DESIRE

the world is full of endless possibilities. Never take any moment for granted regardless of how you choose to spend it. Realize the gift of time and know its up to ourself to change that which we can. We can give the gift of giving away without the fear of attachment, but, we have to understand we have that within us. I will give away up to the time i have finely been gifted.

The power of perception in a world of deception

Or try and inspire the word desire

Two questions to discover,

An answer or a satisfaction

That will last a while,

Or, until the next distraction.

Have if you will the gift of experience,

In a world that’s eggy and comes with deliverance.

I deliver to be a fine history, a rapture, tone capture of earthly delights

A truth and a see’r despite of what it is.

My reception is skeptical,

Wary of the moment when it all

Ceased to be puuuuuuuure.

My appetite became insecure,

And unwilling to taste the fruitful bounty.

I’m in a Pocahontas county prism, if you will.

Taste the rainbow,

Or, perhaps- I’ll stand up and groooooow.

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DELUX

Every once in a while things just don't make sense. No matter how hard you blaze through the thought bin, there is no explanation! At this moment, I feel I can comprehend the meaning behind most excursions, but, in memory of the countless majority of time I can't, here's to you, mr. whut?

Habitualization of a one tone nation-

Bursting with breeds, whining delusional needs

Of whippits and tickets that teach us to hate,

Discriminate,

But alleviate the crime and hold on to your mind.

Try to find and equation, an invasion of passivity.

A truce, a spoof of our imagination-

Swinging on a prickly version of a strange excursion.

Haven’t found time to prove the unity.

Always a tick that sticks.

It’s a ruined delux. Need an influx of what?

Tell me, what do you see dub masta jee?

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FLOW

 

Om not on the go,

Om on the flow you know.

It’s the black crow that shrieked a complete freak of nature.

It’s not the cure and now I’m sure those inhibitions,

Time turned into intuitions.

And to honor my fruition 

Into a new beginning where I’m not spinning on the point of a top

That’s winning the award for revolutions

And personal bombastic

Intrusions.

And this delusion,

Wake me up I did indeed

And fight for the speed to the next best pit stop…

Hippity hop hop.

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