"a fresh direction"

Touch my soul and my heart,
groove and then
merge with me..
No doubt or confusion,
let go of fear and
surge with me
for eternity
absorbed in absurdity
for ignoring the adoring aura
absorbing infinity.

"This is like a modern day hymn"
For the millennial masses,
So mixed up in madness
Sucked in the sadness,
it's a mad mess
Oh ye.

Still,
We're pieces of pure energy..
We drift and sift through strange sensory stimulations,
we search and scavage so senselessly
so defensively destructive towards the extensively exquisite land.

"A fresh direction"
Dance in the deep,
Seep in the sacred perception.
This is the part where
my words wander aimlessly,
A symbol of the soul,
so sublime and Divine.

"I'm not a mystic"
My behavior's ballistic, resistant,
One puff of herb gets me lit quick as I
swiftly slip away into the inner drama..
I won't find peace of mind dwelling on the trauma,
the main message is,
We can't debate the fate we've dealt ourselves,
"The mistake is to take without giving
from within"