Hyperreality

(collab of Hey-Zeus and Prophet)


Like a mongoose
Prepping for a flightless
Landing the drink takes
A spill down the road windy

The path taken
through the brush,
what a rush
this adventure is,

Back and forth
Like Texas toast all
Beer no froth

lost in the suds,
Cows chewing cud
Pigs wallow in mud
Smoke this bud with me
Bud-E
Buddy

Crazed endeavor belligerent
Sent Mendel everyplace
Vaping my cares away

Just don't waste the case on your face
Kneel down and pray

Mist exhaled
don't cower little flower
we all have to burn
at some time

Vapors taper off
into the air
don't care
it's not my affair

A volcano
erupts upon a balloon
sending the traveler's hurdling

Battery
went funky
& my charger's
super jacked

Super jacked curdled hurdled
the milk spilt smells
hella snarled
Freaking devices

Lava flows to meet the village,
to pillage with flaming liquid hellfire,
Don't transpire to wait at your estate,
or it will be Too late

Devices, these vices oh the prices
of my vanity and my sanity,
bleeding on the floor,
I pick myself up and
ask for more.
Drink from the cup, and
open the door
of perceptions and
possible introspections,
Lost in the babbling chatter
of the buzz of the world

Cheesy Cottage
Rotten Culture,
Cured And
Aged
Beyond Perfection

This bar stool
is
taking me places

What kinda places…?

Places only the spirits
within this bottle
speaking in tongues
know for certain
all I know
is
the wait
is gonna burn
something sinister

This room is most likely
haunted

Smoking a bit
of the sacred herb
now
You know
those psychedelic tinges
that you're super lucid?
Like everything is SO clear....
You know
that's when you're fucked up
The facade of faux normalcy

Hyperreality

Gonna Pack a mixed bowl next
Not gonna do Extract tonight
Knocks me too far out
I only do that ceremonially anymore
I'm feeling the prickle shivers
of the parting dimensions
But it's subtle. It's kinda nice

The chill in the air
adds to the experience

It's so like waking life
is wrapped (warped)
up in a smokeable substance.

The Holy words (works)
and thoughts
that create every moment that is
Every simple movement,
a variation in thought or concept
Every simple thought,
a variation in creation

Trails upon trails upon trails

This convergence
will be an important one

Well, it’s when it all
comes together
in this moment

When each moment
that is now
spells itself
and its creation
before your very mortal eyes

Cries
whiplash-ing
through vines
spangled in jest

A chance to glimpse
the pure lines of energy
beyond
what we call
enlightenment