Shatter the matter

Break the fake

The things you own

Are your past mistakes

Elate yourself

From the shelves

Of glossy magazine covers

Begging to be bought, like you

Advertise her theighs

Since they know that our sex cells

Are multiplying faster than our intel

I got a front row seat

to the distraction attraction

and my mind is having a mental erection

Vying for more Viagra

Doing summer saults in the Springtime

Falling back(words) into Winter

to freeze the emptiness that I feel in the

Sum (err…)

of my Soul

I feel secure

in knowing that I’m

insular

For my I(land)

is my land

And my eyes circumcise

The reality of my being

Cosmic consciousness sitting idle

In a car eat car wash world

But you have a hybrid

You say

You’ve gone green

Haven’t we all

Green as the grass

Of mother natures past

Green as the womb of her flesh

And our doom,

colored the same,

that we’ve created by fucking her

Raping her, taking and breaking her for our

Own so called gains

The blood that runs through our veins

does not

It merely walks

Her blood runs

eternal

But I’m dying now

and I is a witness to this magnificent murder

I’m tripping up the stairway of heaven

Or something like it

As a phoenix fellate the fates of mates

And stars are just crashing cars whose eternal luminescence is the very essence of our souls

Our planet is immaterial yet maters more than well ever know

Mother nature is pissed

Since we’ve raped her, slow

Death stains the window panes

Of suburban household dreams

And college degrees hanging on the walls

Heat up the home for free

I have paid an institution a lump sum

To change my intuitions in chunks, son

And your son has too

Progress is progressing ever slower

It’s depressing

Congress hears the voices of synthetic heroes

Juiced up , dried up , un confessing

For home runs illuminate the Sun

Of our guns

Swinging corked bats at pork fat to prove

That I still got

Some

Balls

Fans blow

Fans blow them nightly

Price of admission

Is a blow job

And they’ll come for you

If you champion for the right

For an overpriced hot dog

I walk mine nightly and pick

Up rabbit sized

Shits

Is there a God?

Tag

Your

It

Breath is a chance to realize

The endless dance of life

Each one is a tap

dance on the floor in the home

Of your unconscious identity

So leggo

Your ego

It never tasted too great

With or without syrup

Images are what you see

And what you’ve become

To see yourself as

An extension of images

Of others and of your own

Imperfect perception

Of their imagined thoughts

Of you

Shit, that’s a load

Dump it off and

Plug into your minds port

O potty

Life is a constant party

That is happening all around you

Yet you act like

You never got the invitation

Yet the invitation

Is in your mind

You just need to open up your third eye to

R

S

V

P(undarika)

Your I

can see clearly

now that

the rain

is

gone