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8 Bit Guru

Inspired by Brett Comstock.

 

Written on: 10/18/2013

 

8 Bit Guru:

 

Ripples in the water

A breeze through the trees

Faint is the chorus

That feeling of feeling

Free

 

Rode to the show

Worry’s in my mind

Now I’m here

Now they’re gone

 

Hiked to the peak

Met an 8 bit guru

Now I’m here

Now we’re strong

 

There sat atop a peak

Misty and mighty

A grand master of enlightenment

A sage amongst men

Sought in the waters of projection

The mindset of transcendence

What is this life asked the student

 

simply, he said,

an illusion

 

get through it

 

A soothing state of mind

pursue this

and you’ll achieve

what it is you need

to succeed and shine

follow the drive

become your leader

pure states, divine,

powers of the mind, believe it

Question

There came a point in life where I couldn’t make up my mind.

I just didn’t know what to do;

Listen to the conspiracy theories? Or believe the talking heads on the news?

But I found solace in my friends, and the things they said.

The light poured though my dreams; swimming in my head.

So there I stood in a field, vastly open and green.

The Farmer stood, said son are you ready for destiny?

I obliged as the deadbolt clicked.

.That state of association.

.came too quickly to an end.

.with the fate of regret.

.glowing a light shade.

.of green, phasing.

.to purple and.

.blue waves.

.Love.

Wake up

Dreaming

With a heart not sold,

Or Longing for an overflown soul

Is a road we Die to Follow,

Only to find

We are not alone.

Brothers, I love you.

Mothers, I’m thankful.

Father, I am your Son.

To me, this world has just begun,

But others, their song is sung.

Fragile, our lives are such,

Sacrifice, is it enough?

“Take my hand,” she said, and away we rose

Into the setting Sun, Free to Breathe

Knowing, we are

One.

Frazzalia.

Contemplation;

It begins with one,

Miniscule…

Then perspective, it grows, sheds, blossoms, and blooms.

The bliss of radiant Love,

The taste of succulent inspiration

Washes over the teeming, teeming, teeming

Frazzalia boiler.

Where is this pot?

Appleseed wore his on the outside of his head.

Mine is on the inside.