Human existence spread its ancestral creed of philosophies significant to the primordial core’s radical metamorphosis of evolutionary dogma dictating messianic desiderata that captains Anthropoids’ ills of freewill which has forsaken fellow beings to an age of uncertainty, and to the insecure whims of an Illuminati’s gothic doctrine of mythical smoke and fables.
Tyrants fade with the passing of time, just as the constant current of flowing water erodes rock, turning it into minute grains of sand.
Shades of flashin’ neon ... blasting rays of surrealistic overgrowth block my sight of reality, impeding comprehension with sweet sticky stems blowin’ my mind to crawlin’ vertical heights flying skyward into a meltin’ sun as my essence is landlocked in anonymity while canes of acid glitter rock pick apart my thoughts with both burnin’ ends devouring my culture and song ... while the minstrel sings the executioner’s call on a gallows made of psychedelic bamboo.
Truth, liberty, justice, and the American Way are not just words, ’tis the spirit, birthright, honor, and the belief and faith of every citizen of these United States.
A canvas, once blank, now slowly evolves into an explosion burst of life which seeks an explanation for its existence.
The oil of vibrant colors drip effortlessly from an abstract brush held by a hand controlled by my mind deep in a meditative state absorbing the infinite Universe.
The brush strokes appear alien ... for ’tis the inner self escaping the bonds of normality to express the truth of human emotion bound by the status quo and conservative standard which dictates and drains human artistic freedom.
On the battlefields, slain brothers cry for vengeance to see justice heed woeful mothers’ plea ... for the suffering to end.
I’ve set sail for the long journey home ... through dark passages and uncharted waters. I’m just a Vestige of what once was ... flag-draped coffins making their way back with mortal remains of war’s final solution.
Sara, my love ... my breath, my life, my being. My air, my existence, my reason. My purpose, my sanity, my teasing. My faith, my hope, my season. My sight, my wisdom, my pleasing. My passion, my hate, my treason ... forever more, forever amore.
