I'm tripping man
goo goo ga joo
there are
thick carrots
just wanting
popping out
of sacred ground
orange red yellow
even white ones
wanting to feed me
needing to tell me
true garden stories
about what is
below this
pardonable surface
I'm tripping man
wond'ring what's
it all about
if peas and carrots
would just
stop by
let me
see them
maybe all that
reimagined stuff
would simply turn
to violet and purple
give us all
rainbow dreams
instead of gratis violence
freedom Constance
constantly burning
I'm crying man
this trying world
is so fucked up
all Mother's insects
are suddenly disappearing
moving on
to some other
sucking realm
maybe lightning
will strike us
change our souls
to something else
all those birds
falling from
Mother's sky
all those diamonds
that were once
in her eyes
if I could fly again
to blessed Valhalla
I'd virtually fly
where divested warriors
pray to invested Odin
where they
are curiously tested
coming to rest there
when they die
I'm shouting man
all that horrid shit
being flung all around
every political bit
what a fucking noise
what a fucking sound
I'm falling man
hoping to land
on my fucking feet
after all this war
after fucking all
this worldly dissent
costing fucking lives
costing fucking everything
that once meant
truth and peace
prosperity and love
I'm feeling all
so washed up man
just give me
another toxic shove
maybe I'll just fall
into a shallow grave
or maybe I will
run naked and screaming 
through ev'ry crazy
fucked up street
man this world
is fucking wild
all I want 
is love and peace
all we need
is to be heard
why don't we 
just give up
lay down to die
decide to quit
why can't we see
get things right
I guess
they are
tripping man
taking it all
to such extremes
if assassination
is some answer
we should all
just pulled a trigger
then maybe
we'd trip together
reaching so deep
into everyone's 
bleeding heart
don't think
I'm kidding man
because in reality
I'm tripping man
writing these
acid words
painting velcro
not placid pictures
sticking myself
so I feel like
I'm still alive
what if tricks 
make I and we
all fall down
drop hard upon
mercurial red
burning ground
what if 
that resurging lady 
urgently rises
once again
from that deep lake
handing us
lay us down
for us to keep
swords and spears
let us finally
truly see ourselves
our clear reflections
reflected in
malicious mirrors
why can't
simply delicious
be slathered on
our daily bread
why can't we bother
to find
sweet water
pure springs
let holy erupt
all around us
we'd be sipping
purity and sacred things
as all this tripping
tears everything
to bits and pieces
ripping us all
into jailed squares
instead of all that
which sacred brings

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