The fiery sun of my passions

Evaporates the love lakes of my soul

Clouds my thoughts and rains you into existence

As I take flight on bolts of lighting

Claiming chaos as my concubine and you as my me I of the storm you of the sea

We of the moon land of the free

What have I done to deserve this? Am I happy?

Happiness is a mediocre sin set for a middle class existence I see through smiles and smell truth in the distance

Beyond one dimensional smiles and laughter

Lies are hereafter where tears echo laughter

You'd have to do math to divide a smile By a tear times fear equals mere truth

I simply delve in the air and if that's the case

All I have to breath and all else will follow

That's why drums are hollow, and I like drums, drums are good But I can't think straight

I lack the attention span to meditate

My attention spans galaxies here and now are immense

Seconds are secular, moments are mine Self is illusion, music's divine

Noosed by the strings of Jimmy's guitar

I swing Purple Hazed pendulum

Hypnotizing the part of I that never dies Look into my eyes are the windows of the soul

It's fried chicken collies and cornbread

It's corn milk flour sour cream eggs and oil

Its the stolen blood of the earth Used to make cars run and kill the fish

Who me? I play scales

The scales of dead fish of oil slicked seas

My sister blows wind through the hollows of fallen tress And we are the echoes of eternity, echoes of eternity

Echoes of eternity maybe you heard of us

We do rebirths, revokes and resurrections

We threw basement parties in pyramids I left my tag on the wall

The beats would echo of the stone

And solidify into the form of light bulbs

Destined to light of the heads of future generations They're releasing it up in the form of OM

Maybe you heard of us

If not then you must be trying to hear us

In such cases we can't be heard We remain in the darkness unseen

In the center of unpeeled bananas we exist uncolored by perception

Clothed to the naked eye

Five senses cannot sense the fact of our existence And that's the only fact

In fact there are no facts, fax me a fact and I'll telegram

I'll hologram, I'll telephone the Son Of Man and tell him he is done

Leave a message on his answering machine Telling him there are none

God and I are one

Times moon times star times sun

The factor is me, you remember me T slung amethyst rocks on Saturn blocks?

'Til I got caught up by Earthling cops

They wanted me for their army or whatever, picture me

I swirl like the wind tempting tomorrow to be today Tiptoing the fine line between everything and everything else

I am simply Saturn swirling sevenths through sooth

The sole living air of air and I, and, and all else follows

Reverberating the space inside of drum hollows Package and bottles and chips

And tomorrow then sold to the highest nigga

I swing from the tallest tree

Lynched by the lowest branches of me Praying that my physical will set me free

'Cause I'm afraid that all else is vanity

Mere language is profanity

I'd rather hum or have my soul tattooed to my tongue And let the scriptures be sung in gibberish

As words be simple fish in my soulquarium

And intellect can't swim so I stopped combing my mind

So my thoughts could lock I'm tired of trying to understand

Perceptions are mangled matted and knotted anyway

Life is more than what meets the eye and I

So elevate I to the third and even that *** seems absurd And your thoughts leave you third isolated

No man is an island but I often feel alone

So I find peace through OM