Untimely Meditations

The fiery sun of my passions evaporates the love lakes of my soul
 clouds my thoughts and rains you into existence
 as I take flight on bolts of lighting
 claiming chaos as my concubine and you as my me
 I of the storm you of the sea
 we of the moon land of the free
 what have I done to deserve this?
 am I happy?
 happiness is a mediocre sin and for a middle-class existence
 I see through smiles and smell truth in the distance
 beyond one dimensional smiles and laughter
 lies our hereafter where tears echo laughter
 you'd have to do math to divide
 a smile by a tear times fear equals mere truth
 I simply delve in the air and if that's the case
 all I have to do is breathe and all else will follow
 that's why drums are hollow
 and I like drums drums are good but
 I can't think straight
 I lack the attention span to meditate
 my attention spans galaxies here and now are immense
 seconds are secular, moments are mine,
 self is illusion, music's divine
 noosed by the strings of Jimi's guitar I swing
 purple hazed pendulum hypnotizing the part of I that never dies
 look into my eyes are the windows of the soul
 it's fried chicken collies and cornbread
 it's corn milk flour sour cream eggs and oil
 it's the stolen blood of the earth
 used to make cars run and kill the fish
 who me? I play scales
 the scales of dead fish of oil slicked seas
 my sister blows wind through the hollows of fallen trees
 and we are the echoes of eternity
 echoes of eternity
 echoes of eternity
 maybe you heard of us
 we do rebirths, revolts and resurrections
 we threw basement parties in pyramids
 I left my tag on the wall
 the beats would echo off the stone
 and solidify into the form of light bulbs
 destined to light up the heads of future generations
 they're releasing it up in the form of ohm
 maybe you heard of us
 if not then you must be trying to hear us
 and in such cases we can't be heard
 we remain in the darkness unseen
 in the center of unpeeled bananas we exist uncolored by perception
 clothed to the naked eye
 five senses cannot sense the fact of our existence
 and that's the only fact
 in fact there are no facts
 fax me a fact
 and I'll telegram I'll hologram I'll telephone the son of man
 and tell him he is done
 leave a message on his answering machine
 telling him there are none
 god and I are one
 times moon times star times sun
 the factor is me, you remember me
 I slung amethyst rocks on Saturn blocks
 'til I got caught up by earthling cops
 they wanted me for their army or whatever
 picture me, I swirl like the wind
 tempting tomorrow to be today
 tiptoeing the fine line between everything and everything else
 I am simply Saturn swirling sevenths through sooth
 the sole living heir of air
 and I (inhale) and (exhale) and all else follows
 reverberating the space inside of drum hollows
 package and bottles and chips and tomorrow
 then sold to the highest nigga
 I swing from the tallest tree
 lynched by the lowest branches of me
 praying that my physical will set me free
 cause I'm afraid that all else is vanity
 mere language is profanity
 I'd rather hum
 or have my soul tattooed to my tongue
 and let the scriptures be sung in gibberish
 as words be simple fish in my soulquarium
 and intellect can't swim
 so I stopped combing my mind so my thoughts could lock
 I'm tired of trying to understand
 perceptions are mangled matted and knotted anyway
 life is more than what meets the eye and I
 so elevate I to the third but even that shit seems absurd
 and your thoughts leave you third eye-solated
 no man is an island but I often feel alone
 so I find peace through OM