Drunkenmess is like the turning tables of your childhood that you conviently forgot was good.

Regretably misbehave

you dig your own social grave.

and forgivness is only waiting from God.

Fascination has found his way down below my knees.

following me again

He does whatever you please.

Fortunate his body as my gulf of water.

Ignoring the gentle blows I have sent to his ears,

to his eyes

 

 

 

Every now and again

when time has run into today.

you can look above the stars and see your meaning,

the novel of your life

Fight for your life.

Fight for your freedom

 

 

If he is not shouting

then he is not here.

Cursive writing.

Crocodile tears.

And who to believe if I cant even believe the left side of my brain?

This is not a game.

The reality created for you

that is the game.

Don’t let them poison your daughters.

or you may be finding yourself soon with granddaughters.

with the absence of a father .

(The media is poisoning the children. They are told to be whores and killers and these whores and killers in turn reproduce their own offspring of whores and killers...and the whorish killing nation perpetuates into a larger  whorish killing nation until we all are selling ourselves and murdering our neighbors in the name of religion and morality. Don’t you see how we have been made into slaves? )

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

I wanted to be famous just like everyone else wanted to be famous
And I wanted to be pretty just like everyone else wanted to be pretty.
And so I drank 
I drank myself into a whore
I drank myself into a shame 
Into a shameful whore
I danced the dance of a million dancers
that use to go go dance at the place where I would go to dance
I am forever living in France 
haha
LIARS
Anyways I moved to New York
I felt New York
I am from New York
Im feeling New York
Haa
Crazy little games that we play with ourselves