Ode to Meher Baba + Demon Semen
Ode to Meher
we exist as God's imagination
and as such we expand, the more variables we incorporate into
the collective experience of being us
we move about exploring the illusion, denying truth's oneness
and live the conclusion that we die, as we are reminded that what begins also ends
it's all pretend
to think of time as having either a start or a finish
we need to theorize the existense of the pretense of either
time is a tool for disguising the truth in it's veil
sleeping inhabitant must not be disturbed
and the stressed we cause it during it's slumber
brings disaster to our land
and we understand it as real
so we deal with the dead in our atomosphere
to serve as a hint toward truth
mistakes are made as proof
of consequence thus,
whatever happens depends on it's judgement as just
and in us we appeal to all crazies as anything other than amazing
to cherish our ideals of sanity
what's normal is right and all else is removed
but what's normal varies from continent to country to city to neighborhood to house to individual
the prominent coming of with the labor of good is getting put at a loss as the penndulem
has stopped swinging, the mommentum of the tide as ceased creeping forward
we grow to know ourselves as whole as potential might allow
we cover the seams of our fabric with fiction to prepel ourselves into our ideals
so we might live within our dreams.
when God awakens we are all temporarily shut down and put into our own trances of sleep
tracing the passages deep we find need to approach new discoveries and experiences needed
to grow to fufil the mind of the true rester
and it's beauty rest that creates the beauty and it's confusion and competition that retains the
anxeity but in order for the contrast to be understood by it's envisioned mind
the variety in the world needs to exist as everything needs to exist as it does
to accelerate the confirmation of the visions our kind designs to have itself work
the longer we live, the more we will come to believe, and we make up the illusion,
but not alone, together we are the divine as an encompassing show of the kindness
in the blindness of a mind tuned to recieve vibrations in the airwaves
that I hereby name: We.
demon steamin into semen
man-i-fested and festered into devil flesh
pressed DeIscovered messed crossed tested creamin'
nets n webs Seattle said we as is in the same
facin' change and what we do to eachother is felt
in a way that is self
discovered Ego I Me
these neccesities, essential double tounge way to say
Idential concepts are unfounded in the dumbfounded
rounded out pride we feel as alive children consuming
death and stress in a fight to flee
treated as not me even as still a precious aspect of we
leave these truths to be self-approving
the light in the sky is the sun that we move around
accepting that the ground we're on is in space
we're leaving traces through the void, filling time to destroy to create
what was made before us, before my grandmother valentina, before my ancestor eve
before the apes that evolved to make us believe we're great
before the drugs in the ground that had us believe we was that way
before the bacteria
before the mirrors
before the atoms
before adam... before the potential of these thoughts were made up
recycled through the channels and passages in the annals.
the organic fabric in my skin is only bonded by temporary adhesive
in the future it will unscrew, deglue and return to the un-me ness which switch will
still be me
crack the glass that seperates the concepts
how else can we might make love with our minds
try to illeviate the stress, you will find peace within begin to manifest itself
as your involution begins to spill and seep out into the deep abyss of your will
free that, fully... not as an assumed gesture
and share the pleasure you experience with the flesh exterior,
kiss the spirit, blow it into the wind, and finally fly away.
we exist as God's imagination
and as such we expand, the more variables we incorporate into
the collective experience of being us
we move about exploring the illusion, denying truth's oneness
and live the conclusion that we die, as we are reminded that what begins also ends
it's all pretend
to think of time as having either a start or a finish
we need to theorize the existense of the pretense of either
time is a tool for disguising the truth in it's veil
sleeping inhabitant must not be disturbed
and the stressed we cause it during it's slumber
brings disaster to our land
and we understand it as real
so we deal with the dead in our atomosphere
to serve as a hint toward truth
mistakes are made as proof
of consequence thus,
whatever happens depends on it's judgement as just
and in us we appeal to all crazies as anything other than amazing
to cherish our ideals of sanity
what's normal is right and all else is removed
but what's normal varies from continent to country to city to neighborhood to house to individual
the prominent coming of with the labor of good is getting put at a loss as the penndulem
has stopped swinging, the mommentum of the tide as ceased creeping forward
we grow to know ourselves as whole as potential might allow
we cover the seams of our fabric with fiction to prepel ourselves into our ideals
so we might live within our dreams.
when God awakens we are all temporarily shut down and put into our own trances of sleep
tracing the passages deep we find need to approach new discoveries and experiences needed
to grow to fufil the mind of the true rester
and it's beauty rest that creates the beauty and it's confusion and competition that retains the
anxeity but in order for the contrast to be understood by it's envisioned mind
the variety in the world needs to exist as everything needs to exist as it does
to accelerate the confirmation of the visions our kind designs to have itself work
the longer we live, the more we will come to believe, and we make up the illusion,
but not alone, together we are the divine as an encompassing show of the kindness
in the blindness of a mind tuned to recieve vibrations in the airwaves
that I hereby name: We.
demon steamin into semen
man-i-fested and festered into devil flesh
pressed DeIscovered messed crossed tested creamin'
nets n webs Seattle said we as is in the same
facin' change and what we do to eachother is felt
in a way that is self
discovered Ego I Me
these neccesities, essential double tounge way to say
Idential concepts are unfounded in the dumbfounded
rounded out pride we feel as alive children consuming
death and stress in a fight to flee
treated as not me even as still a precious aspect of we
leave these truths to be self-approving
the light in the sky is the sun that we move around
accepting that the ground we're on is in space
we're leaving traces through the void, filling time to destroy to create
what was made before us, before my grandmother valentina, before my ancestor eve
before the apes that evolved to make us believe we're great
before the drugs in the ground that had us believe we was that way
before the bacteria
before the mirrors
before the atoms
before adam... before the potential of these thoughts were made up
recycled through the channels and passages in the annals.
the organic fabric in my skin is only bonded by temporary adhesive
in the future it will unscrew, deglue and return to the un-me ness which switch will
still be me
crack the glass that seperates the concepts
how else can we might make love with our minds
try to illeviate the stress, you will find peace within begin to manifest itself
as your involution begins to spill and seep out into the deep abyss of your will
free that, fully... not as an assumed gesture
and share the pleasure you experience with the flesh exterior,
kiss the spirit, blow it into the wind, and finally fly away.