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Alien, self-hypnotic self-image imagined, Space travel Manifest in latent dreams Freudian schemes to dull the masses Boys skipping classes Searching for those asses To pay for gas 'cus
Women take over As one in one-hundred Overcome the boulders Of young martial artists Trying to make sense of this
Daily reincarnation called life Bubbles of bliss popped by strife Too many distractions No time for books
Look to the streets for action Look to the streets for action
Microcosmic circular philosophies Stilling minds like weed Homeless peaceful gurus in the street Preaching confusion Perspectives you knew when Life was idealistic You didn't worry about death or money
Bet you never expected this... Bet you never expected this
Politics Enough of this smell of Deteriorating DNA Brainwashing leaders Trampling free thinkers who Love their moms Listen to men with hairs that's gray Live day by day Couldn't care less about how much They get paid Creators and artists Come to terms With your personal reincarnation Organize; learn to serve our small nation Of futuristic, conscious communists Find those compatriots
Soul mates we use to call friends Soul mates we use to call friends
Flower Childs Past angels now too tired to relate With their children All we see is soulless villains Bad dreams sparked by Met amphetamines Recovering dope fiends Chemistry degrees actualized in Corporate pharmaceutical Entrepreneurial schemes
More drugs we don't need More drugs we don't need
Medicinal Hippocratic oaths Broken every day Unborn children and Unwanted sectarians euthanized Their bodies remain to decay
Souls lift for a new place to stay Souls lift for a new place to stay
A dead child in the eyes of science One less aggregate of Organic compounds String theoretical reductions Within the confines Of the precisions of our instruments Nearly perfect Sent to death like Jesus of Nazareth.
Mystical, self not external actualization Climbing Maslow's pyramid Deep-breathing yogic metabolic acidosis Excessive oxygen similar to acid doses We took before a kiss Beyond any religious bliss Better than feeling five nun's tits Like eating fattening ice cream Without regrets
Can you rap better than this Can you rap better than this?
Old flatulents step aside Find somewhere to hide As the next generation Of extended late-adolescent College-educated technicians Braids in hair Hide their new genius exponential Implications of E=mc2
Eighty miles per hour On my way to Vegas Break the banks Thank goodness for the Eigenvector matrix Meditations to put minds on the Positive side of MIT Probabilistic computations
Spiritual, non-logical phenomena Like HMOs paying for the Relaxation response Lowered hypertension without drugs A little more exercise and family hugs Too many antibiotics Prescribed, imbibed Now we fight a new tribe of Parasites Spirochetes that bite in order to survive Do God's work, keep the balance and Take a few lives
Party scene, after the party After all the variety Big tits and Ferraris Of rich dads buying Range Rovers And bitches nice hats In Texas maybe, but not in L.A. Here it's all about "Shaddy's get'n paid Rap'n 'bout guns and broads
Non-classically educated composers Get single Ph.D.s Call themselves doctors but They're just posers Pay a few girls to stand for pictures All hose with too much Niquil, no-dose Crack cocaine up their nose
Daddy's genetic gifts indecently exposed Phenotypes of lesser Gods Some need the money Others just judge in boredom They need more pause
Drive'n through Wilshire Boulevard Praising at least five different gods The tracks bumping in my car Yet to be released Soon all will know Why Patience is a virtue
It gets you though all Those times you need to As for a helping hand Nice people Carol King telling you Friends will understand
Friends, they stab you in the back Trade you in for a hit of crack Anything to cough up this Nagging, hackneyed crap Caught in our collective lungs
It's called existence Better for most not to know this Indeed, ignorance is bliss Before I learned there may be No end to it No more fairy tale endings No more frogs turning into a Prince.
The moon is bright tonight You like astrology Spend with me three minutes Not dollars for soothing liquor
I have your cure
Mimicking the elderly Walk with me and feign peace Distinguish suffering from pain And gain insight
The bright light projects North South West and East A crown of invisible destinations Royalty leaves messages Pyramids and empires
From necessity
Six degrees of separation My corpus colossal river Moves oxygen and water World peace, one mind at a time
Genetic diversity I seek Accept your greatness Don't waist my time
Accept your greatness Don't waist my time
Voices of left-handed voices Think and grow rich Think, Think! Think!! Think!!! Grow, Grow! Grow!! Grow!!! Rich damn it!!!
A rich bitch, I ignored her Like an expensive car Too much grooming at dog shows Ruins my enjoyment of nature
Back to the lecture...
Conjectures of financial greed Spiritual speedy seeds Decaying from unuse
The misuse of language And time I love attention
Binding myself to the Ephemeral flesh of friends Bad credit, negativity, disloyalty
My blood boils to teach Forever in an endless see of Silent listeners
There is an intimacy in books The transmission of spirits Eternally preserved To rest my mind from confusion
Logic, extrapolations of Behavioral modification You look just like me A sea of point-like singularities Energies bouncing off intentionality
Prescriptions:
Be courteous, honest, determined, Disciplined, loving Dance, learn, create, imagine, Dream, seek discomfort Relax, breath, read this again And call me in the morning
Wow, I have the urge to become! a poet Maybe just recollect Those past fancies and moments of clarity
Wow, I am now in a state of free thought The sun has set Please enjoy while I clear my mind
It seems such a selfish thought that the latent contents of my subconscious could benefit any reader. The bookstore is full of ideas Science - my favorite section Darwin, Genetics, website programming and who's the richest man this year.
I'm a yogi - nothing has changed in human consciousness -That's what I like to explore. Here another urge share the contents. to connect - but the sounds ring in space and diminish. Sweet ephemeral materials and experiences in this life entertaining.
I am researching the famous ones People, archetypes around which to mold my future self-image Karma! Oh this urge to act.
Keats and Fitzgerald, Beethoven and Thelonius Monk -The Jazz, Books, old thoughts lost upon future generations. They call this evolution: Man's capacity to spend more time concerned about society and friends while entropy envelops our minds.
I know I've lost my reader - such is the consequence of selfish journaling. This is not poetry, it's a "stream of consciousness" [laugh]
I will print my past works, place them in a beautiful book to appease myself and reconnect with a purpose.
Would you read my poetry? Aloud or silently
Giving thanks for community creativity Giving thanks for opportunity the open mind Giving thanks for the simple for nature Giving thanks for woman and man Giving thanks for yes no and maybe.
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