Within The Imperfection

 

Please let me voice,
one or two little notions,
so much human life,
Is jam packed with commotion.

The body is famished,
Our cupboards are bare.
The left brain is damaged,
Its frightened and scared.

Were desperately holding,
to a mind full of doubt.
Were not evolving,
Were dying out.

A mere crumb of our loaf,
Is in use cause were weak.
We're speaking of 'growth',
yet we're in a deep sleep.

Our race is insane,
That's a fact set in plaster,
But there's no-one to blame,
Were a natural disaster.

Yet, before we collapsed,
we used telepathy,
and we were in absolute,
ecstasy.

There was no need to speak,
Words weren't part of the deal.
There was nothing to teach,
We could act how we feel.

Life could be bliss,
Our experience Godly,
But to experience this,
We must be in our bodies.

There are various methods,
That help us regain,
Our original God self,
Even then were insane.

Our brain functions shriveled,
Machines are our crutch,
So as individuals,
We're well out of touch.

When we feel a fraction,
Or our original state,
Our small minds reaction,
Is LOOK, I'm awake.

We used to have access,
To all space and time,
Now our consciousness,
Only sees things in lines.

Use of psychedelics,

can show us a glimpse,

next day we forget it,

and our brain cells are minced.

The fact that we need,
A pipe or a bong,
or a pile of speed,
says that something is wrong.

We hit the rock bottom,
Then scrambled for subs,
Because we've forgotten,
How to truly make love.

We live by dates,
Silly numbers and names,
Because were dominated,
By dysfunctional brains.

So far from a fully-fledged,
Man with no fear.
We are being bullied,
By our left hemisphere.

Our brains like the kid,
In the playground who's weak.
Yet wants to look big,
So he gives you the beats. 

If you've got a cerebro,
And you've got a voice,
Then you've got and ego.
It isn't a choice.

Were all schizophrenics,
Not a limited few.
accept if you can feel it,
there is more hope for you.

The 'strangely behaving',
The artist, the poets.
These are the shaman,
They're schizos that know it.

This is my take,
On the whole human race.
Could I be more blatant,
And in your second face?

Jam packed with whys,
Excuse after excuse.
Mans full of lies,
but that's the lie and the truth.

Coz the truth is, we're bonkers,

we're out of our minds,

but if we truly want it,

we can reach the divine.

For sure it's not easy,

but if we look deep inside,

at first we'll feel queasy,

like a part of us died.

Patiently wait,

& when it starts re-emerging,

step forth through the gate,

feel the energy surging.

For many, it wont surface,

'til the point of our exits,

yet beyond the dermis,

if our skulls don't complex it.

And remember the 'other',

like a captive, trapped animal,

that you had to let go,

like a canister flammable.

Many choose death,

of the flesh, of the physical,

although this is an option,

why wait til it's critical?

To achieve this is rare,

first it feels like an entity,

but once you reside there,

you'll embrace your identity.

From the human with limits,

bound to skin and to bones,

when we step into our spirits,

in the flesh, we are home.

When we bypass the damage,

that's within our neurology,

put aside mental baggage,

deep within is a prodigy.

The mind like tower,

you've build up over lifetimes,

yet the heart like a flower,

insights so enlightened.

We all had it at birth,

and when we were youngsters,

when our pineal was bursting.

There's a star-child amongst us.

And we can go there today,

though it takes some re-training,

keep the stories at bay,

and just see what's remaining.

Beneath the delusions,

of the incessant psyche,

there is no confusion,

just a soul shining brightly.