EARTH
Gnome Grown Melody
Moaning woods painted in dew
Dripping with the nectar of life
Castles grown from breathing mushrooms
They grew into an orchestra too
Conductor yells, "OVERTURE"
A fox with his spectacle in place
Sitting in section 9D
Walks to the front of the stage
Yelling, "GIVE US THE GNOME GROWN MELODY"
The beastly crowd cheered
Suddenly the conductor disappeared
Out of their chairs and dancing around the stage
The orchestra slowly coalesced into just one shroom
It formed a violin from the dirt
And a bow from the feather of a phoenix
Who flew from many light years away
Just to pay homage for what was about to go down
That familiar melody began
A mysterious vibration
More than mere music
But more of what is known as intoxication
The forest began to permeate
With a deep, purple smoke
It smelled like incense and sex
Slowly filling in the woody pavilion
Flowing like a stream of silk and cream
Until the beasts
Couldn't see their hands in front of their face
A symphony of darkness entered their nostrils
Infesting their mind
Destroying the illusion
That involves space and time
No sense of separation remained
Only the consciousness of one single being
Who just happened to hold the key
To every single thing
Puffing on his herbs
Sipping on his foam
Casting spells with a single glance of the eyes
The Grand Master Gnome
Leaped up from his Celtic throne
Glad to no longer be dreaming
He knew he didn't have long
It was of the upmost importance
That he make the most of his time awake
Walking to the pantry
Inside he found a legion of jarred mushrooms
Taking a jar and spreading it all
Across a left over pizza
Folding the whole pizza over like a taco
And eating it in just one bite
Washing it down with some electric Kool-Aid
Jumping straight out of his kitchen window
Onto the back of a giant butterfly
It took him so high
That they ended up underground
Darkness filled the scene
"A new beginning"
Rang a voice from nowhere in particular
"Bindu is awake"
Echoed another
There was a single seed
Fire raged within it
Exploding through the ground
And expanding infinitely
Off the quiet planet
Into the deepest recesses of space
A green so crystalized it appeared as if it was white
The demigods sang Christmas carols
For the cosmic tree had once more
Made its way to town
It's being contained none other than
The Grand Master Gnome himself
With cherry filled eyes
And the biggest smile on his face
He wrapped himself in a starry filled leaf
Lighting his own head and just letting go
Satan was the only other one invited to join in
"It sure is good to be back Mr. Claus"
He said to The Devil as he passed himself over
"You don't even know how good it is
To smoke your face
God's been cracking down
All I've been able to get is the fairy weed
Some gnome grown shit is just what I need"
As he was chiefing on the last bit of the roach
The cannabified gnome said
"Air plane me bitch"
The Devil replied
"Sweet dreams"
And the request was granted
Sending him directly to the belly of the beast
The animals scattered around the forest once more
In their eyes
A fragmented piece of the Grand Master
That was all but forgotten
Beasts of the land with no recollection
Of their magical divinity
Simple minded beings
Patiently waiting
To once more be taken away
By the Gnome Grown Melody
Electric Farm
Pastel blues
A cartoony looking chicken coop
The dirt was alive
It was swimming around
The worms drove big tractors
And wore big cowboy hats
If you measured their length
You would surely faint
The crops flowed in a steady motion
As if on some organic conveyor belt
Gophers would occasionally jump out like dolphins
Then sink right back into the Earth
The carrots had arms
And mouths to sing
They sang victory songs all day and night
About the injustices of life
And how they were more than just rabbit food
The eggplants
Old and wise
Said nothing at all and just laughed
Knowing life is a cycle
They rejoiced in the idea
Of being put in parmesan and some marinara
The barn, once far in the distance, was floating near
Bobbing up and down just like a bouncy house
Swam right up to me
Notch unlatched
Doors swung open
There was the boss farmer
A beautiful, upright walking cow
She walked over to me
Unbuttoned one side of her overalls
And let me suck one of those plump utters
I closed my eyes
And just enjoyed that sweet cream
It was electric
Energized my very being
I bowed before Mother cow
She let out a long "Mooo"
The Book of Life
Aspects of an unknown self
Hiding way up high
On an old and dusty shelf
The dust bunnies remember your name
And snicker into the darkness
When you ask them
"How?"
That ancient book you forgot you knew
Is staring back at you
Much to your surprise
It too has a face
Of a very old woman
That appears older than time itself
Yet reminds you of a little girl
She gives you a lovely greeting
And appears to know everything about you
Explains you've come to the right place
Her head gradually transforms into an ibis
Flies off the front cover
As she flaps away she tells you
"Look inside
It has everything you need"
Before you met this book
You were in no mood to read
But all that has happened
Has piqued your curiosity
Holding the enormous thing in your hands
Staring at the blank cover
Just wondering what in the fuck
Could possibly be inside
When you open it up
You can't believe your eyes
There isn't a single word
Written on a single page
A blank book
That has everything you need?
"Maybe I need nothing"
You think
"No
There must be more"
You also think
Looking at a random blank page
Imagining what this could all mean
You begin to see
Something appearing on the page
It slowly fades into view
Swimming freely around the page
Like a koi in a pond
Takes you a minute to realize that it is a poppy plant
Stem flowing like the tail of fish
An unbloomed green ball swimming about
Grabbing the flowing tail
Stopping it in its tracks
Is the sexiest lady you have ever seen
Wearing no clothes
But the ones she came into the world with
Aloof
As if in a day dream
She is wielding a knife
Slicing the poppy bulb in tiny cuts
Letting all the milky fluid fall into a wooden bowl
Then cutting her palm and mixing some blood in
A wild elixir
For this wild lady
Her hair is untamed
And she is acting completely insane
Stirring the elixir with her pinky nail
Then spilling it all across the page
It begins to take form
Into a glowing sapphire gem
That shines unlike any drawing you've ever seen
A divine glow was emanating off this page
She holds the gem in her hand
And crushes it with brute strength
Into a million tiny crystal shards
Pulls out a golden syringe and a golden spoon
Placing the shards into the oval-shaped nook
Liquifying it with fire that sparks
From her magic fingers
Then shooting the crystal stream directly
Into her arm
She lets out a deep moan
Then begins to change form
Back to an earlier state
It appears to be a psychedelic-cocoon
Some type of cosmic egg
Born again
Like a majestic butterfly
The egg cracks open
Out flies a half unicorn, half dragon creature
Adorned with twelve stars dancing around its head
The page turns black as night
With a little light shining
From a newly formed crescent moon
The beast lets out a ball of fire
Which dissipates into smoke
Which in turn forms into a log
Sitting on top appears the Piper Pan
Blowing the eeriest melody
Directly from his heart
Every note visible to the eye
Following each note
Is an old man sitting on a crocodile
The crocodile eats each one
And the old man sings a corresponding pitch
That is exactly a fifth away
These four entities swirl about the book
Stuck on a strange trippy loop
All making a pilgrimage to the center of the page
Conjoining into one entity
That begins to shine brightly
Just as bright as the sun outside
You are forced to cover your eyes
When the illumination begins to fade
Back you look to the book
The face of the ibis is there again
Slowly morphing back into that ancient little girl
"Tell me"
You say
"What is the moral of the story?"
"There is none"
She says
As she transforms into a black sun
It then says to you
"Your mind is a prison
Think wisely if you wish to be free
You are your only enemy"