The Tale of Man and Chicken.

In the beginning, the chickens were wild and free and roamed to and fro about the earth, flying and soaring over it…feeding and copulating freely under the great ball of fire in the sky. They rose to it’s majestic beams cutting thru the branches of the pines…echoing their salutations with boasts of their conquests…offerings to the alpha and omega. From the Sun comes all things and to the Sun all things will return.
To the chickens, the gods granted the gift of flight and bestowed upon them the authority over all the beasts of the field. Even the man looked up in awe as the shadow of a chicken passed over head. But to man, the gods  revealed to them the knowledge of the Sun. With this knowledge man was able to harness the energy of the Sun to create fire and they learned how to plant seeds in the ground to propagate and multiply the plants they depended upon for sustenance. Man became filled with pride and took the sun for granted worshiping the works of his own hands and placing his throne above the heavens claiming ownership and possession of the earth.
Because of their superior knowledge the man enslaved chicken-kind by tricking them into being dependent upon them for their grain. As the chickens became dependent on the man they became like him…fat and lazy and poor of eyesight…they lost their ability to soar over the clouds and began to scratch and peck at the earth, grazing on harvested seed from the hand of the man. This is how the man robbed the chickens of power and enslaved all of chicken-kind. They robbed the chickens of their freedom, locking them in cages harvesting their unborn off-spring, chopping off their heads and pulling out their feathers…roasting their naked bodies over stoked fires and consuming their scorched flesh.
I’ve heard tell of wild chickens that still soar over the amazon rain forest…giant man eating chickens…remnants of prehistoric beasts that long ago held their throne as the kings of the earth…or maybe that is just a legend or fable…now, in this modern age of man, kings shed the blood of innocents as they fight over the black sludge from the decomposed bones of these long deceased tyrants.
The man has created a false universe, composed their own arbitrary systems of “order” that revolve around a nuclease of energy that depends on the destruction of organic life in order to exist. They have become shortsighted, blinded by greed and illusions of power…they have forgotten that everything revolves around the Sun…they forget that even the energy that is stored in the sticks they rub together comes from the Sun and to the Sun it will return.
In the dead of night the coals hiss and the smoke rises into the heavens returning to the source of all that is.

Fowl Society

They eat and fuck and clack and cluck and live inside their zones
They strut and fluff and act real tough, like dogs fighting over a bone
Like kittens and tits they fight for their bits like there’s not enough to share
And when it’s done you better run if the hand that feeds is bare
They’ll peck your fingers and your toes, that’s how the story always goes
Right or wrong, foul or fair the rooster always gets his share
Dependant on authority…lost their way, don’t know how to be free
So they’ll sharpen their beaks just to make you bleed
Cuz you’re the only one they see sitting on the throne.

Sheep and Goats.

 There are two kinds of people in this world, there are sheep and there are goats. In the beginning there was no distinction between the two. They came from the same animal. The sheep grazed in the meadows and lingered by the flowing streams and became easy prey for the lion who lied in wait for them in the tall grass and the wolves who herded them and cornered them in packs…as the goats climbed to the highest peaks and watched from above…. these predators took from the flock, culling the weakest and leaving the rest to live for another day while the shephard fleeces them all and castrated them and leads them all to the slaughter one by one, starting with the first-born spot-less lamb…the shepherd protects the sheep with his rod and his staff and leads them beside the still waters…slashing and burning the forests in the lowlands so the sheep can graze on the grasses that grow from the disturbed ground…as the goats climbed to the highest peaks and observed from above,  the man has the power of fire and the knowledge of good and evil and he uses his power to subdue and destroy. This is how the 2 legged’s dominated the 4 legged’s… they used sticks and stones to make weapons and fire and they dug in the earth for the metals and ores and ruled over the beasts and the feilds…. and the sheep surrendered their free will to the Shephard in return for the promise of safety, comfort and security, he led them beside the still waters to fertile pastures… as the goats climbed to the highest peaks and watched from afar… I watched as he slit the throat of the first-born and drained the blood into a basin and carried it into his tabernacle and marched up the steps to the center of the tent where he kept the gold that his slaves had dug from the ground and the treasures that he captured from the nomadic tribes wandering in the desert who had long ago been exiled from the land by his fathers…He held the blood above his head and poured it on the horns of the alter that he had built for his god that required blood for the remission of sins. He slew the ancient trees whose spirits spoke to me to build his cities and walls, and temples to his god, my fathers children are held hostage in his camps… the virgins are parceled out among the generals and officers like the plunder and loot and livestock that they steal from our villages and camps…the feet of my children smash the grapes of the wine that they drink. They are a savage people who worship their gold and their riches and claim the authority of a god that requires blood for the remission of sins.

Extermination?

Is it right or wrong to exterminate varmints to protect your own interests? What do you do with the coyote in the chicken coup, the termites in your walls, the mole in the yard, the moths in your closet, the mice in the attic, the roaches under the sink? Extermination? Try to co-habitate with them? Shoo them away?
What about a varmit that claims jurisdiction over all of the land, property, possessions, and person…control over the animals, plants, even seeds…uprooting your crops and robbing you of your sacred herbs and sacraments, setting fire to fields and forests? What if they had taken over to the point where they left you homeless and penniless fleeing into the hills to escape them and they follow you into the hills continuing to impose their will on you?

We are what we eat

“We are what we eat.” Senseless and pacified herds of livestock injected with hormones, drugged, castrated, de-horned, fed nutrition-less mass produced bull-shit, and bred to be tranquilized, slaughtered, ground into hamburger meat, smashed into patties, packaged, labeled and sold in mass.

The other side of the fence

The grass really does look greener on the other side of the fence, they say it’s really not but at least there’s a lot more of it. I gaze across the vast plains thru strands of barbed wire at the huge fireball in the sky; I watch it as it slowly disappears behind the horizon. I wonder where it goes. How I long to gallop across this lush green sea of grass, how I long to see where the sun beds down for the night. But here I am trapped inside this fence. Sometimes I dream of getting a running start and jumping over the western fence and galloping into the sunset, but I always stutter step just short of jumping. What if I trip? Besides I have grass to eat here and an old bathtub full of water to drink, and an old Guernsey named Betsey to keep me company and every Friday Farmer Joe dumps a bale of hay over the fence with the forks on his tractor for me and Betsey. I have everything I need here and I am comfortable. Oops I stepped in Betsey’s’ crap again.

Lemming Messiah

“I have come to emancipate the incapacitated lemmings, lost in an illusory labyrinth of the vast underpinnings of metallic infrastructures created by a plethora of arbitrary authorities combining their collective energies to engage in a maniacal conspiracy to obliterate the consciousness of the masses and establish an omnipresent religeo-political hierarchical system of injustice and unrestrained capital gain on the part of the few and privileged bourgeois at the expense of the mass population in its entirety.”
 
 
Grazing Sun-Burnt Sheep
Grazing sun-burnt sheep feeding aimlessly on the spoils of war, 6 dollar cones and chicken wings without bones and I’m looking for the door, and the pirates are raiding out in the street, they pillage and plunder for something to eat, they’ll sing you a song as you walk along and they’ll sing all night for a few hits of your bong but what they crave is so much more.
 
 

Solidified Ghosts, Articulate Zombies.

 …spare some change for the cold, hungry and oppressed, mentally unstable products of this unsustainable in-human machine that feeds on blood and dinosaur bones and wipes its ass with the trees… a snake that chases its own tail and swallows himself whole…A closed system ruled by a false and mechanical order that is the epitome of chaos itself.