Untimely Meditations

[Saul Williams] The fiery sun of my passions evaporates the love lakes of my soul Clouds my thoughts and rains you into existence As I take flight on bolts of lighting claiming chaos as my concubine and you as my me I of the storm, you of the sea, we of the moon, land of the free What have I done to deserve this? Am I happy? Happiness is a mediocre standard for a middle-class existence I see through smiles and smell truth in the distance Beyond one dimensional smiles and laughter lies the hereafter Where tears echo laughter You'd have to do math to divide a smile by a tear times fear equals mere truth I simply delve in the air and if that's the case All I have to breath and all else will follow That's why drums are hollow And I like drums, drums are good, but I can't think straight I lack the attention span to meditate My attention spans galaxies here and now are immense Seconds are secular, moments are mine Self is illusion, music's divine Noosed by the strings of Jimi's guitar I swing Purple-hazed pendulum hypnotizing the part of I that never dies Look into my eyes are the windows of the soul It's fried chicken, collies and cornbread It's corn milk, flour, sour cream, eggs and oil It's the stolen blood of the earth, used to make cars run and kill the fish Who, me? I play scales The scales of dead fish of oil slicked seas My sister blows wind through the hollows of fallen tress And we are the echoes of eternity (echoes of eternity (echoes of eternity)) Maybe you've heard of us We do rebirths, revolts and resurrections We threw basement parties in pyramids I left my tag on the wall The beats would echo off the stone And solidify into the form of light bulbs Destined to light up the heads of future generations That recently lit up in the form of [*beatbox*] ૐ Maybe you've heard of us If not then you must be trying to hear us And in such cases we can't be heard We remain in the darkness unseen In the center of unpeeled bananas we exist uncolored by perception Clothed to the naked eye Five senses cannot sense the fact of our existence And that's the only fact, in fact, there are no facts Fax me a fact and I'll telegram, I'll hologram, I'll telephone The son of man and tell him he is done Leave a message on his answering machine telling him there are none God and I are one Times moon, times star, times sun The factor is me, you remember me I slung amethyst rocks on Saturn blocks 'til I got caught up by earthling cops They wanted me for their army or whatever Picture me, I swirl like the wind, tempting tomorrow to be today Tip-toeing the fine line between everything and everything else I am simply Saturn swirling sevenths through sooth The sole living heir of air and I [*inhale*] and [*exhale*] And all else follows Reverberating the space inside of drum hollows Packaged in bottles and shipped to tomorrow Then sold to the highest nigga I swing from the tallest tree Lynched by the lowest branches of me Praying that my physical will set me free Cause I'm afraid that all else is vanity Mere language is profanity I'd rather hum Or have my soul tattooed to my tongue And let the scriptures be sung in gibberish Cause words be simple fish in my soulquarium And intellect can't swim So I stopped combing my mind so my thoughts could lock I'm tired of trying to understand Perceptions are mangled, matted and knotted anyway Life is more than what meets the eye and I So elevate I to the third But even that shit seems absurd When your thoughts leave you third eye-solated No man is an island but I often feel alone So I find peace through.. ૐ