keeps us running in circles
As we try to find
A perfect bond
To hold this material
Jigsaw puzzle in place
To see our spirits reflection
Inside the smallest atom
That makes up this ship
That’s starting to sink
To the bottom of a dream
We shall soon forget
Robert Gray Gallagher
2012 Retrocollective Publishing Group. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
The matter of fact
The truth of matter
And the substance it lacks
Following geniuses
As they attempt to dissect
Organic wisdom
Ancient artifacts
Facilitating progress
Enabling growth
Of an external distraction
Manifestations born
From our most human reaction
To the truth we define
Keeps us running in circles
As we try to find
A perfect bond
To hold this material
Jigsaw puzzle in place
To see our spirits reflection
Inside the smallest atom
That makes up this ship
That’s starting to sink
To the bottom of a dream
We shall soon forget
Robert Gray Gallagher
2012 Retrocollective Publishing Group. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
Africa Serengeti
Africa Serengeti
You privileged tyrants inside this house of doom; you have consumed the forbidden fruit of greed. Suddenly, without recourse, this freight train of idiots has been set into motion with reckless abandon. Stars of modern relics flutter in our hindsight. Tales of unforeseen decay accompany this land of sleepwalkers. Cops and robbers trapped inside this land of cowboys in search of new frontiers. Your inner ci ties stand as nothing but Remnants of a deceased dream.
Its inhabitants wait to sing their song of redemption but no song is sung. All you can here is “wash your window’? Or “spare a quarter”? How about a big “fuck you”, give me my identity back! You built this wasteland for me to dwell in. do you find pleasure watching me panhandle the last of your grandfather’s money?
Remember one thing you nation of sleepwalkers, Africa was around long before Jefferson ever compromised my black queen. So don’t forget Rome or Hitler’s lost vision of grandeur. On a geological time scale your fifteen minutes of fame are almost up but ours has yet to come.
Robert Gray Gallagher
Copyright 2012 Retrocollective Publishing Group. All Rights Reserved
You privileged tyrants inside this house of doom; you have consumed the forbidden fruit of greed. Suddenly, without recourse, this freight train of idiots has been set into motion with reckless abandon. Stars of modern relics flutter in our hindsight. Tales of unforeseen decay accompany this land of sleepwalkers. Cops and robbers trapped inside this land of cowboys in search of new frontiers. Your inner ci ties stand as nothing but Remnants of a deceased dream.
Its inhabitants wait to sing their song of redemption but no song is sung. All you can here is “wash your window’? Or “spare a quarter”? How about a big “fuck you”, give me my identity back! You built this wasteland for me to dwell in. do you find pleasure watching me panhandle the last of your grandfather’s money?
Remember one thing you nation of sleepwalkers, Africa was around long before Jefferson ever compromised my black queen. So don’t forget Rome or Hitler’s lost vision of grandeur. On a geological time scale your fifteen minutes of fame are almost up but ours has yet to come.
Robert Gray Gallagher
Copyright 2012 Retrocollective Publishing Group. All Rights Reserved
Where Shall I Begin?
Words keep falling
On their target
Nourishing the fears
Along this whimsical march
Of forgotten souls
Finding our way
Through a contorted maze
Which seems to have no end
Where shall I begin?
How do I sum up
The struggles
Of the unaccounted man?
These misfortunate soldiers
Carry out the work
Of their respective gods
Worn like masks
On battlefields that begin
Inside the minds of their masters
There will be no relief
Sifting through the carnage
Of these cannon foddered men
While the men of power
Who have made the rules
Continue to help themselves
They cannot But help themself
To more of whatever they believe
They think they need to be complete
Or at least distracted
From this lie
They too must live
Though on a grander scale than I
Afforded through the actions
Of the unsuspecting
Who accept the lie
And build their life upon it
As if it were the truth
Men of privilege and of pomp
Worship their material pride
As the common man judges with a scowl
So when does a man become uncommon?
Why would he ever wish to fall in line?
With a plan born out of confliction
Feeding off manipulation
Furthering the cause
Of those who shall never be known
These mad little marionettes
Behind the scenes
Of this global set up
Are surely a power
Greater than I
As long as I continue
To covet these illusions
Spawned out of fear
Weaving a corrosive thread
Through the collective heart
binding us all
To elude a truth
That shall find us
Not a minute before
We find ourselves
Robert Gray Gallagher
Copyright 2010 Retrocollective Publishing Group. All Rights Reserved
On their target
Nourishing the fears
Along this whimsical march
Of forgotten souls
Finding our way
Through a contorted maze
Which seems to have no end
Where shall I begin?
How do I sum up
The struggles
Of the unaccounted man?
These misfortunate soldiers
Carry out the work
Of their respective gods
Worn like masks
On battlefields that begin
Inside the minds of their masters
There will be no relief
Sifting through the carnage
Of these cannon foddered men
While the men of power
Who have made the rules
Continue to help themselves
They cannot But help themself
To more of whatever they believe
They think they need to be complete
Or at least distracted
From this lie
They too must live
Though on a grander scale than I
Afforded through the actions
Of the unsuspecting
Who accept the lie
And build their life upon it
As if it were the truth
Men of privilege and of pomp
Worship their material pride
As the common man judges with a scowl
So when does a man become uncommon?
