Brush strokes of grass,

Blades sit tall under indigo sky,

Delicate sweet drips of dewy tears are a contrasting expression from my 3rd eye perception,

“So you don’t see, what I see”

A masterpiece, a spherical canvas,

3 colors in 3D and no CGI to disconnect us using AI. Earth...

Any absolute judgment or obstruction of the creators creation magnify’s your misinterpretation,

So I’m reimagining a better story today so you can subconsciously get the better picture for tomorrow.

Entertain the possibility,

The probable chance that you were birthed from birth to obtain complete knowledge but misguided,

Handicapped by those nearsighted who convince you to believe in the narrative they fed you,

In the name of whatever you call your Holy Diety, I drop a gem,

Whole or fragmented, it behooves you to pick up the pieces and invest in your own transcendence,

Picture me rollin’

Then pump the passion of a compassionate Tupac sound in ya ear and picture that energy still rollin’

Let no original piece of artwork be judge inaccurately by an interpreter,

The flow is concurrent. The current supports the fish in water.

Limited in his perception,

Or Unlimited in the belief of a perception

Here’s the anomaly, despite the view of its complexity

The universe moves in harmony,

No political strategy of greed limited by its approach can scientifically alter that,

Why stain the Artist’s masterpiece with judgment,

Why do we consistently project blasphemy to the rarity of a Picasso,

In addition to this edition wall mounted on truth,

If we are created in the image of our creator,

Why the rejection, Why the confusion,

Why self reflect and project so much distortion,

Should not we have now connected with the intelligence of the indigenous,

Simply put, Earth.