I.
Definition
The Present-Perfect is an Ideal State,
pure, sublime, not man-made nor made for man;
effluvial in Nature, we can't see,
itself trapped, lost in a mystery.
Via chance, depressants, or stimulants,
at times, man elevates to lofty airs;
he catches a glimpse sent by the divine,
of a foreign world, flawless by design.
The Ideal State exists outside of time;
in this condition, man is man no more;
for the majestic, ethereal plane
knows not of time nor of guilt or of shame.
A world of chaos with limited rules;
the Ideal State is free of all matter;
having no properties to recognize,
it's every thing yet hidden to our eyes.
The Present-Perfect, Cosmos' perfect world;
Human Nature, Man's perfect enemy;
ceaselessly suffering [in itself] a mystery,
man's world is filled with pain and misery.
Man's Imagination is essential
when he transcends his natural world;
the Universe and the Man become one,
now part and parcel of a greater sum.
Supernatural, divine by design,
it is a state that we can't understand;
it exists not; so, if man's to be wise,
he must see himself behind his own eyes.
I've a secret about the Universe;
feeling it's greedy to keep it hidden,
this 'ol Bard's decided to share with you
a prophecy that's absolutely true.
With reality left open to close,
Man is left to himself to make a choice;
the prophecy promises timeless joys,
learned simply, listening to this voice.
II.
Transcension
In the darkness, when I close all my eyes,
I can see, shining, a thousand bright stars;
my feet are gently resting on a cloud
and my head remains buried underground.
I remember to breathe, then, to smile;
the Ideal State is deep every time;
I see the turning, fallen leaves of grass
reflecting off the sidewalk's broken glass.
Tonight, it's slippery; ice on the streets;
I think graffiti; thunder's in my heart;
I board an invisible cosmic train
and dance a 'lil slow-jive with my brain.
On the edge, I get deep every time;
in these moments, I can taste my heartbeat;
nothing matters when everything's one
in the bestowed moments of transcension.
The science behind this is based on faith;
to the truths at hand, pay close attention;
the secret, nay, the key to transcension
is universal law through the heavens.
Inside floating clouds, sky-bound cumulus,
between symbiotic subatomics;
we feel, caress our seeking hearts,
breaths of eternal deep; transcension starts.
The real world disappears fading away;
a bridge connects the contrasting Natures;
we step slowly from sidewalk to sunbeam
and wander between a cloud and a dream.
To escape the mortal chains that bind us,
Man must Windex his doors of perception;
to visualize this great enigma,
we let shine our radiant charisma.
His secret now shared, the Bard will resign
to his ancient, immortal tapestry;
you possess the power and energy,
the source and the heart, Creativity.
III.
Conclusion
We are kept hidden by Human Nature
from secrets that constantly surround us;
from the darkest depths of lamentation,
our souls seek their emancipation.
Through silent meditation, we find peace;
our minds drift off to a far away place,
eternally gnawing on a free high
and dancing on thy fearful symmetry.
We are granted moments of perfection,
elusive visions of another sphere;
when perception becomes reality,
we are lost in benign finality.
We can put pretty tablets on our tongues,
as we taste the sun and then drink the moon;
chemical stimulation is one way,
to step outside time and escape today.
By grasping the world in a grain of sand,
or by leaving footprints on the ceiling,
or by humbling ourselves and kneeling,
we experience that joyous feeling.
Call me a prophet if I speak the truth;
call me a child if I'm innocent;
paint me Romantic with your gentle brush
as I shake and quiver with every touch.
We can walk on water with balanced grace,
and sojourn the shores of serenity;
Creativity is the guiding light,
all ablaze in the obsidian night.
With lessons learned, and the secrets shared,
the Present-Perfect is yours to transcend;
in the Ideal State, it's deep every time,
free yourself of the shackles of your mind.
Capture the spontaneous overflow;
recall emotions from tranquility;
Imagination is the divine key
to transcending our reality.
