Mornings / I slept with doves / soaring / the depth above. / At night I explored / the world on a tour. / In heaven no one’s bored. / At noon or maybe 4 / the snooze button‘s ignored. / The booze glutton in store. / The muse muffin and whore’s / opening up the door. / She’s coming back from the store with cigarette breath allure. / She wants to fuck on the floor. She’s moaning needing more. She’s groaning seeking cure, / but I’m sick to the core / and I’ve had it with this chore. / I wanna fall back awake. / Back to that altered state. / I look at her feeling hate / cuz the her I like it fake, / but realer to me. Debate. / If dreams are real then what’s awake? / The drugs induce a sleep / and I’m back on Golden streets / tickling her feet. / Basking in her smile / for at least a little while. / For just a little while. / WAKE UP! What I dream of her could never be imagined. Let me sleep, let me sleep…. So I can walk that earth with my companion. Let me sleep, let me sleep…. A hovel with her heaven or hellish mansion. Let me sleep, let me sleep… A blind date with deaths cousin interaction Wake up! Mornings / I slept with doves / Soaring / the depth above. / At night I evolved. / Reality dissolved. / She’s no longer flawed. / Transforming from a broad / in to perceptions so broad / you can tell she’s been abroad. / She’s so hip. She’s it. / I see the aura she emits. / Smaller ass and bigger tits. / An apparition in the mist. / A woman who doesn’t don’t exist, / but the relationship persists. / Thoughts come as my eyes try to fight the heaviness. / Why does the sun insist? / Each ray that visits / hits like a fist disturbing my bliss. / Now that I’m awake I’m pissed. / Reality is difficult and my dreams only serve as instigation to be more cynical. / Nothing but loveless kisses from sleepwalkers. It’s mythical. My kinda typical. WAKE UP!

What if one night I died in a dream And rose in a beam Sequestered by beings That took my spirit and flew from the scene What if I lost my way Trying to recover that day Was it at the end of May Who do I talk to and what will I say I can’t even look at myself (can’t, can’t) Can’t look at my self Not good for my health When I rant rant Nobody will listen Everybody gone fishing And that’s that I still see everyone of their eyes Front and back back I slowly regain The loneliest pain I’m a rat trapped I’m going insane Crossing over this plane Through the crack Jack Sounds of ringing and rain Start calling my name Submit tap tap Now I’m feeling the shame I forgot my own name Off the map map I’m losing my claim Reality bane Need a nap nap I lay down my head I’m seeing it red Now I’m counting threads I miss my beds Heard what they said Saw what they said Inverted I’m dead

In the mixture / been a fixture / to the land where you can extract elixir / A truth serum / So many fear em / Out of body experience is the theorem / it’s a dream state / It’s a clean slate / Something that shows the truth behind what always seemed fake / They say I need it / I had to read it / To face depression is the only way that I can beat it / Witch or warlock / follow the peacock / through the opening with stars carved in the bedrock / I know my way here / already stayed here / I saw the mantle of the earth when I laid here / A smokey god laughs / whenever there’s a draft / The winds signify a change will now come to pass / Open eye now / On the ride now / to the inner where there’s a glimmer of a sinner bowed / Still bowing / No crowning / No crowding / Heart pounding / No doubting / Just bowing / Just bowing / Just ... / Oxygen / Breathe it in / Let it go / Breathe it all in / Now I’m falling’ / back to earth with a renewal of my calling’ / I hear the chants now / and now I’m back down / in the jungle on the humble I can trap sound / I keep it close by / where the rose died / my reptilian brain pops like a corn fry / In the storms eye / where the born die / There’s ladders puncturing the clouds when my soul flies / I will rise I will rise out cenizas / Laying low laying low to feel la Brisa / A Holy Spirit that pre-existed la misa / Mother Nature is a dime and you should keep her / Nothing else to do but laugh at the reaper / Death becomes us all / Deja la prisa / Deja la prisa y realiza / Te enseño mas pero se me acabó la ... /