i am prepared for amazing things to happen. i can handle it."
it begins with mystery as good stories begin. thinking about it again and again. it begins with promise as most journeys do. with a happy smile and a positive crew. it begins with a little bit of drama. a little teasing. bit by bit it starts releasing waves of energy into your body. into your senses. into your feelings. until you suddenly don't remember, can't remember, won't remember the reasons to which you've surrendered. rendered your whole life dismembered. fended the tendered cries to end it. don't pretend it. don't deny it. this has always been the agenda. falling through cracks into the divine. running through oceans, draining your spine. blowing through candy, flying through skies. burning through grasslands, bleeding your eyes. mushroom fields yield the wealth of nations while cacti trees disclose salvation. and if you ever get smacked then it's real hard to go back, be advised to always think. acid dreams like acid trips create the universe all in sync. worshipping the glowing sun: one for all and all for one.
i can see you looking at me with your scrutiny eyes. with no surprise. with that arrogant look the teacher has when you try to feed her lies. i can feel you thinking of me when i see you stare. as though i'm not there. reminding me that it's safer to not even dare. pretend to not care. life has never been about being fair. i can hear you whispering to me, shouting behind my back. rolling your ego side to side, discussing all i lack. i can sense as you begin to worry about the place i'm bound. about the world i've found. wondering when my road started to be round..
"oh it's a bad situation! it's a problem. i think he's got an addiction. his direction in fiction is forming an ugly depiction. exploration of new dimensions? finding the wealth of nations? foolish talks of salvation? it all sounds too haughty for common sense and ration. a blind passion for emotion. submission to seduction. always chasing an elation in everyday fixations. what he needs is more compassion. more direction. less attention to bad options. education. he needs to be free of questions. free of tension. he needs to take a bit more action. join a faction. begin to fit in with fasion. learn to embrace the institution. restitution of constitution. excercise a bit more patience. a lot more caution. easy on experimentation and careful with truth creation. more important than anything is the sober realization that all the glorification and happiness in artificial generation is the manifestation of these controling addictions."
i stop you mid-sentence to spit on your soul. stomp on your sermon sprawled on the floor. an addict who's had it with your ignorant lies. an innocent demon locked behind bars. you pounce on my wisdom with your natural high. demolish my meaning buried alive. you scrape at my logic with your doctrine of law. setting up boundries, borders and fences. doctors and nurses, preaching defences. teaching our children of evil substances. censored pretences. always ignoring the search for answers. moralizing the dogma of purging your questions. encouraging you to be virgins. propogating a culture of lies about natural highs and natural sighs. natural death and natural pain. natural misery, it's all the same. when i think of nature i think of beaches. endless oceans and mountainous reigons. i think about the evolution of copulation with its neverending list of features. the nervous system's creation. its reaction and flirtation with all the botanical creatures. artificial is christmas. years at school spent learning nonsense. artificial is the bible. sunday school and social labels. i stop you cold and pierce your brain with information. tatoo an everlasting impression on the forefront of your explorations. i may be crazy but my words make sense. i peer into your soul with a sick lense. nothing can change me it's you who needs change. breaking things down to re-think and rearrange.
and slowly it begins to fade. begins to die. descending back down from the sky. little by little order's restored. they're back in control of how things unfold. your creeping ego settles back in, replacing the real feelings within. and suddenly the everyday scene rushes in with joyless routine. but it won't be forever again. never again will evil win. i'll climb once more up to the peak, as high as i desire to seek. i'll fly again, i'll smoke the stem. i'll blow the dust. i'll drop the gem. i'll believe in you when you believe in me. take my hand and help me set you free.