conversation of two enlightened painhealers

Standing , and humming looks frustrated
Last week we met, he completely changed
His eyes are creamy, his arms they shivering
Clothes are unclean and face deranged

He said hi, he seemed to have cried
A man of his caliber, not fine for his height
He was raised a gentlemen, and escaped the fame
But he will never tell me, the shock of his life.

We sat , ate a meal we made
Crushed and roll , mind he wanted fed
He was shaved half is prime, wine he drank
But these days he looks pale and dead

He told me, he died , he died my friend
I said don't say such a thing, don't hurt , don't fade
His lungs caught his mouth, blew air of wiskeyed sorrows
He was complete but his soul was raped

I asked if she's alright, is it his lovers fault
He dint say, he dint even nod, but schlera of his eyes, so dark wall of malt
He hated her, he loved her, he killed her, but she's alive
he caught her lover, and his knees got rot

He was picking up a glass of wine, his fingertips they were black
Scared me, asked brother are you hurting yourself
He laughed, he said I'm week, I am a man, I am a girl , I am a struggling black ant, but I'm not crazy that ill hurt my flesh which my mother gave me

He said, this is what happens when you strum the banjo, the tambourine, the guitar with your tears
You don't feel the music, you don't feel no pain, when cocktail of electricals, morphine and champagne.

"I don't look back, I don't see when a mother calls her daughter, with my lovers name
I'm scared, if its her , I can't look into her eyes , feel the awkward emotions
Ill shoot her, ill eat up her brain
She left me for another man, he has money and fame

She said forever, she promised every night in my ears
She made up songs , so I could sleep atop her thighs
she taught me to kiss, I taught her to swear,
Far, long, wide our feet, stomach and hair

I know she loves me, I know she is alive for me to walk
She likes money, she settles for a smaller heart
And simply ignored my poetry, songs and my psychedelictic art

I recorded our time, over the years ,
I have a journal, for what it would have been our gospels
Which have musical patterns, sax, harmonica, and my dylian obsession
Hard rain, drained my blue eyed son

I havnt ate , you know how much I starve
It has been three days, just water, alcohol and some onion bars
When I opened, I always open It to cry
My friend I don't want to, my skin is getting red and hotter
I slept in 4 kilos of ice for couple of hours

Still, I can control my thoughts,
Dreams are like suicidal maze
Its making me worse in its own funny ways
I know how it feels to be burned alive, to be sodomised
Ran to the hills and the jungle , but just could not hide from this deep cut wound inside"

I smiled, I don't want him to feel pettied. I told him 1st we need to get you clean
to take of the drugs from your sugared sweet blood, skin to get rid of the mud.
Brother you have to stop listening to the voice, its a question not an answer to the pain you have to avoid

Listen, I don't know if this is going to help you my friend
But ill make sure you are not trembled now, you are not to hide
You have to burn the fire, your fifth and sixth wire
There are laws of pain , there are laws of love which you don't have to abide
You got to train your third eye, your stomach and your thies , to bring back the real you that himself have died

Somehow brother, I hate the taste of this scotch.
We have to be ready , to be steady and smart
When I was clubbed with religion blues and air conditioned fools and made up rules
You enlightened me, and you enlightened many
For me you are more than money and jewels

"Time , for what I have become a slave
I was a spiritualist and a microexpressionist
I knew she was hiding , its what I do.
But I dint believe my skill or this new man is probably an illusionist

I'm exhausted, patience I lost it
I need some rest, let me die or let me sleep, I don't want any girl , I don't love for the breasts
Its what's inside her new lust, what's behind her vest

I don't want her to call me, I don't want her back
She is what I loved that I already shat
I sat at the rocky river shore just prayed to the mother earth to take away some more
I prayed the water, I prayed to the fire
I don't know about god, but natures no lier, its what I desire.