PLANT TEACHER this fly this fly tracing circles in the sky today he flies around tomorrow he may die oh me! oh my! how a mortal man could cry for a fly's demise brings tears to my eyes... mmm, what's that scent? something smells so sweet could it be? yes it is! it's my guru's feet! Master! I couldn't help but notice your feet are shaped like lotus flowers i've been listening for hours to you speak what a treat to sit here at your feet if I had it my way I would put you on repeat pada pada pada master, you said that you could teach me to be free but nobody can teach me what it is to be me no lifeguard on duty no bound'ries in beauty if I had it my way if i had it my way...

BURIED IN THE SAND Now you know what it's like to have toes buried in the sand all the mysteries at hand but where's your hands? they're making patterns in the sand that your mind cannot properly understand you're a man with the world at his command a pharao won't you let you people go? NO! I won't let my people go we're getting ready for the show-down the land on which you land is a treasure made of sand yes, a treasure made of sand what a worthless, priceless treasure! what is the measure of the treasure? the measure of the treasure is mind MINE! leave it all behind... You're a hieroglyphics man what?! what?! you should prob'ly understand You're a hieroglyphics man what?! what?! you should prob'ly understand what the mountain has to say current channels on display let's display them here today Now you know what it's like to have toes buried in the sand all the mysteries at hand but where's your hands? they're making patterns in the sand that your mind cannot properly understand you're a man with the world at his command a pharao won't you let your people go...

STRANGE COMMUNICATION mermaids of the stream beckon me to dream alongside them to sea to lay my body down on their riverbed endlessly I cannot make such commit-amends their aquatic fantasy mesmerizes me beyond reality and I can't even tell am I alive or am I dead? I cannot stand such indifference... everything is turning in2 everything is turning in everything is turning in2 everything is turning in everything is turning in2 everything else everything swells everything everything is growing, glowing and knowing of me everything is growing, glowing and flowing to sea/see what will become of what we have been and what we are yet to be it started with you passed onto me branches in2 infinite possibility they radiate information (in formation) through immaculate vibrations such strange communication manipulates sensations viral simulations of the divine imagination they made you Up and brought you down they filled your cup and flood your crown beyond their web's geometry they flow their ebbs and plant a seed the flower of life encompassed me mycelial infinity that beamed me up and set me free deepArting thus, de-liberate-ly I could never paint infinity it would take 4 years or maybe 3 3-D a world of human invention praying for divine intervention guided by intension through alien dimensions between now and never in suspension everything is growing and glowing, flowing and showing how it's going out of style, here for just a little while dig in while it lasts, if it's not moving too fast or watch it streaming past, flowing home at last flowing back to sea, beautifully a beauty flood overflowing god, flooded, drenched in bliss make your final wishes, view your final visions, sleeping with the fishes sleeping with fishes and never making decisions so superstitious but they're so goddamn delicious now it's back to mediocrity 'cause we faced our own insanity and amidst the raving lunacy became heroes of our own mythology

IN-EFFECT-IF (PREMONITIONS) If my premonitions are correct the divine design is in-effect-if my premonitions are correct if my premonitions are correct the divine design is in effect IF my premonitions ARE correct the divine design is ineffective IF MY PREMONITIONS ARE CORRECT THE DIVINE DESIGN IS IN-EFFECT-IF! If my premonitions ARE correct my premonitions are the divine design If my premonitions are correct then we are all a display of the divine design I see you there these fleeting moments lay your ambitions and potential bare in such a way that you're heartly there the likes of you with love to spare

TELEPAPHONE My phony questions are answered by no phone and if you want to reach me you best phone h'ommmm 'cause the phones are getting smaller and the tales are getting taller soon for what it's worth chips implanted at our birth yes, implanted in our brains all reception will be human no more batteries to drain we will finally be true men again do you want me? just think of me you'll be instantly connected no more voicemail no more mailbox no more calls to be rejected My cell-phone is ringing off the hook I've a strong sense of cellphone and my mind's a cell-phonebook I've got cellular awareness and can't help but let you through because everything's connected as of old, so as of new send a message on the wind to my locational vibrations and my sylphone with deliver your immaculate sensations If you can't reach me at home reach me by telepaphone All is back to paranormal and you can't ignore my call 'cause ignorance outdated when we reversed the fall

IN-A/SCENT FRAGRANCES Nothing is betta than sitting with Meta plenty of sunshine for passing a lifetime while mr. mother-fucker keeps talking away, a ways away but Meta and I only hear what he doesn't say Now I'm walking with Meta smoking her cigarette-ahhhh watching the whole world unfurled in a smoke-swirl Now we come to our senses while the flower entrances us with-in-a/scent fragrances now it's back to saint Francis to the city at bay to talk to the animals and hear what they have to say They say "you couldn't be psychotic the very thought is idiotic you've got a gift you play upon a rift like a riff in a song and the whole world plays along" Don't stare into the sun, direct it's best if you the light deflect reflected in another's eyes you know the reason for the whys Why?! All knowledge of the sunlit well's contained within a flower's smell I'll pick the flowers for your hair like sun-drenched eyes that, scented, stare She drowned in the waters where the mystic swims So now we stay safely on the surface of thingsShe drowned in the waters on the surface of things