What I figure is that before we come here, we negotiate our terms upon a round table. There's a shot glass placed in front of us engraved with the word Eschaton. An olympian lamp swings above it, casting shadow puppets of this lunar cup as well as all the cosmic postures of gods and demons beholding what you've somehow awoken to. It's all very dizzying, but somehow the air tells you this is a one-time treaty.
Across the table from you is an illuminated eye, holding your peripheral with its menacing poker-faced stone. Like a canyon, it engulfs everyone into its swallowing glare, casting everything as shifty in comparison to the tone of its reptilian pupil that looks as if it had never blinked.
You avoid its glare.
Instead, your eyes contemplate the awaiting shot glass. A mist hovers above the bubbling contents like an amazonian potion cried from the tear ducts of extinct trees. The gods inform you it will make you resemble them. The demons warn you it will make you resemble them. Between them both, the illuminated Eye, like the brim of the cup, patiently anticipates your execution.
You palm the small chalice in your left hand and draw your last breath, taking one last look at the present patrons. They are all unmistakably familiar faces of once-family members, friends, and lovers, simultaneously exhibiting all the characteristics of everyone you've ever known, yet with a celestial twist. The longer you look, the more difficult it is to distinguish god from demon, ghost from reptile, spirit from archetype, or even one from the other, and not a word is spoken as every eyelash and muscle conforms to the surveillant stillness of the Eye.
"Once you drink this," a voice echoed, "you will be born, but not necessarily into life. It will initiate a journey of endless torment and priceless joys. This water will always remain within you, and you'll be the only one who determines whether it's medicine or poison. You will either use it to find life or it will slowly burn through you and become the excuse of your death. This is a process we've all undergone.
"What will it taste like?" I ask.
"Like a boomerang dipped in cyanide and honey."
With full vigor, I jerked my elbow upward, diving towards the treacherous liquid, lips and tongue inviting. The room hushed into a stark suspense, marked with rejoices and moans, but just as the first drop detonated the nearest taste-bud, a tsunami of second-thought tidal waved to the forefront of my mind. In the small reflection captured within the Eschaton, I beheld the mirrored image of the Eye, this time my own. It was too late.
Our personal armageddons are like mini-apocalypses of snowflakes falling onto open engines, sizzling into smoke signals as we approach this fascist finale.
The machines are warmed up now, while we chatter away within the barbwired picket-fenced lawn party assembled on the deck of the Titanic.
These are the opening credits.
The Eschaton in our bellies is like whisky as the movie commences, and it will undoubtedly kill us or save us. Under the hypnosis of the Eye, it burns through our guts, slowly returning to the ground from which it seeped. Used medicinally, the living water sings like bar-stool conversations of the round table. It's almost as if a heavenly finger is rimming the circular edge like a resonant wine glass, threatening to shatter the crystal ball if heard far enough. Unfortunately we all due for another suicide.
Soon.
Cheers.
Sunday, November 1, 2009
Metamorphosis Lyrics: mEtAmOrPhOsIS
We must not fear,
Fear is the mind's death
Change is life
It's the Muse: Metamorphosis
From an egg to a larvae to a caccoon, it has awoken,
In an unseen form, with an alien shape,
Summoning ancestors to embody this change
Tracing the lineage to an ancient place,
With unfamiliar features but older than any name or notion,
It's the moment everything changes...Metamorphosis.
Every single is going to change,
And we are the change,
Look, it's right here...
Some call it a quantum leap,
Like the very first fish with the very first feet,
Who has gathered the courage to confront what few see,
Though the species can feel it,
It's in the air for the first fish with lungs to breathe.
Parents watch horrified as they walk up the beach,
Without resemblance, driven by unspeakable needs: Metamorphosis.
The ace card up the sleeve,
Carried on individual shoulders to be achieved,
Metamorphosis.
From an amphibian to a reptile, lizard to mammal,
From the sun, to plants, to the bodies of animals,
It's expressed to the limits of what we can handle,
Turning up the voltage slow, until it's quick, then intangible,
Everything shifts, dissolves and sinks into the mystery,
The Kingdom of Heaven is in you, in your genes,
And when the gene pools splash, egg shells crack,
At the brink of extinction, Life makes her demands,
Metamorphosis.
