Om Mani Padme Hum
Be here now you say
Om Mani Padme Hum
To slow my heart rate
Be here now you say
Om Mani Padme Hum
Distilled in my heart cave
Be here now you say
Om Mani Padme Hum
To feel the kind waves
Just today, Just right now
There's pollen on the pages
Im actually writing this poem down
What could be more here than now
Energy has become light
Love lit the way for the clearest path
Wisdom and beauty its all the same trip
Collective Consciousness
The sun and the moon and the charmers flute
They'll make you move
Like the solstice sunspots of a life we once thought was good
It is still good, Life is still wonderful, as it should be
Cause we try to find
The meaning in the noise
Its plain to say its scattered
So lets just find a piece and share it
And we can add it to
The collective consciousness
I see it filling
I see it spilling
Over with thought
Because it has taught
That in this enormous universe
We fit in perfect
Tropicalia Eclipse
Our currency consists of cut down trees and mined minerals
Endless stumps shadow precancerous lumps
growing over fields of mushroom patches
We consume the dread of endless doom
They produce the endless working class
Put your money where your mouth is
I know your work can be tiring
But positive polarity plural
Will push the pack forward
Into a golden age of enlightenment
Put your money where your mouth is
No More wishing the fire plum to be eaten
Only Hoping for two to tango and three to share this mango
And salsa pattern that you tapped on your thighs made me cry
Because the world has its signs
The roses rare rumba
Fell victim to slumber
Don't let it dampen your light source
Put your money where your mouth is
The essence of caring is peace love and sharing
Tupi had enough of this longing so they went to the air waves
In attempt to create free sound by caring for human feelings
Put your money where your mouth is
Brazil Wood Poetry
For brazil wood poetry we put our dreams in jars
For higher art
For a better start
Brazil wood poetry carved into the giving tree
Cut from culture shock
To grind in your coffee cup
Brazil wood poetry drifts out to the seven seas
For brazil wood poetry I'd give my life to hear you sing these songs
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