Peaches As Creatures

I feel myself slipping

Euphoria

Life has been vivid

All these visions

Emotions felt all at once

Still livid

These space rocks fuckin with my soul

Feel like I’m bursting, solar flare rollin

Confused is my vessel

Steady is me

Wish I could translate these things

The astral realm fits right on me

Like that grateful dead hoodie

I’m singing now, getting on my boogie

Take a picture, can’t capture it all

My aura, my power, my scars

Feel like transcendence right around the corner

But all too afraid that involves the coroner

I’ve been living my life

Trying to find what’s right

I feel strong, but at the same time the weakest

My ill translations, come out the bleakest

Astral body, I’m giving off Phoenix

Getting off my soul pleasers, weenin

Do I become impaired or enhanced

In my mind all the lights dance

I was sent for clarity

But this is just confusing me

I feel the ocean the river connects me to

But will I ever swim in it again?

My lil pool, but mine is gone

All dried up, I made it run

Leaky faucet, yeah faucet failure

But I’m lacking drip, and my soul’s tenure

Am I holding this property

Carrying on barely just properly

The ice is in my veins is mixed with flame

This old song in my head remains the same

Fire and ice, dire and nice

Bipolar lights, aurora borealis

Shine across the night sky, with slight malice

Destructive tendencies

Followed by reconstructive renderings

Destroy the whole world

Then return it to tender things

But that’s not possible

Fire breeds fire

Restart this life, no, cease this life

Every time it comes back we start to fight

Why can’t I be one with nature

My ancestors have saturated my nature

I just love, wish it could go where it wants

But hate barks back, and it daunts

Just like every old loving soul haunts me

To bring their world back, or start the story

Of how the human essence got back it’s glory

Can I do it though? Without that gory

War that always comes, followed by mourning

And in that blood soaked morning

Love and hate gone, perished, still a moor

But that little flame comes back and we learn to adore

But it starts when L and M walk through the door

Forever tangled in an ongoing battle

What’s more beautiful, the hearse or the rattle

Both occur at the same time

But one more than the other, leading to grime

An over abundance of transferred energy

But it is transferred once more and so is the clergy

They think they know

The characters involved in the resurrection

That’s why we need this insurrection

But once again, who knows the true direction?

Maybe we can find it with the right inspection