It Never Lies

It never lies.

The light flies through the body and throughout

the skies,

The magic within,

The flying snake rising through the scars between the stars,

Between the highs, between the lows,

attention goes -

And truth be told

Gotta let it unfold,

The unfolding of the spectrum of measurable light

Got too many projects in flight, gotta focus on what’s right

London’s the gift and London’s the plight.

Beneath the cobbled streets, the boys play with the beats,

taking five on the sidewalk, the trumpet resigns...

Break. break.

You can lose it all in the city -

a million thousand lights shining when the sun is not.

Distraction. Distraction. Distraction.

The twisted knots of perception can’t see above the clouds

Replacing the sun with soundz

The clouds with puffin’ roundz,

The mystic smoke rising,

Ondulating through the misty sky,

The moon says 'hi', the energy’s rising...

What is bliss? Maybe it’s the fire in front of my eyes...

Channeled up through the festering eyes of the body

Cleaning the wounds, clearing up the disguise.

The earth is barren concrete.

The colours on the walls fly boldly.

The right to commiserate is exercised care

free, carefully placed crown on the enlightened crowd,

Which is never that which is the most loud

Spotlight.

Busyness is business

The myths, the narrratives, the lessons,

Placing slavery in the shadow,

replacing truth with the shackle of disinterest;

Overwhelmed populations, cyclic impressions, behavioural compulsions.

Ondulating on and on and on and gone

is the throne;

The cycle continues.