This is the Metamorphosis,
Right here right now,
As it plays itself out,
In the spirit of our ancestors as the energy comes down,
Embrace the change, we not fear,
This is no future date,
It's happening right here...
Within a single year
Within a single month
Within a single day
Within a single hour
Within a single second
Within a single instant: Metamorphosis.
This is the Metamorphosis...
In the spirit of our ancestors,
The galactic council watches down
As it plays itself out,
Behind the fear and doubt,
This is the Metamorphosis,
(And when it came to the point I was no longer recognizable to myself, I realized this was something I had to do alone. I realized that no one else can do this for me, nor can I do this for anyone else no matter how much I loved them. This was followed by a great sadness. And finally, and understand -of some sort.)
Fear is the mind's death
Change is life
It's the Muse: Metamorphosis
From an egg to a larvae to a caccoon, it has awoken,
In an unseen form, with an alien shape,
Summoning ancestors to embody this change
Tracing the lineage to an ancient place,
With unfamiliar features but older than any name or notion,
It's the moment everything changes...Metamorphosis.
Every single is going to change,
And we are the change,
Look, it's right here...
Some call it a quantum leap,
Like the very first fish with the very first feet,
Who has gathered the courage to confront what few see,
Though the species can feel it,
It's in the air for the first fish with lungs to breathe.
Parents watch horrified as they walk up the beach,
Without resemblance, driven by unspeakable needs: Metamorphosis.
The ace card up the sleeve,
Carried on individual shoulders to be achieved,
Metamorphosis.
From an amphibian to a reptile, lizard to mammal,
From the sun, to plants, to the bodies of animals,
It's expressed to the limits of what we can handle,
Turning up the voltage slow, until it's quick, then intangible,
Everything shifts, dissolves and sinks into the mystery,
The Kingdom of Heaven is in you, in your genes,
And when the gene pools splash, egg shells crack,
At the brink of extinction, Life makes her demands,
Metamorphosis.
This is the Metamorphosis,
Right here right now,
As it plays itself out,
In the spirit of our ancestors as the energy comes down,
Embrace the change, we not fear,
This is no future date,
It's happening right here...
Within a single year
Within a single month
Within a single day
Within a single hour
Within a single second
Within a single instant: Metamorphosis.
This is the Metamorphosis...
In the spirit of our ancestors,
The galactic council watches down
As it plays itself out,
Behind the fear and doubt,
This is the Metamorphosis,
(And when it came to the point I was no longer recognizable to myself, I realized this was something I had to do alone. I realized that no one else can do this for me, nor can I do this for anyone else no matter how much I loved them. This was followed by a great sadness. And finally, and understand -of some sort.)
Metamorphosis Lyrics: HELLYA'Leujah
Hellya'leujah...
There are so many things to atone
...bring to the light like a sizzling "HA!"
Like the first moment I heard you moan,
A comet hit home.
Like a meteorite struck my dome,
Flooding with light, down our spines,
From the crown to the ground, dispelling the doubts,
And all I can make out was the sound of "OM"...
And I pictured us like that,
Like a pause in a spoken word,
A cosmic thought in mid-breath,
We'd never look at the clock, let the eyes rest,
Let's not rush to the end, my Love...
What should be our end?
Our silver thread?
My most beloved of friends, is there an end?
Damn I was dizzy with similes trying to describe what we had,
...couldn't deny the massage feeling of sand,
Slipping through our soft hand-held hands grasp.
They say diamonds are forever, but this is longer than that,
We just said our goodbyes, so what am I supposed to make of that?
Alone...or at least without you being close...or at least not close enough for me to hold you,
But still I hear that moan being spoken with the unfolding tone of...
Hellya'leujah
I'm on my own now,
Still thinking of you wondering how you're doing love...
Trinkets of conversations and familiar places cascade above.
