The other night I met God again
and all of my friends from back home in the promise land.
They arrived the moment I announced my feelings of loneliness
And my wanting to gather with them
for the purpose of discussing
purpose.
They stood on each side of me forming a circle.
I clasped my hands together and fell into their knowledge, their confidence of rebirth
promising to share with my brothers and sisters.
Belong to no one but myself
Wish
Could have stopped to think
Instead
Could have kept on going
Oh no, it’s just this song
That is putting me in that mood
That mood that rearranges my attitude
Towards myself and thinking of giving others a shot
Drift away if only for a little pot
Don’t even understand the thousands of promises made per second
But
Know somewhere
Some will stick
And then the rest can click
Talking the talk
Without knowing the walk
Past, Present, and Future,
And all of it is now.
No matter where I stand
Sit down
I am going to wear my crown
Let mother take care of it
Mother is taking care of it
Baby go watch your television screen there is nothing to be seen here
No need to speak
Just listen
Process
Promise
To study religion
And friendship
And followers
Past lives
Going to Christ
Going into Christ
Who is Christ?
Where does he live and why am I not there with him?
This is real
This is always fantastically real
Fantasies
Overseas
Down to your knees
All of these
Recordings
There for you
There for you
There for you
To flow
To flower
To blossom
To bloom
Followers
Friendship
And poetry
Living life
Friends
The words opening in my brain
And I am forever yours
To finger
To figure
To fluctuate
To function
Form
You fucking sinner
And all you’re fucking sinner hats
All you stupid fucking sinners
I’m not angry at you because I am you
And I have lived through everything that you have been through
And you think that you’re unique and I am actually older than you
Your lies may be cumulatively more then mine
But I promise that I am older then you
And I can show you the doors that I have opened
If you would just follow
But you’re blind
You want to stay blind
You’re scared
You don’t want to knock on anyone’s door
You have no soul
No soul
To lend
To the drug dealers
The drug dealers have stopped you
The drug dealers have stopped everyone
That’s fake
All of it is fake
That cocaine
That booze
Heroin
Its all fake
Its not creativity
GO TO THE EARTH
Open the doors to earth
There is spirit
There is a mind
There is a heart
There is you
Love you
Listen to yourself
Love yourself
Be yourself
Congratulate yourself we are here together
Practice meditation
Practice living
Visuals
Visuals
Visuals
I read this
You read this
Influence
Inspiration
Dancers
Visuals
Life
Music
Power
Creativity
Friendship
Forgiveness
Formability
Please
Poetry
God
If you are god
Please god if you are there
Please help me to share
Please help me to share god
If you are god of the gods
Where do gods live?
In god land
