[Jehst]

Calculate the maths, navigate the maps

Travel through the mind's eye, meditate, relax

Find time and create the space to make tracks

Celebrate the fact, that we escape the traps, laid to catch

The subconscious mind, deceive mankind.. 

And leave the third eye blind

But my, insight cannot be impaired

I'm visually aware, although initially unprepared

For the actuality, stifled by the practicalities of creativity

I seek freedom.. 

I visualise the scene; I can see the grand scheme

through these eyes of dreams

My stream of consciousness is liquid tranquillity

a turquoise pool of limitless calligraphy

my brain engaged in sub-aquatic activity

the endangered species released from captivity

to reclaim the rainforest.. 

and roam the outback, in the clouds we compose the soundtrack

and focus on beats and day-dream about that

the fat-cats scheme but we avoid the mousetrap

it's abstract, as a android's aspirations

seen through computer generated animations

a rainbow of pixels, in-vis-i-ble to the fickle

your will too weak, your bones brittle

my flow's the lone trickle of liquid, on the sickle of the druid

the essence of this.. the life fluid

life.. I pursue it with a passion

lights, camera, action

another cinematic adaption.. 



[Jehst]

When I rise.. and open my eyes.. it's like the universe beginning

I wake at daybreak, the sky's blue the birds are singin'

and even though the earth's spinning

everything in view, is motionless for a minute as the true.. 

colours of mother nature are captured in a freeze-frame

it seems strange I sit back and watch the scene change

I see green planes, and picture my self there

the city restricts me, I consider my welfare

Staring at a grey wall, and even when things get heated I stay cool

the astro-vapours break my fall, I take it all my stride

use my time wisely and move with the tide

Utilise the wisdom of my guide;

unify light and dark to balance out either side

we provide stability; a tension and care

my sidekick, the drum that comes before the snare

the psychic, how the premonition of creation

I blocked out the noise and watched cloud formations from the path

played on the grass as the darkness descends

I discard jarred ends and head for shelter

'cos everyday I'm dealt a new hand

and my crew plan to expand, and see our names on your

news stand in two grand

you can't distract me –

I see red when I'm angry, and red when I'm happy