We were new found hippies riding the trip of life. Spiraling out of control on the concepts of God, Energy and inter-relations of the world's many religions. Woe, man, woe. We need to take this slow, start from the top of our heads and work deeper until we reached those suppressed instincts of primal human need. Through our floundering in the dark we came to the conclusion that man creates God through anger, love and neutrality. That through the pull of our desires we move time and space. Molding these transparent emotions to something stronger then ourselves. This crazy web of life interlocking with the renewed spirits of the dead.Flapping our lips till we reach those high places that our four walled rooms can't contain.
Love, man, love what is this this crazy spiritual sticker of emotion? We are only children talking into the shadows of ideas that we can only begin to grasp. We are the pinnacle of our generation, slipping out our propaganda of connection to all things. If only others could grasp our genuisness then maybe just maybe that little boy on the streets of Iran wouldn't get shot through the head and his limp body kicked for the ravenous mother to eventually consume or pass from this world herself.
As the hours pass and time slips from blue to green to erotica we drift on the close of our suppressed anger. The government of sucking leeches drying us of our right to think, breath, live and laugh. Suffocating, we fall into our U.S issued pillows and dream of other dimensions where children like us don't exists.We smile only faintly into the night and her secrets. We are too small and she is too vast.
One sigh.
Woe, man, Woe.
Nena
1 comment:
"and time slips from blue to green to erotica"
Sweet, man. i can't hlep but wonder what conversation may have been the inspiration for this.
(ps - I love you.)
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