Why would he ever wish to fall in line?
With a plan born out of confliction
Feeding off manipulation
Furthering the cause
Of those who shall never be known
These mad little marionettes
Behind the scenes
Of this global set up
Are surely a power
Greater than I
As long as I continue
To covet these illusions
Spawned out of fear
Weaving a corrosive thread
Through the collective heart
binding us all
To elude a truth
That shall find us
Not a minute before
We find ourselves
Robert Gray Gallagher
Copyright 2010 Retrocollective Publishing Group. All Rights Reserved
Monday, April 25, 2011
A Universal Mission- Robert Gray Gallagher
A universal mission
Here we are at the beginning of our journey together. In this moment life is how it has always been. At this point of our current evolutionary phase, the astrological ages have a mystery that cannot be agreed upon by the fragmented consciousness of humanity. The warped perception of our beliefs and fears have all but ensured our fate.
We uphold beliefs which severely limits our ability to extract truth out of situations as we experience them. We tell ourselves lies. We fear which supports lies and facilitates their solidification into beliefs. We have minds that process information in such a way that they can actually twist events into lies that they not only believe but protect as if the lie was the truth.
If the mind, in its current model, were a piece of our coveted technology, it would be reaching a point of obsolescence.
If people did not fear then they would not become confused. If people were not confused they would not be manipulated. If people were not manipulated then they would make life affirming decisions.
The absurd has become a working part of our brains.
Along my path I never really stopped to smell the roses. What was lacking on my part was a balanced connection to the universe of which I am a part of. My own finite fear driven perception has always skewed my comprehension of an infinite universe. My imagined fears and self-centered thinking has always limited me. A better way to say this is that I always compromised my understanding of the positive or love aspect of the universe.
Even when I was on drugs shooting up speed in the tenderloin, I was always awake. This, I am beginning to realize is a rare gift. I was able to propel myself in a downward spiral and be conscious of the fact that I was doing it the entire time. These days I am experiencing a different clarity in my understanding of the universe and all of its layers.
I have opened myself up to the same side of the universe that I made a conscious decision to turn my back on over a decade ago. Over the years I have seen aspects of humanity at work in each and every stage of their self imposed darkness. The darker I chose to go the darker my reflection in the eyes of those who mirrored became. Those who surrounded me mirrored my reflection. It is ironic that the darker I went the more I was enlightened.
I truly believe that in order to understand I must become part of what ever it is that I want to know. School is something of a disaster in our modern era. The confined mind that learns to play the game early on is rewarded for thinking inside the dotted lines.
If I were to look up the definition of fear and recite it, word for word back to my teacher then I could gain the merits of a book-based education that is primarily self-serving in its result. If I am good at this sort of scholastic achievement then my degree will be my reward and material possession, my addiction. What if I rebel against the confines of this single dimensional learning machine and abandon myself into fear its self? What if I became an addict just like the one in the books that the other students would study about? What if I could escape into each and every fear driven behavior until there was nothing left to do except turn out the lights and simply fade away?
Somehow I completed this sort of well rounded education with my mind and body still in tact. If I can survive those dark years and live to articulate my findings in a way that both the street junkie and the college professor can relate to then this is what I have an obligation to do.
I believe that my whole existence, much of it having to endure the disappointment of human relationships was all exactly as it was supposed to be. I was supposed to take the elevator as far down as I did. I was supposed to endure the years of isolation, frustration, fear and pain in order to serve those who I met as I made my decent downward.
I also believe that this is humanity’s time to shine. If everyone who has experienced the same sort of demise as I simply closed the door to their dark pasts as they stepped out into the light of their reconnected consciousness then how bright would it really be on the other side?
Do people not understand why they are given the gift of enlightenment in the first place? Do they not know that there are millions just like them who will never feel the love of their own spirit because they will forever remain trapped inside imagined fears of their own making?
I have committed my life to clearing this structure of manipulation and imagined fear and laying the foundation for a transcendence of universal spirituality by way of a remedy that will afford individuals the luxury of collectively choosing what kind of existence they manifest for themselves.
When we try to comprehend how we are like our fellow man, we must first come to the realization that the limitations of our own flesh have perpetuated a universal frustration that is felt within us all. In most cases, this frustration is reflected in our fears, which have often overtaken our spirit by granting the perception of our ego a disproportionate empowerment. Through this empowerment, we have given into our own fears and frustrations and allowed the darkness to overtake our light.
Just as our spirit can cast no shadow, we should always be reminded that our earthly shadow in merely a reflection of our humanistic self. As our human form is dictated by earthly limitations, so to do those earthly limitations apply to our shadow for it is only in existence because our flesh and bones created it. It is for this reason alone that we should never grant our mortal reflection the type of fear-based power that could actually stand in the way of our own spiritual experience.