This facet's been running for years,
And we resolved it by pulling the plugs,
But then all at once, came the flood...your smile bubbled to the surface and then I was done.
The first your eyes looked into mine,
I saw something I couldn't say,
I wanted to give myself away like a sand castle to the ocean waves.
"Please take me." I heard you whisper it too,
And like invisible strings tied to each other we moved,
And gave into it like we were used to it,
Like mathematicians that need no prove.
And from there it was me and you,
The two of us like two trees on the same trunk,
We'd go the mountains on a full moon,
On the same orbit around the sun,
But we're on our own now,
In different directions around the same sun,
I miss you.
I love you.
It seems our invisible strings have been cut,
My love, there's nothing sadder than thinking this is the last time we'll see the moon,
But we are perennial flowers floating in space in orbit,
So I'll see you soon!
Hellya'leujah
There are so many things to atone
...bring to the light like a sizzling "HA!"
Like the first moment I heard you moan,
A comet hit home.
Like a meteorite struck my dome,
Flooding with light, down our spines,
From the crown to the ground, dispelling the doubts,
And all I can make out was the sound of "OM"...
And I pictured us like that,
Like a pause in a spoken word,
A cosmic thought in mid-breath,
We'd never look at the clock, let the eyes rest,
Let's not rush to the end, my Love...
What should be our end?
Our silver thread?
My most beloved of friends, is there an end?
Damn I was dizzy with similes trying to describe what we had,
...couldn't deny the massage feeling of sand,
Slipping through our soft hand-held hands grasp.
They say diamonds are forever, but this is longer than that,
We just said our goodbyes, so what am I supposed to make of that?
Alone...or at least without you being close...or at least not close enough for me to hold you,
But still I hear that moan being spoken with the unfolding tone of...
Hellya'leujah
I'm on my own now,
Still thinking of you wondering how you're doing love...
Trinkets of conversations and familiar places cascade above.
This facet's been running for years,
And we resolved it by pulling the plugs,
But then all at once, came the flood...your smile bubbled to the surface and then I was done.
The first your eyes looked into mine,
I saw something I couldn't say,
I wanted to give myself away like a sand castle to the ocean waves.
"Please take me." I heard you whisper it too,
And like invisible strings tied to each other we moved,
And gave into it like we were used to it,
Like mathematicians that need no prove.
And from there it was me and you,
The two of us like two trees on the same trunk,
We'd go the mountains on a full moon,
On the same orbit around the sun,
But we're on our own now,
In different directions around the same sun,
I miss you.
I love you.
It seems our invisible strings have been cut,
My love, there's nothing sadder than thinking this is the last time we'll see the moon,
But we are perennial flowers floating in space in orbit,
So I'll see you soon!
Hellya'leujah
Metamorphosis Lyrics: Resurrection
As the sun circles the globe,
And our children grow older,
The days roll over...
Learning to hold higher levels of voltage,
Shoveling coal in the rib cage,
Warming the bones,
Stepping in front of our flags,
And our diplomas,
Without national lines defining our home,
The gross-domestic-product-of-our-Souls,
Will raise the hair full-mass on the back of our necks like electrodes,
So that throat chakras can blast the grip of a crucifix,
The religious choke hold wrapping 30 pieces of silver,
Into the symbol of torment,
I stand bewildered, like
"Where's the resurrection?
'Cuz all I'm seeing is death,
Clear-cutters turn trees to lumber..."
"Where's the resurrection?
'Cuz all I'm seeing is death..."
Cooking living plants into shriveled flesh...
"Where's the resurrection?
'Cuz all I'm seeing is death,
Watching them wear blood diamonds around their necks
"Where's the resurrection?
'Cuz all I'm seeing is death..."
He said, I am the Way
The Life
The Vine
The Roots
The Fruit
The Rhyme,
The Reason,
The Time: Believe it.
The seekers keep seeking it,
Out of season but on-time,
So the vampires howl to money at sunrise...
And on the 1st and 15th, the sacrifice
Blood spilling the steps smelling like suicide.
He said, I am the Life,
To necrophiliac minds who'd rather smash something to bits
Of what lived to see what's inside...
