can somebody just pay me to rhyme all day long...seriously, i'd love that.

We are all packed up and in with all we need
here on our missions
released from light we came to life
in a fruition of divine division
the notes playing bleed intuition
but the road ahead is winding
and charcoal thunder clouds soar above indecision.

It's almost time for new tires.
I don't even notice the pressure
as its burning rubber down to wire.

Sometimes I get so lost

trying to decipher destiny in desire

Losing logic to lust and love to liars

walking the plank one of them prepared to jump

but in a flash the drop retired

the heat rose up from the belly of the fire

tricked into trance in a state of admirer

pushing past the stillness

a coalition of currents came chaotic

feel this?

samsara escapes the death grip on youth...

We are the indigo kids
Reconstructed.
A new generation.
The wavelengths reformatted.
This is the beginning of creation
Translate.
Or.. Fall into the static inferno.
The old ways are outdated,
we're painting the past, present and future
Eternal.

The world has been pickled by the hearts of men,
greed multiplied by grief and back again.
Colonial green further darkened the the light,
with rusted blood lines their branches descend,
natural laws phased from the masses,
purposely distorting things like the value of oxygen..
Skulls in hoods stole the bones from intuition.
The unnoticed incision.

I'm a Hopi Indian
we're all a part of them.

We were once monks in Tibet..

The Earth has turned soil for centuries

mind bodies digested with enzymes of human regret..

We are the people with the triangle on our foreheads,

we've come to catalyze the reset

we are here to take care of tomorrow,

to spark fire in life and give love truth to defend

all these life cycles seemed like only seconds

in the grand spectrum of the end

but they've added up--

recycled souls, we can no longer pretend

look close...

the moon shines through
a beacon of truth. awaken third eye.

There's no place for 'a tooth for a tooth.'

or scales of pounds and flesh,
The material body's destiny is empty and dry

samsara escapes the death grip on youth

and you're already scheduled to die...

We are everything and nothing

simultaneously united by the same something.

Nomad's in a new age

we're here to change the channel,

our case connection is growing

the program -- many won't know how to handle,

get side-tracked, stale in the mundane
or lost in the chaotic

either way,

the past is swallowing all that is robotic...

.......the future is breaking into weightless liberation
-----Get With It

<3

Portia Leigh
5/2011

kinetic

                   I reach for a cigarette
                   a bowl
                   a pill.
why not take this energy on an empty stomach.
swallow it whole.
channel its fuel
sit and watch its color changing... sweat it out.