...some call me the gangsta of love

Tuesday, January 10, 2006

Most High

i wrote this on my brothers bday last year, 7/7. it's got absolutely NOTHING to do with him...but i was browsing and saw the date i wrote it...reminded me that right now that fool is staying the night at his ol' friends place...Sheriff Joe. Basking in the finest of cuisine and lodging for a few dayz...hehe...

Most High...

Searchin this soulful eye
For the answer to the soulful cries
For a life
A being
Higher than I
Hindered by the superficials of life
Can’t pierce through the clouds
This ignorance of mine
Walk a path guided by lies
Educated by a society to blind
Truth of my existence
I cannot find until I realize
My consciousness in this time
Must cease to end,
Must die
Tired of this false head
False mind
False state
All falsified
Truth I seek but from thee it hides
My life one breath
I release
I sigh
To be free of boundries
Free of time
Soul urge be free
Free I strive
To fly with thee
As one, unified
And know, being to grow
Must separate body from mind
Spirit from thine
Then search soul eye
The answer…you, most high

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