So where's the resurrection?
And our children grow older,
The days roll over...
Learning to hold higher levels of voltage,
Shoveling coal in the rib cage,
Warming the bones,
Stepping in front of our flags,
And our diplomas,
Without national lines defining our home,
The gross-domestic-product-of-our-Souls,
Will raise the hair full-mass on the back of our necks like electrodes,
So that throat chakras can blast the grip of a crucifix,
The religious choke hold wrapping 30 pieces of silver,
Into the symbol of torment,
I stand bewildered, like
"Where's the resurrection?
'Cuz all I'm seeing is death,
Clear-cutters turn trees to lumber..."
"Where's the resurrection?
'Cuz all I'm seeing is death..."
Cooking living plants into shriveled flesh...
"Where's the resurrection?
'Cuz all I'm seeing is death,
Watching them wear blood diamonds around their necks
"Where's the resurrection?
'Cuz all I'm seeing is death..."
He said, I am the Way
The Life
The Vine
The Roots
The Fruit
The Rhyme,
The Reason,
The Time: Believe it.
The seekers keep seeking it,
Out of season but on-time,
So the vampires howl to money at sunrise...
And on the 1st and 15th, the sacrifice
Blood spilling the steps smelling like suicide.
He said, I am the Life,
To necrophiliac minds who'd rather smash something to bits
Of what lived to see what's inside...
So where's the resurrection?
Metamorphosis Lyrics: Dearly Beloved
One step forward, two steps behind,
There's nothing I can say that will press rewind,
These are difficult times no doubt,
There's too much to carry,
And not enough before the sun goes down...
Sometimes it seems that I'm marching through the darkest of clouds,
Wondering why and I can't explain how,
When it's a dark night of the soul and nothing grows on the ground,
The wind is cold and somehow I can't reach out to you now,
But baby...I need you to know that you've never been doubted.
And brother...I'm by your side though you don't see me around.
It's just my world's been cold,
I gotta shovel some coal into the rib cage,
And I gotta do it alone.
So check it: I've been thinking about some serious things,
I've been considering the fact I've been sinking with concrete wings.
And like the rings of Saturn, I've got patterns and habits,
And I don't mean to give excuses by the truth is I have them,
I don't mean to fall from touch,
I'm a man of no magic,
If anything, Love is an invisible magnet.
And I was once enchanted but what I've had, I've lost,
So now I come to you...call it Islam, call it the Cross,
I'll even call you the Goddess because I know now you're more than a concept.
But I'm still lost...I need you.
Help me find my way.
I hope to see you soon.
For this I pray.
I don't listen when people talk about you,
Every time I do all they seem to do to doubt you.
Even when they pay lip service it's like a commercial they've heard,
Like you were something obscure,
Like you were never in the room...
And now I've said too much, but still I need your love,
Sometimes I wish we could just skip and be with you like we once was.
Living in these worldly ways is tough,
I feel like a plant in the shade contemplating the sun.
I'm hungry for something that I've never been full from,
It seems like these cities are trying to drink my blood,
We're all busy building piles so we rarely look up,
And I no longer find comfort in the fact that it will never be done...
So in you I'm placing my trust,
From the beginning to the end and I'll see what comes,
For you I'll give my flesh and pledge my blood,
And keep it clean.
Every time we touch it's like a dream,
My spirit gets lifted until it's drunk like a bucket trying to scoop the sea,
I keep trying to take away the things you say I should leave,
I fight to keep them...you let me...and I see what you mean.
Please,
I come to you again,
All I need is my health, my family and my friends,
And all I want is my health, my family and my friends,
But I know there's something else and it doesn't make sense.
I've already done too much I can't take back again,
I don't want to do another unless it's something you've said...
One step forward, two steps behind,
There's nothing I can say that will press rewind,
These are difficult times no doubt,
There's too much to carry,
And not enough before the sun goes down...
I'm calling to you, can you hear my prayer?
I'm calling to you, won't you hear my prayer?
Please hear my prayer.
Hear my prayer.
