The Parables Of Man

[ACTIVATE SELF]

I sit upon the mountain top and overlook the city.
There's an ocean of stars and below they seem so busy.
Such commotion it's a pity how they choose to use their time.
They're so focused on the pennies that they don't pursue the dimes.
Although, each token is as worthless when compared to what is true,
like the feeling that's produced when the summer skies are blue.
Or chasing butterflies in June with your cousins at the zoo.
Until you come of age and you understand the truth.
Then you start to view the cage as inhumane and cruel.
See life is but a school for the tuna and the muse.
An institute of elevation thanks to Buddha & Hey Zeus.
While Cupid and Anubis stand as symbols of emotions.
Such as love, and devotion, meant to shrivel up psychosis,
make some sense of the remoteness, bring the picture into focus.
I don't know, if you know this, on the universal totem
every spirit has a modem. Thus, suggesting a connection
to a neurological .. network so complex it makes up an avatar.
Of which we're subatomic parts to the god we're living in,
like the cells inside our bodies unaware of who we are.
Yet, coexistence is contingent on an Adam. Who's in charge?
We are all the evening stars and we came from afar.
The cosmic garden where we blossomed once a particle was sparked.
You should harvest food for thought. It's nutritious for the soul
and brings solace to the heart. For the soldiers on the march
that forged their swords to spar with Mars, may you morally object
to any war that causes harm, to the innocent and poor
or forces tyranny abroad. And for the spiritually absolved
I pray you all get involved. For the sake of Brother Paul.
"What of Satan and The Fallen?" Well, some angels were enthralled
by his vanity and awe and gave him aid to break the law.
Thus, they made a fatal flaw, but there's danger in each cause.
So you better battle boldly or be mangled in the brawl.
They may hang you from a cross near a manger made of straw.
Tho, that only kills the ego if your credo has resolve.
The mosquito and the wasp both share the same goal.
To evolve at any cost. Charles Darwin is at fault.
Cause 'Survival of the fittest' is a theory proven false.
We are merely just a moth. That is drawn to a flame
in the memory of Thoth. Feel the chemical redraw
as I reel you off the sauce. A placebo that you bought.
"I was feeble and exhausted with a fever and a cough!"
No, a sickness of the mind engineered to keep you caught
in a web made of lies by the spiders in your thoughts.
That convince you that you're lost in a mental holocaust.
Or the Synagogue of Sodom where the sinners are assaulted
near the pillars made of salt. Scared to hear this monologue
are the enemies of all. And the military men
who do fiendishly exalt, pseudo tutors as their scholars.
Whom may teach them how to conquer. Tho, empires go impoverished
if they have no code of honor, or enlightened holy prophets
like the Poet and the Watcher. Whom may show them how to prosper
and turn oil into water, or dry soil into tropics,
via spoils of a knowledge, that has long been forgotten,
by the royals and the Gnostics. Back when Moses was a shaman
to the pharaoh Tutankhamen, I was shelling out the dharma,
and dispelling all the dogma, that rebelled against the conscience.
Tho, the Devil is a charmer, you should kick him in a well
as you yell, "This is Sparta, and this 'L' is for your karma!"
Settin' sail East of Hell without a nail in your armor.
On a presidential pardon from Michelle and Obama.
For the sell of marijuana, cos the miracle of ganja, should be shareable
and sponsored, by a charity or Pharma, but apparently that's nonsense.
No one cares unless they profit, off the therapy of Chronic.
Ask the chairmen, and the doctors, or the taxmen in their pockets,
politicians on the dockets. Fuckin fascist economics.
In a colony of dummies no one rations out their money.
All they do is shop and buy. So why's it shocking when they die
broke and bummy with no tie .. over luxury designs?
So corrupted by their pride that they can't stomach humble pie.
Pluck the Sun right out the sky. Then I plunge it in the ocean.
Let it soak until it's glowless. In the hopes that I can show them,
golden trophies hold no bonus, to a yogi in the lotus,
with a halo over dome. Meditating on a poem
inside a massive super nova where the gases might explode.
I should close this with an omen or quotations from Jehovah.
But all I got is "Ommmmm" as I wake you from the coma.
~The Watcher's the persona~