Once Upon A Time

Once Upon A Time

Once upon a time,

lived little men and women,
in touch with the divine,
or at least at the beginning.

Mother nature provided,
each and every need.
You would not believe your eyelids,
what you're about to read.

Their heads were filled with wonder,
their hearts were filled with bliss,
they knew not of numbers,
so nothing went amiss.

Saturated in love,
it seemed that love was in the air.
There was no need for drugs,
'cause we were already there.

No fear and no resistance,
perfect telepathy.
Their entire existence,
was to live in ecstasy.

There was nothing like this,
from birth they were born-free.
Made in Gods likeness,
the Universe was horny.

Even the fruit was sexy,
before it touched their luscious lips,
they were dripping wet,
just at the sight of it.

If plants could turn them on,
what could they do for each other?
Love making took them beyond,
themselves, and their lover.

Their bodies reached perfection,
they needed not wear any clothes.
A perpetual erection,
energetically arose.

Their faces were orgasmic,
just because they were alive,
the something tragic happened, 
and they saw the other side.

Thrown into the darkness,
forced into the cold.
They rapidly turned heartless,
degenerate and old.

Their chemistry, their make up,
got thrown out of zinc.
Now their job's to wake up,
from a multi generation wink.

God's little miracles,
searching for an answer,
so removed from their pinnacle,
or a happy ever after.

Divorced from the energy,
blocked out from the light.
Eden locked in a memory,
they hold onto so tight.

A natural catastrophe,

and everything went grey,
now virtual insanity,
is what we see today.

Gone was all the beauty,
they loved all so dear,
the birth of a horror movie,
and a psyche filled with fear.

Same species, different identity,
oh what have they become?
Disturbed, distorted mentally,
forgot that they are one.

A divine consciences system,

thrown down the drain,
and no-one wants to listen,
'cause they were consumed with pain.

The place that was abundant,
with all they could desire,
had just been made redundant,
and replaced by techno-fire.

They developed secret codes,
in order to get by,
with a feeling that they're owed,
and an army for every 'I'.

From one perpetual orgasm,
beyond imagination,
to one flocked up organism,
like an incarnate of Satan.

Madman in all his innocence,
madman is not to blame.
Imagine his predicament,
a dis-ease that makes him vain.

Living for a memory,
that is not a crime,
but their schizophrenic energy,
is way to0 out of line.

They fear their own death,
so they make things out of plastic.
This permanent sick mess,
is getting a little drastic.

They've restructured their brains,
with these things they call computers.
Fact is they're still insane,
but what hope is there for the future?

Let's be frank, they're in a coma,
and they worship the machine,
but will it be game over,
or will they return to the green?

Branded with a personality,
like an E.T. implantation,
but will they live the fallacy,
or come down from their space station?

But better than regret this,
would be to understand the root,
Bring back on the lettuce,
and bring back on the fruit.

The fruit that's been depleted,
to fuel their complex brains.
Perhaps they're not defeated,
after all the loss and pain.

Their vehicle so delicate,
their energy so subtle,
so even if they dedicate,
their life-time to this battle.

It's the greatest paradox,
they'll ever have to face.
Their minds are in a padlock,
because of the second face.

That's the beginning and the middle,
the question now is when,
will they decipher this riddle,
and find a happy end?