The Sun King

Is there nothing but this life of stress?

Where is the answer in the stall?

How can I possess a grasp of breath…?

…Waiting to live all in all?

Can we move forward in spite of stress?

Is there a block in which we hold?

How am I involved in such ideas?

And so, do I have a chance to all let go?

The “I” is concepted on what’s controlled

Thus - the idea as well is gone

How can there be proof of existence…?

Outside of the conscious that is spawned
Energy neigh destroyed neigh produced

All of the deities are male

Creative Holy Book saved me not

How sardonic how it brought me into hell

Jimmy Carter

Mark of the beast for real
Eat the pills?
I’ll take the ether and a mic out the box like a sneaker deal
What I read concealed from public school teacher drills
You need the dough but it don’t come with a sequenced meal
Mental check box read fulfilled
But the words supersede the feels, and nothing completes the bill
Ego shot the car of life
Clapped the Happy driver, peaceful passenger and all the backseat was killed
Type of Tiger don’t eat to live just eat to kill
Realized I’m getting heavy off my recent meals
Glutton stubborn in an up rise – stuck eyes
Analyze till its fuck life in the grandest sunrise
Now I’m tolerant just existing in this lunch line
Figments of consciousness waiting for at least one sign
To ultimate purpose and intention for being
And still trying to figure out everything in between
The Sun King

Is there a moment in this life of stress?

That will take us into peace?

Living by and by with focused strength

In time, may allow a balance reached

I cee more than living life in stress

This alone will make all calm

There must be a wave in I in you

So, now I have the right to turn you on

Oh lord, now I have the right to turn you on