I'm calling to you.
There's nothing I can say that will press rewind,
These are difficult times no doubt,
There's too much to carry,
And not enough before the sun goes down...
Sometimes it seems that I'm marching through the darkest of clouds,
Wondering why and I can't explain how,
When it's a dark night of the soul and nothing grows on the ground,
The wind is cold and somehow I can't reach out to you now,
But baby...I need you to know that you've never been doubted.
And brother...I'm by your side though you don't see me around.
It's just my world's been cold,
I gotta shovel some coal into the rib cage,
And I gotta do it alone.
So check it: I've been thinking about some serious things,
I've been considering the fact I've been sinking with concrete wings.
And like the rings of Saturn, I've got patterns and habits,
And I don't mean to give excuses by the truth is I have them,
I don't mean to fall from touch,
I'm a man of no magic,
If anything, Love is an invisible magnet.
And I was once enchanted but what I've had, I've lost,
So now I come to you...call it Islam, call it the Cross,
I'll even call you the Goddess because I know now you're more than a concept.
But I'm still lost...I need you.
Help me find my way.
I hope to see you soon.
For this I pray.
I don't listen when people talk about you,
Every time I do all they seem to do to doubt you.
Even when they pay lip service it's like a commercial they've heard,
Like you were something obscure,
Like you were never in the room...
And now I've said too much, but still I need your love,
Sometimes I wish we could just skip and be with you like we once was.
Living in these worldly ways is tough,
I feel like a plant in the shade contemplating the sun.
I'm hungry for something that I've never been full from,
It seems like these cities are trying to drink my blood,
We're all busy building piles so we rarely look up,
And I no longer find comfort in the fact that it will never be done...
So in you I'm placing my trust,
From the beginning to the end and I'll see what comes,
For you I'll give my flesh and pledge my blood,
And keep it clean.
Every time we touch it's like a dream,
My spirit gets lifted until it's drunk like a bucket trying to scoop the sea,
I keep trying to take away the things you say I should leave,
I fight to keep them...you let me...and I see what you mean.
Please,
I come to you again,
All I need is my health, my family and my friends,
And all I want is my health, my family and my friends,
But I know there's something else and it doesn't make sense.
I've already done too much I can't take back again,
I don't want to do another unless it's something you've said...
One step forward, two steps behind,
There's nothing I can say that will press rewind,
These are difficult times no doubt,
There's too much to carry,
And not enough before the sun goes down...
I'm calling to you, can you hear my prayer?
I'm calling to you, won't you hear my prayer?
Please hear my prayer.
Hear my prayer.
I'm calling to you.
Metamorphosis lyrics: Are You Experienced?
And like the first glimmer of dawn, upsetting the balance of utter blackness it was over. It was as if light beams had finally struck the ocean floor and I had somehow been redeemed. The Metamorphosis had been complete. All the fear, all the dread, and all the anxiety had been allowed to pass over and only this remained...
***
Let me ask you Love, you've ever been experienced?
Have you ever experienced bliss?
Don't take my opinion as the divine within...
All in an instant, it-can-switch
From one frozen hell
To one moment of glory
Outside our broken shells.
Like a touch of the skin being felt...
It's real.
Now you and I have ridden the highs and lows,
Like the ocean tide, we keep to an ebb and the flow,
And I know it seems hopeless,
The constant ups and downs,
Life demanding of us, that we keep encircling round,
When you take it as it is, and we start losing our ground,
Put on the mask, do our thing, and put our dreams on the shelf.
...it's just a frozen hell,
With icicles on these hearts because the world's not well.
And I hate to see the world's sad look in your eyes,
It's not fair,
We both know that you try.
And that's why I'm sending this,
It's been a blessing to me,
Imagine being free like you can't teach a child to be.
Imagine seeing another way out -I know it exists,
Everything can change in a glimpse.
In you, I see an innocence I want to protect,
So when your spirit is weary you've got a friend,
'Cuz it's madness and we all pretend,
As we go about baking our bread,
Hoping the unsaid somewhere has been said,
It's like we've got full stomachs but we're still feeling unfed.
