RAGS, THIS IS A LETTER TO YOU, By Charles Manson (from The Manson File: Myth and Reality of an Outlaw Shaman, by Nikolas Schreck – Used with permission)

by Haze

The Manson File- Myth and Reality of an Outlaw Shaman (used with permission from the author, Nikolas Schreck) and photo of Charles, courtesy of an old mailer from World Order Media

Some old poetry of Charles’

RAGS, THIS IS A LETTER TO YOU
(from The Manson File: Myth and Reality of an Outlaw Shaman, by Nikolas Schreck)
“It is my hope and dream
To hook up through the satellites
With everyone that’s in the Family
Red and Blue, Green, Gold, and Yellow
All the girls that are in jail with me
That gave their lives, took their lives
Gave their lives again
This is on the other side of the noose
That hangs in the sky
Where the infinite consciousness
Within all living things cry
Sometimes you can just hang there and fly
I was going to give you some poetry
Of how it feels to be lonely
To be alone, with no one, sitting down in the hole
No letters for five years
Just turned sixteen
I almost got adopted once
But they took a guy who was deaf and dumb
Brought him to California
Put him on a ranch
He took a gun and started shooting cows
Johnny Holiday
All the cowboys in Rio were like outlaws
Steel sharpened
Knives came through the spirits eyes
Landed right on my tongue
I had to learn everything all by myself
The first thing I learned was:
Don’t Trust Anyone
No more than you do yourself
If we’re gonna do something in this world
We’ve gotta do it right
Underneath all that ever was
Reasons and rhymes wound up tight
Astral flight my spiraling staircase dreams
Lucifer my brother, died of strings.
Come on in, with your organ, cupid-man flies
Coming down the highway, crystal palace dreams
Dreams dreaming’ on, know what I’m feelin’
Far is the country, way out on a balmy sea
Sail-Sailing on home boy, sailing on home
Singing it on home”
-CHARLES MILLES MANSON

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