Shit man you want to see me fly?
Poetry is just about closing your eye.
You never know how much there is to gain until you flow,
the river of styx was always there always below,
weve clouded up the sky and then suddenly we
wave a wand and let it just be,
the clouds clear and sun shines through,
we travel at the speed of light just me and YOU!
I'm a poet, a bohemian, a revolutionary,
because i'm nothing at all and it's quite
a truthery!
Things don't have to rhyme,
but life is true in poetry
and this isn't a crime!
I'm going crazy and i'm losing myself,
I stop controlling and give away my false health!
Im not ok and I never was,
but today is different,
now is fuzz,
I see speckles, just dots on the screen,
as soon as I stare they dissapear again!
I love this expirience, and I love all of you,
they call it ecstasy and it's why monkeys fling poo!
People die and they get a choice, go through it again or
be moist!
Fluid like a river to the sea, I've finally started running
the stream has got me gunning,
I cut down the nature of judgement and hope,
because hope is a lie it's only getting boo - tie!
Theres noone holding me back,
the ego is still there,
but the longer I indulge in going,
I go nowhere!
I hope you are inspired by my freestyle,
my heart is flowing like christ,
I wake up from the dream and go wtf was rice!
Why do we have to "make sense"? They're so trapped in their fantasy,
when we finally lose it all,
we actually recreate a ball,
the crystal can be remade, shape, color, purple lemonade!
I hope for yellow seagulls, and I always catch crap,
my head was up my ass,
and I never knew I was wearing a cap!
This is insane, you think so?
We all talk to ourselves, it's all in the flow.
Artists merely know themselves,
people, shapeshifters, shadows.
They realize they're unjudgeable,
and blow out the candle of the darkness.
They stop hating,
they start loving,
they start expanding,
they stop gloving,
they hold nothing,
they held everything,
time is the illusion,
and the illusion is itself.
Let's make headway over Niagara,
Let's go over in a sheet,
value doesn't a lick of power,
to this funky beat!
You have no power over me,
I understand the world,
We're all one and segregation,
makes such a thing of death.
Quietely in bed,
trying so hard to sleep,
they know not they're goals are pointless,
and that rest relies in the **** (beep)
I am infinitely creative,
infinitely expansive,
the ego is like a friend,
in order to be my answer,
Me, my own, myself the pilot,
I left the plane to go
SKYDIVING!
Falling through everything,
going down the rabbit hole.
I can't wait to take shrooms,
and see how big I get!
How much power in nothing,
how cynicism in old age,
they gained so much,
and hid from their rage.
We all want to be happy,
so be
HERE,
Right here, Right Now!
Stop lying to yourself,
and realize the truth is in the POW!
Slap! Kaboom OW!
The words of a lover hurt more than a friend,
the inspiration has no END,
Life is about going crazy, going sane,
who knew it was just one big game!
The flow of reality, of stillness of it all,
it has one big disco hall.
I tap my boots, I swing around,
I realize where, my next step will be found.
I am the dancer, the truster, the faithful.
And we're all here,
waiting for the graceful.
I'm going to end this rythem,
and talk to my dad,
I'm going to try to show him my freedom,
and stop him being sad.
This is flying this is soaring and i've never felt more alive,
if only they'd sit us down and let us score some of this dopey jive!