Jesse O'Hara
Indigo Kids.
JUNE 8 .
Energy is created and never lost with this here beat.
clean cuts and lean guts as i imagine fiends rust.
to belive in trust and god is us
if we leave the dust.
into stars and oceans ,moon and sun.
the room is left spunned, highly efficiently done.
rock this - if this doesent make sense to you.
as is everything left mysterious and repent,depended in truth.
to leave earth at least etherically for a moment.
that seams eternal
on record in life, present in force alone then.
if not, then risk is not to quit, this lifted existence that rots away.
please if you can relieve me of my lifes incomfort today.
theses sick toughts remain.
minded to get free from emancipation.
but lost in galaxys at their knees.
that my brain experiences itself intrisically.
subject to discussion around the table we came up with.
then lost in perfect perceptions of that nite,
where past was frozen in blocks of ice & useless within.
this parking lot was a perfect spot to get high on pot.
the cops arent at all aware.
that this prison we call here.
is shifted and palpable reactions of overeactions .
makes us both capable of deconstruction of madness.
then the cure is defined and created by the mind set
of time left inside the passion that it is an illusion.
my pills dont work at all, therefore, i dont need them.
my reality is shapen by my toughts creative or not.
words restrict then what i wanna say.
to whom is this written,
for then I wont obey.
laws written by men.
and under celestial self fufilling prophecies.
that I am suprising myself tonite,
to find awnsers to deeper question of philosophy.
global attroceties, garden of eden completely repaired.
mother nature shifts as well as the adult god.
teenager no more. who would have tought of this ?
lost in the matrix that can be beaten by desire of nothing.
there is nothing to do, to get the groove or move mountains.
with faith and never doubting. going with the flow from outside and within.
if everything is a dance of the subatomic love of logic.
then we the frequencies can tune in and tweek some outter lostness.
in a cave somewhere looking at my shadow.
across a mirror wich side am I on now ?
once in a purgatory.
tested upon.
the living flesh combined with eternal bliss
that is essentially fiction and reality augmented for love and light
both at the same time
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