Monk E. Biz

(Timeless / Right Now, Right Here)

A Holy Man, High on Drugs?


Wandering the streets and hills there was a holy man,
most people fled his path,
he appeared to be high on something,
but he was love, all smiles, had no wrath.

They said he's really crazy,
hangs out with ruffians and the poor,
it's said he was eating breakfast, with the corner whore.

He helped many to see clearly,

Some lame got up and even walked,
his words were always deep and thoughtful,
I loved to hear him talk.

He offered a new world, one of peace, joy and love,
Crazy ideas from a feeble mind, maybe good and drugged?

Overthrow the stale establishment of old,
get rid of your stuff and don't be cold.

Love your nasty neighbor, walk with him 2 miles!
Revolutionary ideas, never traditional, but wild!

Who was this wild man, always good and high?

His ideas are starting to ferment in me,
Live his world, a true challenge for someone as I?

Freely loving, never condemning, always there is hope!
The tied-up mind he loosened, cutting thru parental thick rope.

Blind hearts now can see.
Here for the sick and hurting!
His message sets all free.

Stop to think and ponder, am I sick, possibly?

The loving soul Dr. came to heal us,

The mad man down by the sea!

Submitted: Thursday, March 06, 2014
Edited: Saturday, May 03, 2014

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  • Paige Brimer (4/11/2014 3:22:00 PM)

    Ah... and that is the question, isn't it? Is He or isn't He... does He or doesn't He? Much of His world says no... it couldn't be. But I'm not sure, as for me. With 100% of a perfect brain, I would think, he would think, drugs are lame. He probably wouldn't need them, but some of us do... just to lighten up a little, and think like the Jew. See Mary Jane helps you be grateful. It also helps with peace... prevents you from being hateful. But as for me, I'll hold my tongue... for as should be very obvious, I'm on the lowest rung. My opinion doesn't matter. Just know this, you should dis the Mad Hatter. (Report) Reply

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