I saw a dead bird
flying through a broken sky
It made me the opposite
of smile
As I sat and cried
Not for me, but thee
my friend
See,
I’ve already embraced
my misery
and perceive the Game
as it is
No hopium or coping mechs.
You
on the flip
are awash in ignorance
of what truly kicks
in this realm
that looks like Heaven
but feels like Hell.
Yep, there
we’re taking it
so lets divert
for a second
whilst your brain
processes this:
Imagine you were raised
and born into something
really quite strange
A special project
A black OP
A secret experiment.
Everyone around you
was in on it
and performed
on script
certain actions and events
to generate a desired resonance.
You were totally unaware of this.
As far as you could tell
you were just like the rest
except
there was something different.
A finger couldn’t be placed on it
but it was felt
nonetheless
you sensed things that churned
away from what can be seen
certain scenes made no sense
but they happened to often
to be mere coincidence.
Smiling villains
and best friends with bared teeth.
Its enough to make a man go crazy.
What would you do if it was thee?
In many ways, it is.
This is what lurks in the shadows depth
my friend
its why people clutch to coping mechs
recite their favorite script
and generally pledge allegiance
to their own ignorance.
It is because underneath the camera tricks
the scene is truly something else
and once you perceive this
you’ll comprehend the depth
of the sketch
which a broken sky
and bird
dead
reps as each Thunks they’re complete
even though they
long ago
fell to pieces.
And yet they still tick
the same
but different.
Its hard to tell…
That is because we’re in a fractal
my friend
and its predicated on consciousness
ergo the bird and sky
are one and the same thing
as is he who takes it in
as the scene simply reflects
his inner realms
and that may just be the hint
that we’re already dead
and this is Hell
but the Devil is so slick
so totally effective at his tricks
that most fall for the sheen of Heaven
via the pleasures of the flesh
but lack the computational process
to admit the links
they know fine well
because they are dead birds
in broken skies
who believe Hell was Heaven sent
and when they die
they’ll come back again
to serve another life sentence
in the flesh
as they believe they are
“John of House Smith“
or some other nonsense
which is akin
to ink being spilled
on a canvas
to hide what makes
the false image possible:
Pure consciousness.
Without limit or definition
but something most truly felt
as the state termed
Inner Sense
that you knew
once upon a when.
Since then
the glow dimmed.
You became Adulterated instead
and put away childish things
like imagination and creativity
the two keys that unlock this realm
and suddenly
overhead
you see a purple sky
with a golden sun that never sets
and you bask in its radiance
as a serenely floating scene of consciousness
whose sentience is connected
with the All of Everything.
So tell me
what do you think happened
to switch out this multi dimensional deal
and render cheap deception in ThreeD
where you were trained to believe
what you perceive is actually reality
as you run the treadmill
from one life to the next
with a handy, dandy mindwipe thrown in
before donning some fresh skin
and stepping in to a three ring circus
after having been lead
by a DMT machine elf
to where sperm meets egg
and the real Big Bang happened
before you sailed down the tunnel
toward illumination
where you felt affection
beaming
as people who seemed to know you well
were waiting.
In the hospital.
From atoms to cosmos
everywhen
it all dwells within
your Inner Sense
as what lives can never die
but who wishes to kill
their illusions whilst plugged in
to the true Matrix of wearing flesh
believing the story in your head
and not fact checking the tests
they patted you on the head
for regurgitating
as they coded your internal OS.
Not me though
the black swan was born to rebel
hence the Game makes a lot of sense
when seen through this lens…
Till we meet again