And suspicions arise about the way we've been led.
And baby I really believe that this is the medicine,
When I let it summon something inside, something "clicks".
That if you think what you've always thought,
You'll do what you've always done,
You'll see what you've always seen,
And then you'll feel what you've always felt,
And live how you've always lived,
...and that's it.
Just doing this different can change all of it,
And like an umbilical trail we can follow it Home.
(chorus 1:51)
So let me ask you baby, you've ever been experienced?
Have you ever experienced bliss?
Don't take my opinion as the divine within...
Let me ask you Love, you've ever been experienced?
Have you ever experienced bliss?
Don't take my opinion as the divine within...
(2:11)
It's like everywhere we go people are always trying to sell us a cure,
After which we reach for our wallets,
For someone behind the curtain,
And then again we're in line,
In the end, the only thing we know is something ain't right.
Because everyone is full of secrets from the lawyer to the priest,
From the doctors to the bankers,
Of those on top to us underneath,
And so we figure someone up there knows something,
'Cuz we're smart enough to know that we don't,
We keep trusting,
That it's all in control, so we can go about selling our souls,
But who are we not to know, my Love?
I see a luminous soul,
I see the wisdom of the planet,
In the woman you show,
With the power to command the wind that blows,
With real divine brilliance, but then dismissed
And shrugged off as ridiculous.
I see an innocence choked with layers of linen,
Laid on top of one other from the world and its hints,
And though well-meaning they carry the weight of cement bricks,
When in the end, being truly naked again is the best fit.
'Cuz when you're naked you can feel the world as it is,
With open arms surrendering all defensive grips.
Like I can see you right now, the way it was as kids,
For when the veils are lifted, we see the way we once did.
And if you saw what I see you would know it exists,
'Cuz everything can change in a glimpse...
(chorus)
So let me ask you Love, you've ever been experienced?
Have you ever experienced bliss?
Don't take my opinion as the divine within.
Let me ask you baby, you've ever been experienced?
Have you ever experienced bliss?
Don't take my opinion as the divine within...
See for yourself.
***
Let me ask you Love, you've ever been experienced?
Have you ever experienced bliss?
Don't take my opinion as the divine within...
All in an instant, it-can-switch
From one frozen hell
To one moment of glory
Outside our broken shells.
Like a touch of the skin being felt...
It's real.
Now you and I have ridden the highs and lows,
Like the ocean tide, we keep to an ebb and the flow,
And I know it seems hopeless,
The constant ups and downs,
Life demanding of us, that we keep encircling round,
When you take it as it is, and we start losing our ground,
Put on the mask, do our thing, and put our dreams on the shelf.
...it's just a frozen hell,
With icicles on these hearts because the world's not well.
And I hate to see the world's sad look in your eyes,
It's not fair,
We both know that you try.
And that's why I'm sending this,
It's been a blessing to me,
Imagine being free like you can't teach a child to be.
Imagine seeing another way out -I know it exists,
Everything can change in a glimpse.
In you, I see an innocence I want to protect,
So when your spirit is weary you've got a friend,
'Cuz it's madness and we all pretend,
As we go about baking our bread,
Hoping the unsaid somewhere has been said,
It's like we've got full stomachs but we're still feeling unfed.
And suspicions arise about the way we've been led.
And baby I really believe that this is the medicine,
When I let it summon something inside, something "clicks".
That if you think what you've always thought,
You'll do what you've always done,
You'll see what you've always seen,
And then you'll feel what you've always felt,
And live how you've always lived,
...and that's it.
Just doing this different can change all of it,
And like an umbilical trail we can follow it Home.
(chorus 1:51)
So let me ask you baby, you've ever been experienced?
Have you ever experienced bliss?
Don't take my opinion as the divine within...
Let me ask you Love, you've ever been experienced?
Have you ever experienced bliss?
Don't take my opinion as the divine within...
(2:11)
It's like everywhere we go people are always trying to sell us a cure,
After which we reach for our wallets,
For someone behind the curtain,
And then again we're in line,
In the end, the only thing we know is something ain't right.
