Psychoscience of Ego Tripping to Road God in a Depraved Country
Where there is science
Needs there be a God?
And where there is a society
Needs there be anymore morality?
In the Ferris wheel world we live in
Colored with its multispectral picturesque pigmentation's
I sit upon a pondering observation, but really more of a sweeping generalization and an inherited love to gloomily complain
Hear me out...
We fail to appreciate daily the vividness of the objects we sit in
Desensitized to the tones of which has become as dull as construction paper, as once the preschooler played with
Our spirits and minds are wound up tightly around the coils of our own human concoction
Anxious for the mail to come, for the bus to arrive
Underpaid, overtaxed, and sleep deprived
We drag around and about our fleshy imprintations, flashing our traits and genetic mutations, all of which are being put to the test to withstand our cognitive humiliations
How are we tolerant of such daily lackluster regime?
And judgment, of media-influenced communicative speculations
A practice preached that reads a voice but bears no face to be seen
What such quality is of this reality and who holds their own responsibilities?
Mother Earth has inhabited the chaotic to be neurotic, and quite obscene!
On top of volcanic proportions
A mountain of material (a hoarders dream)
And accomplished occult leaders scheme!
How we have nurtured the delusions of every man that he can become his soda can dream
With such ignorance and little logic
Have we succumbed to the abrasive winds and radioactive rain
“Keep the windows down!” and let it drizzle on our laminated brains.
Could this have caused a chemical reaction that makes us more susceptible to radical lies then to radical change?
We might be on the outside looking in
But this, we quickly forget.
And look the other way, with stiff necks.
Ignoring how we are spiritually in debt
And harvesting the last of our rights
In attempt to claim back what we sacrificed
Operating under the illusions of lights
To encourage big wealth and bad behavior
We don't want to see what is across the street, so we buy curtains
Why do you not want to know your neighbors?
An escaped sigh and frustration with an acceptance of my own selfish self-preservation
Leave my now municipal water filled mouth
So, I turn the spoon in my cup and with my other hand place my chin on its palm and ask
“what is this.....egocentric life for?”
I think its a boring realism
That ages us
Seduces into the four corners of “sins.”
Are these universal laws here to trick us or to expose us?
To a greater-seeing eye
For what does it want to see?
A breakdown in our humanity
To understand our man-made theories
Perhaps to aid our humilities
Is it magic?
Are these alien galactic therapeutic tactics
Placed on us in hopes to soothe our inevitable Big Bang births from infection
To prevent our destinies from being swallowed into nothing
As if nothing wasn't something!
To the jaded skeptical youth
To the optimistic blonde-haired indigo children
They may question alike
A demand to understand
The intricate properties of this tangible, triangular, prismatic life
Are we grabbing onto the dark side of light with helping hands of an infinite proportion; so hot, so magnificently bright
To which we abide to in the middle of the night?
In sleep we are pulled by the gravitational waves, washing into each other's consciousness
Partaking in kaleidoscopic dances with one another, some of which include prophetic plays
It is a curious subject, dreams and astral flight
I know I tried to journal my brains leak of DMT's cosmic sights
While on the bed, I am barely breathing
All for the promise of a nirvanal high
Nervous of the unknown, now I am heaving
But the love for this quest is crucial, and intrinsic
There are explanations beyond scientific expectations
To the inner truth
There are minds-not at rest
That work hard to comprehend and untangle the complex puzzles of our research analysis
Sometimes discovered while sitting next to your father-in-law, in a lawn chair, under the moon
And to contribute, as a double-blind study, when I can
I will drink the earths brew
The decision to lay down thereafter I will pursue.
My ego picture will surely be a substance made up of a black mucoid clay
Reminiscent of a View-Master that sat out for months in the rain
And thus, after such devotion to my own philosophies
And being the subject of my own hypothesis
I can say that the last nesting doll is inside of the same one
We are inadvertently polishing the rocks for evolution
Expanding and contracting, as one passes another awakens
I find myself subconsciously altered in a realm that could be parallel to this one while under the influence of a Guidant kind
And may I have the credibility as the right to explain
Could you accept my trip to another plane?