'His thoughts like a hundred moths, trapped in a lampshade.'

'Made the masses of mastadons a path to trample the fascists on.'

'Every official that comes in, cripples us, leaves us maimed, silent and tame, and with our flesh and bones he builds his homes.'

'So now I'm rollin' down Rodeo wit a shotgun, These people ain't seen a brown skin man, Since their grandparents bought one'

I stumble into town, just like a sacred cow Visions of swastikas in my head, Plans for everyone. It's in the whites of my eyes.

Mind is the Master power that moulds and makes, And Man is Mind, and evermore he takes The tool of Thought, and, shaping what he wills, Brings forth a thousand…

We cannot observe external things without some degree of Thought; nor can we reflect upon our Thoughts, without being influenced in the course of our reflectio…