Because everyone is full of secrets from the lawyer to the priest,
From the doctors to the bankers,
Of those on top to us underneath,
And so we figure someone up there knows something,
'Cuz we're smart enough to know that we don't,
We keep trusting,
That it's all in control, so we can go about selling our souls,
But who are we not to know, my Love?
I see a luminous soul,
I see the wisdom of the planet,
In the woman you show,
With the power to command the wind that blows,
With real divine brilliance, but then dismissed
And shrugged off as ridiculous.
I see an innocence choked with layers of linen,
Laid on top of one other from the world and its hints,
And though well-meaning they carry the weight of cement bricks,
When in the end, being truly naked again is the best fit.
'Cuz when you're naked you can feel the world as it is,
With open arms surrendering all defensive grips.
Like I can see you right now, the way it was as kids,
For when the veils are lifted, we see the way we once did.
And if you saw what I see you would know it exists,
'Cuz everything can change in a glimpse...
(chorus)
So let me ask you Love, you've ever been experienced?
Have you ever experienced bliss?
Don't take my opinion as the divine within.
Let me ask you baby, you've ever been experienced?
Have you ever experienced bliss?
Don't take my opinion as the divine within...
See for yourself.
Monday, January 21, 2008
(Lyrics): OnSomeNextChakraShit
Halfrican Crackers...an evolutionary unique addition to the noosphere
Are in fact, members of the Octopus family.
Nomadic by nature, they live primarily on a diet consisting of
Maca root
Cacao
Yerba
Ginko biloba
Goji
And of course, hummus
I want to innovate, illustrate,
Each page a whisper,
Flowing in flux, like glistening rivers
Shimmering Egyptian pyramidic hierogliphics,
Instead of just saying some shit,
I want to explain to kids: If they say it is,
It is.
Not just to kick rhymes or punch lines,
On this mental matrix...
This is a cave wall painted for future generations,
Because I'm on some "Next Chakra Shit"
Come test moi,
My microphone wand is a shaman stick for crossing this bridge.
My microphone chord an umbilical to my environment,
I'm fingerpainting pure thought until it's visible,
Then rhyming it.
My eyelids are curtains dropping behind this,
Like wallpaper outlining geometric shapes in fine print.
Where all I have to do is close them,
Behold through them,
Assemble and mold through them,
And open them...to the fact that...
This is Rachel Carson's environmentalism,
Being the first to point the problem-the first to find it,
This is Jane Goodall reforming the sights of science,
Bringing the yin to biology-personalizing it,
This is Naomi Cline fighting the corporate uprising,
Writing picket sign words of the first defiance,
This is the writing of the rhyming,
Of the climbing of the highest of horizons.
Of the spiral, of the shining on the diamonds
Of our eyelids when we're smiling,
And I'm finding that defining it
Goes better with silence.
Much like their underwater predecessors,
Halfrican Crackers flourish in a habitat of sensory deprivation
Wherein they can create a visual-audio domain
For non other than purposes of communication.
In these circumstances, a symbiotic bond is established
With psychoactive fungi and coastal ganja.
I want to evolve into another species,
I want to clean clean the streets streets squeejee clean,
Like a squeejee cleaning the screen of my TV
Keeping dreams in a deep sleep NEEDLESSLY!
I want to eat, s*t, sleep, breathe in calligraphy,
I want to be an STD infecting NBC, CNN and CBC
With a glitch in my DNA raising my DMT,
Like a syringe, but a fire hose spraying LSD
On all the CEOs, the CIA and the PCs,
Doing crowd control, make them face their souls
It's easy! Like THC being decriminalized in BC.
We don't need the IMF or the US you see,
What we need are these FAQ's answered by an MC,
Any MC, addressing U and I, like the time was 2012 AD
Which is why...
This is Rachel Carson's environmentalism,
Being the first to point the problem-the first to find it,
This is Jane Goodall reforming the sights of science,
Bringing the yin to biology-personalizing it,
This is Naomi Cline fighting the corporate uprising,
Writing picket sign words of the first defiance,
This is the writing of the rhyming,
Of the climbing of the highest of horizons.
