Go Primal

A flood of dismal proportions
a happening of senses
a rush of cosmic adrenaline

bird song of the Maya
fast forward to death
whistle

we are all blind here
and our hearts
beat positive rhythms no more
we often discuss religion
myth
deity
someone sleeps in the kitchen

drugs work their wonders
somewhere along the word road
one has to make choices
paper to life
and life back to paper

mute diamonds exploding
plastic mines working
we are digging deeper for life

signs of a simple breath
offer page's delusions
we should worry less on our path
take the animal lesson

lift hearts like busy bees
above nucleus shadow
sometimes more is less
and I'm recently prisoner to confusion

it keeps dragging my pen
through shallow wilderness
begging to go primal again

yes brother
go primal on your ass again!

Daniken

Tales of forests and water
of the great
primal soup
we drown in greenness of their eyes
cosmic travelers
of some deeper deep

sleeping on sailless ships
somewhere in what is now
known
as Yucatan

and I wrote of it before
in dream land of vision
where my brain got carried away
on acid -

flashbacks of a stone age world
before science
simple language
one word
one existential muttering
tales of oceans and leaves

green and blue
and unnamed breakings of color
eating watermelons
sighing

there's been a mess before
some sort of an interstellar war
we caused or were part of
when gods roamed this planet

I often wonder does it make any sense
what we find in dream lands
but then I open a Daniken book
inherited from my grandpa
and my vision
is clear

Jamaican Dreams

Big Jamaican wave
surfing on and on
a feeling of oceanic warmth
and peacefulness
it's cosy and beautiful here
swimming
my girl enjoys the air
and the air
is big bamboo pipes
carrying song of birds
onwards through the cosmos

somebody laughs
and the laughter lifts off
all the cloud veils
from the Moon
big Jamaican moon
luminiscent admirer
of my girl's beauty

she takes pictures of music
and sets them to wave's rhythm
everybody's happy
there's no trace of pain
in the evening and morning ever after
we are peaceful

Jamaican children on our way
never worrying about
big money world
big photo business of consumption
we simply exist here
as if eternal holiday
has dawned upon us
in reality we have wings
on them
we sail
on