This pen stifles my thoughts
Are you conscious or not
My media is filled with bots and thots
I wanna scream but what would it mean to a world full of desensitized hope feinds?
Life on a screen doesn’t help me believe that I’ll ever be more than a prophet, with a lein on my soul. We will never ascend this hole if all we do is dig
dig
dig
I feel like I wanna
I feel like I wanna dig my head outta the sand and reach out my hand
Like a forgotten moment on the ceiling of the Sistine chapel
That moment we accepted the apple
Bite or not
Now it’s Bytes
We’re not going anywhere
Unless we regaint sight
But we’re frozen in fright over an offense that we pray against repetition at the first sight of daylight and if we are over achievers the again we repeat at night.
As I lay me down to sleep
I lay me down to sleep
The god I am because he lives in me is the same in you from me to you
The name of the source only you can give and if it’s different than mine that’s fine
“Namaste, kid”
I see you and I love you.
All of you because that’s the frequency we need
Tune in or tune out but you feel the wave. It’s connection we crave but not WiFi or web
“You feel me?” Is now just a token
Validation is the trade
Willing to be made by so many these days
What’s valid is love
that tribe from above
But as above so below
So don’t forget to respect the flow.
The ride is as long as you want it to be
We will never answer “yes” when you ask “are we there yet?”
Our moment of arrival is an earthly myth
For those to rise out of this primordial mist have gained a much greater gift.
Separation from the chrysalis that holds us in
A cocoon created with the belief in sin.
