Build My Own Church

Build My Own Church
© Surazeus
2016 04 15

Growing up in Texas as a young boy,
I often heard on the car radio
singers like Merle Haggard and Don McLean
who lead us to the Otherworld of dreams.

I grew up inside the Adventist church
where they said ours is the only right church,
but I walked outside in city of churches
to see the Earth is the only truth.

I blaze my own trail on this spinning world
and build my own church in lost paradise.

Sitting in college philosophy class,
I saw God does not exist, but subsists
as vibrant atoms that form everything,
so I walked out of church and changed my name.

Striding nowhere lost on cool autumn nights,
I heard Paul Simon sing hello to Darkness,
so I began to sing and saw the light
of my own soul that guides my way in life.

I blaze my own trail on this spinning world
and build my own church in lost paradise.

Wandering alone in Seattle mist
after college in the silence of death,
I sang to the faces of all dead souls
who crowd around me wherever I go.

Drinking electric kool-aid at midnight,
I danced with Dionysus and Apollo
by the lake of dreams where the stars are eyes,
and chanted, I saw the best minds reborn.

I blaze my own trail on this spinning world
and build my own church in lost paradise.

Hitchhiking far from sea to shining sea,
I journeyed on quest for vision of truth
from Seattle to Denver to Miami
to chant spells on busy commercial streets.

Standing mute with Allen Ginsberg in mist,
I handed him my book of spells and pen,
so he wrote, words are smeared by tears of rain,
then I stood laughing on the mountain top.

I blaze my own trail on this spinning world
and build my own church in lost paradise.

Weaving web of dreams on computer screens,
I found Tambourine Man in Michigan
where two daughters sprang from my apple eyes,
so I lead them from Desolation Row.

Mapping the history of Man on this world,
I chant epic poem of philosophers
to trace their paths from myth to chemistry
as we wake up from old religious dream.

I blaze my own trail on this spinning world
and build my own church in lost paradise.

Watching galaxies in vast universe
spin around Black Stars that generate life,
I sing the body electric that beams
conscious spirit of wisdom from our brains.

While Saraswati teaches me to sing
Athena teaches me wisdom and truth,
so I follow them high to Parthenon
where I dream in transcendent slant of light.

I blaze my own trail on this spinning world
and build my own church in lost paradise.