Nationalism is simply pride in
symbolism,
perception is all to be what it was meant
to be seen as,
through Your eyes, alive and aflame with
shining legacies,
turned on and licked bruised filled with
ecstasy.
What has been broken down in the corridors
of the mind,
can be found eating away at the massive
ego overdose,
where's the 15th heavenly chapel in h**l,
it can only be spotted
from the depths of the center of the cone
in the middle eye.
Futuristic orgasms set on fire oil spreading
down and out,
putting forth the complex human psyche
and sinking in.
Embedded deep in the naked huddled moist
depths to be plumbed,
by mystics and the oriental,
silver chimes twine in harmony while
mats hand-woven soft smooth baby senses
touch taste scent mind is made anew,
the planet is seemingly far away, now,
I'm having bits and bits of the same
rhythm coursing in and throughout myself,
Heaven and h**l are Earthly perceptions
seen and touched and felt and tasted,
it’s already here.
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