[Move with me through the days and the times
And the hearts and the minds getting lost in these rhymes
With the beats and the rays of the sun
Shining down as the end comes around]
Embodiment of enchantment like shining bodies, flowing dresses dancing in advancement
Amongst dark skies are seen stars from river-side benches of your urban avalanche
As roaring mechanisms travel from nowhere to no where to we don't know where
What and why to know it
Smoking poetry smeared on street signs indicating direction
As graffiti communicates universally on these old walls
Built long after pharaohs and masters mastered plastic clashes of disaster unfolding rapture
Covered by plaster over store front glass windows
Unseen intricate business of false blissfulness
New forms of congruent influence from teachers to students
To prude movements within the fluids of cruelness
The makers of money time faith and hope with popes hung on ropes
Crusades of calls from lyrical parades
Gridded masses in formation making information
Potions bring an unmoved focus to grey buildings whose windows become the sun
Shining in sweat weather we are closer than ever forever
Pigeons’ wings fester in hazed air as strangers cry on pavement loosely hugging Earth
We can somehow hold fabrications of perception
Drunk on what's coming and we're sober on what's ended
Causes best left undefended become apprehended
As crowds gather naked to each other in these fields
Opening mouths, voices shatter odes to corruption
Disordering lords of rings might just make these birds sing
As instruments are composing, natural communication
Squirrels are hiding in trees and bees are disappearing
And beer is brewing in a stomach of effort
Levitating inches over bridge sides, glimpses of introspection
Retrospective reflection
Mercury retrograde in a flawless waltz
Rhythms, Pulses engulfment’s
The place where all points converge is unspoken by words
Goddesses made infinite because every woman is one
In compilations of postulated denial
Platues of ignorance, flowers de-blossomed back to our fallen bottom of difference
Learning to see spots blinded by spiritual minded refinement finding alignment in a radical climate
And I'm still grabbing on the crotch of my song
Substances synthesized on a wire high strung
Jumping, jumping, jumping
Landing to the return of silent togetherness
Stories told by wisdom blinded by schematic practice
Average manuscripts documenting unfolding events
Simultaneous paradigms of multiple layers
Major lasers frayed at the seems of our dreams
Articulating slow moving destinies like traffic lights
Are regulators of habit
Cycles break into walls of imagination
Turning walls of expression to lowly levels and tones
Culture explodes like a balloon popped by the search for salvation
At the same time as numbers replace names like seasons change
credits
from New Eyes,
released June 21, 2011
Technicolor Lenses 2010