(MAN SUSPENDED IN THE CLOUDS) GANJA DEN
And what of the man who sees who stands on the corner?
Such a delicate balance of all these things.
How simply simplistic could it be obtained... These beasts pounding on theoretical and theological chests.
Whole cities and countries marching to war.
A bee landing on a flower as all is life.
Such a beautiful image disturbed by the sound of body to ground... The man who sees asking why and the rays of the sun get hotter.
Screams and the sound of a catastrophe clashing in man's mind.
Such a delicate ballet as the rich dine at overflowing tables... Bones of the mentally enslaved on their plates... Those who would follow Kings instead of principalities... Such savagery.
Children in the poorest neighborhoods still play... Laughter ringing off the walls... The prophets being reborn in the ghettos cause that's where they come from... The men who stand guard on the corners and watch this shit go down.
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