Of the spiral, of the shining on the diamonds
Of our eyelids when we're smiling,
And I'm finding that defining it
Goes better with silence.
Thus the genetic mutations and the virus-like qualities
Providing Halfrican Crackers their linguisitic coloration
Place this organism at great odds within the competive coral
Of it's monotone habitat.
Scientists are continually baffled with its tendency
To convert glucose into seemingly weaveless mimetic fuel
Through a photosynthesis-like operation.
This activity carries significant application with its ability
To secrete unclassified pheremones during climactic stress and mating season,
Which apparently lasts all year round.
Yes...all year round.
Are in fact, members of the Octopus family.
Nomadic by nature, they live primarily on a diet consisting of
Maca root
Cacao
Yerba
Ginko biloba
Goji
And of course, hummus
I want to innovate, illustrate,
Each page a whisper,
Flowing in flux, like glistening rivers
Shimmering Egyptian pyramidic hierogliphics,
Instead of just saying some shit,
I want to explain to kids: If they say it is,
It is.
Not just to kick rhymes or punch lines,
On this mental matrix...
This is a cave wall painted for future generations,
Because I'm on some "Next Chakra Shit"
Come test moi,
My microphone wand is a shaman stick for crossing this bridge.
My microphone chord an umbilical to my environment,
I'm fingerpainting pure thought until it's visible,
Then rhyming it.
My eyelids are curtains dropping behind this,
Like wallpaper outlining geometric shapes in fine print.
Where all I have to do is close them,
Behold through them,
Assemble and mold through them,
And open them...to the fact that...
This is Rachel Carson's environmentalism,
Being the first to point the problem-the first to find it,
This is Jane Goodall reforming the sights of science,
Bringing the yin to biology-personalizing it,
This is Naomi Cline fighting the corporate uprising,
Writing picket sign words of the first defiance,
This is the writing of the rhyming,
Of the climbing of the highest of horizons.
Of the spiral, of the shining on the diamonds
Of our eyelids when we're smiling,
And I'm finding that defining it
Goes better with silence.
Much like their underwater predecessors,
Halfrican Crackers flourish in a habitat of sensory deprivation
Wherein they can create a visual-audio domain
For non other than purposes of communication.
In these circumstances, a symbiotic bond is established
With psychoactive fungi and coastal ganja.
I want to evolve into another species,
I want to clean clean the streets streets squeejee clean,
Like a squeejee cleaning the screen of my TV
Keeping dreams in a deep sleep NEEDLESSLY!
I want to eat, s*t, sleep, breathe in calligraphy,
I want to be an STD infecting NBC, CNN and CBC
With a glitch in my DNA raising my DMT,
Like a syringe, but a fire hose spraying LSD
On all the CEOs, the CIA and the PCs,
Doing crowd control, make them face their souls
It's easy! Like THC being decriminalized in BC.
We don't need the IMF or the US you see,
What we need are these FAQ's answered by an MC,
Any MC, addressing U and I, like the time was 2012 AD
Which is why...
This is Rachel Carson's environmentalism,
Being the first to point the problem-the first to find it,
This is Jane Goodall reforming the sights of science,
Bringing the yin to biology-personalizing it,
This is Naomi Cline fighting the corporate uprising,
Writing picket sign words of the first defiance,
This is the writing of the rhyming,
Of the climbing of the highest of horizons.
Of the spiral, of the shining on the diamonds
Of our eyelids when we're smiling,
And I'm finding that defining it
Goes better with silence.
Thus the genetic mutations and the virus-like qualities
Providing Halfrican Crackers their linguisitic coloration
Place this organism at great odds within the competive coral
Of it's monotone habitat.
Scientists are continually baffled with its tendency
To convert glucose into seemingly weaveless mimetic fuel
Through a photosynthesis-like operation.
This activity carries significant application with its ability
To secrete unclassified pheremones during climactic stress and mating season,
Which apparently lasts all year round.
Yes...all year round.
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