I want everyone to have an opportunity for individual reflection and self-realization sufficient to bring about a personal spiritual transformation. Thus creating an individual awakening that cumulatively could create a shift in our collective consciousness and establish a reconnection to the truth. By providing people, the opportunity to undergo and complete this sort of spiritual awakening it is my belief that we can impede or even reverse our egos fear driven dominion over our spirits. By bridging this disconnection from the spirit we will finally be able to emancipate the spirit of man from this self-imposed, age-old wrought iron cage of consciousness that strangles our society in a slow suicide.
Robert Gray Gallagher
2011 All Rights Reserved
Here we are at the beginning of our journey together. In this moment life is how it has always been. At this point of our current evolutionary phase, the astrological ages have a mystery that cannot be agreed upon by the fragmented consciousness of humanity. The warped perception of our beliefs and fears have all but ensured our fate.
We uphold beliefs which severely limits our ability to extract truth out of situations as we experience them. We tell ourselves lies. We fear which supports lies and facilitates their solidification into beliefs. We have minds that process information in such a way that they can actually twist events into lies that they not only believe but protect as if the lie was the truth.
If the mind, in its current model, were a piece of our coveted technology, it would be reaching a point of obsolescence.
If people did not fear then they would not become confused. If people were not confused they would not be manipulated. If people were not manipulated then they would make life affirming decisions.
The absurd has become a working part of our brains.
Along my path I never really stopped to smell the roses. What was lacking on my part was a balanced connection to the universe of which I am a part of. My own finite fear driven perception has always skewed my comprehension of an infinite universe. My imagined fears and self-centered thinking has always limited me. A better way to say this is that I always compromised my understanding of the positive or love aspect of the universe.
Even when I was on drugs shooting up speed in the tenderloin, I was always awake. This, I am beginning to realize is a rare gift. I was able to propel myself in a downward spiral and be conscious of the fact that I was doing it the entire time. These days I am experiencing a different clarity in my understanding of the universe and all of its layers.
I have opened myself up to the same side of the universe that I made a conscious decision to turn my back on over a decade ago. Over the years I have seen aspects of humanity at work in each and every stage of their self imposed darkness. The darker I chose to go the darker my reflection in the eyes of those who mirrored became. Those who surrounded me mirrored my reflection. It is ironic that the darker I went the more I was enlightened.
I truly believe that in order to understand I must become part of what ever it is that I want to know. School is something of a disaster in our modern era. The confined mind that learns to play the game early on is rewarded for thinking inside the dotted lines.
If I were to look up the definition of fear and recite it, word for word back to my teacher then I could gain the merits of a book-based education that is primarily self-serving in its result. If I am good at this sort of scholastic achievement then my degree will be my reward and material possession, my addiction. What if I rebel against the confines of this single dimensional learning machine and abandon myself into fear its self? What if I became an addict just like the one in the books that the other students would study about? What if I could escape into each and every fear driven behavior until there was nothing left to do except turn out the lights and simply fade away?
Somehow I completed this sort of well rounded education with my mind and body still in tact. If I can survive those dark years and live to articulate my findings in a way that both the street junkie and the college professor can relate to then this is what I have an obligation to do.
I believe that my whole existence, much of it having to endure the disappointment of human relationships was all exactly as it was supposed to be. I was supposed to take the elevator as far down as I did. I was supposed to endure the years of isolation, frustration, fear and pain in order to serve those who I met as I made my decent downward.
I also believe that this is humanity’s time to shine. If everyone who has experienced the same sort of demise as I simply closed the door to their dark pasts as they stepped out into the light of their reconnected consciousness then how bright would it really be on the other side?
Do people not understand why they are given the gift of enlightenment in the first place? Do they not know that there are millions just like them who will never feel the love of their own spirit because they will forever remain trapped inside imagined fears of their own making?
I have committed my life to clearing this structure of manipulation and imagined fear and laying the foundation for a transcendence of universal spirituality by way of a remedy that will afford individuals the luxury of collectively choosing what kind of existence they manifest for themselves.
When we try to comprehend how we are like our fellow man, we must first come to the realization that the limitations of our own flesh have perpetuated a universal frustration that is felt within us all. In most cases, this frustration is reflected in our fears, which have often overtaken our spirit by granting the perception of our ego a disproportionate empowerment. Through this empowerment, we have given into our own fears and frustrations and allowed the darkness to overtake our light.
Just as our spirit can cast no shadow, we should always be reminded that our earthly shadow in merely a reflection of our humanistic self. As our human form is dictated by earthly limitations, so to do those earthly limitations apply to our shadow for it is only in existence because our flesh and bones created it. It is for this reason alone that we should never grant our mortal reflection the type of fear-based power that could actually stand in the way of our own spiritual experience.
I want everyone to have an opportunity for individual reflection and self-realization sufficient to bring about a personal spiritual transformation. Thus creating an individual awakening that cumulatively could create a shift in our collective consciousness and establish a reconnection to the truth. By providing people, the opportunity to undergo and complete this sort of spiritual awakening it is my belief that we can impede or even reverse our egos fear driven dominion over our spirits. By bridging this disconnection from the spirit we will finally be able to emancipate the spirit of man from this self-imposed, age-old wrought iron cage of consciousness that strangles our society in a slow suicide.
Robert Gray Gallagher
2011 All Rights Reserved
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