[dead man]

i want to fly

like pigeon or dove. god's wisdom and love
prism and sun, symbols for something that we've never become
benevolent One. searching for a method to rise
repressing the drive instead to let it fester inside
since that first step, i've over-intellectualized
myself into a quasi philosophical bind -
if dreams are deja vu in a pretentious disguise
i've had a premonition. wings caressing the skies
finger feathering Gaia. slow jam climaxing a quake
orgasm. the twitch. chasmic eclipse. a planet of apes
self-hating mammal on a molecular basis
restricted from destiny via skeletal shape
uncomfortable state. close to claustrophobia's knife
overdosing on tryptophan and daydreaming a life
it's like - daily the optimism, nightly the crisis
a shallow hearted falcon with a piloting license
adrenaline for the nightshift. a pint for the train
balloons to hold tightly when they're tied to a flame
dreams, our sole possessions. nothing earned or obtained
mysticism's for the birds, as they say..
but nothing that can justify or truly explain
exists inside a box of preconceptions arranged
bums collect change while doctors lecture in chains
prisoners of other's observations and statements
lives wasted. i will fly. i mean.. i've felt it, so visceral
like three dimensional cinema. widescreen sensory visual
push the envelope. make it real. you're labeled a criminal
possibility is free. laws are belted to principle
it's so simple post-ripple. passing temporal waves
create textbook pages, history makes emperors famous.
academic persuasion mirrors theological strategy
sodomizing free spirited to posit insanity
i will rise, above catastrophe. omniscience of faculty
their critical analyses. the law that is gravity -
i will rise. experiencing that moment of ecstasy
a stolen encounter with our inherent telepathy
one day, we all die and set it free .. winged beast,
defying all belief in science, every time i fall asleep.





DEADMAN