Grab basket full of the cure

turn a back, make it sure

I look into our eyes again

something is happening somewhere

romantic cigarette rolled zen

bandana rolled loose over a lying mouth

options spilling a rope noose south

sacred swamp burps a name

ambiguous as a dank shower

literally dank, a resinous flower

blooming words, spilling lips

hollow winds stealing ships

momentum burning under feet of clips

descriptive mockery showing it’s hand

no talking in class, glass blowing with the sand

empty journal pages capture the beauty almost perfectly 

sweaty timepiece hangs the noose around the next neck

waiting in line for a release previously unknown to ocular jockeys

temporal share reveals an unyielding baldness, almost extinct from carnal visitation

sweat is the oil that burns in the inner furnace

fire fractal friction

alchemical puzzle pieces spill on the shade of fungus nights

the spirit is always behind us

never there when we turn around

showing us not to look for it

because looking is a question mark (?)

doing is a straight line, let if fit inside the circle.

 

Sun drenched ritual sigil clenched fist admission

Kitchen burst temporal a moral frequency fix in thirst with a quarrel tendency. 

Habit to stay on dry land, feelin jet lag flying over distant lands broken by the hand, hand grabs all it can have, all it can move, all it can clench

City corridors draw light lines to complete the process, access the light through inner process, template drawn within fractal memory, friction levity, upset intestine spits the jelly to slick the heavenly, believe it, painted heavily delicately. Absorb light is a false god, let it pass through you, move you, resume you, movin turbulent as a typhoon. City keeps it movin fluid Par(isis) the temple of the body, abandon ritual on the nile.

Inner will supersedes

Copulate the dream

Overblow and bend the reed

 

Ready to cycle the hand played out, clearing of the doubt, Wilhelm clear the clouds, look to what was already found out. Answers float past in the ether, moment dying and born then neither, alleviate symptoms just like a believer, mother chaos blooms as we feed her, seed it.

Inner will supersedes

Copulate the dream

Overblow and bend the reeds

Smoke through the seeds

 

Plant it, ghost in the machine

Rant it, words born unclean

Take the filter off, kilter off, kilter off the dream, obscene images draw comparison visions division of the crowned king.

Smoke through the leaves

 

Write it, hands down at the sides

Fly it, flag floats moon soaked tides

Ink stains parchment, rough filler rough filler fiery arches, march to the beat provided yet subdivided, stiff in the starches.

 

Ouroboros trap layer out for the gangsters, thanks sir your advice had changed her, responding more fluidly than the banksters, least resistance flow mow over dank words, I concur, under equal light points ocular jockey, how quick of a shift will this world see?

Inner will supersedes

lick that

No one cares

I am no-one

I feel the eyes are the gateway to the oneness

The voice the instrument of the cosmic chord

Nature the percussion of the planetary shuffle.

 

Humans are not of the planet but divine beings with a cosmic control

A body made for space travel and energy to power the black holes

Start your engines

 

The physical is the lowest common denominator

Shells to get lost in

Toys to tinker with under the lamp light

It’s time to recycle the toys back to Earth

And move through infinite light.

I can’t wait for all this meaning to get swallowed by the meaningless.

It’s working, It’s working

Who is this lady of soft neck heartbeats?

Swan ready to show me everything that I have prepared myself.

 

It’s progressing

Not stressing

Her eyes gaze into my window

Fire defeats

Bonnet and bun quiet calm

To storm and kickstart health.

 

Stretching on the floor with such open tenderness

A gate to walk through to heal all tiredness.

It’s working, It’s working.

Noble sip from wine stained lips

Cup of magic for the voice; the trick

Old friends to tap the cosmic vine

Grapes in a bucket mashed and woven to the rhyme

Knowledge and purification from Adam’s fruit

Sounds and poetry vibe to the root

 

Dug up and ginger sliced in the feast

Reflections manifest love and fear is ceased

Reflections manifest love and fear is ceased

The Earth shines violet footprints kiss the quaking mud

Leaf stamped clay marked with vibration baked in the sun

 

Deep revelation

Clean air facing

Deep revelation

 

Fractal trees digital vibes

Clean air facing

Deep revelation

Water tower glows in a wet bath vacation

Path leading meandering one hour loop

Tree breathing breathless liberation

Third person turns to the fourth person

To break the wall

Cones decomposing in a forrest bed

To break the fall

 

Clean air facing

Deep revelation

Fractal vines digital manipulation

White noise

White fog

white mold

Curls of log lines traced a forrest map

 

Clean air facing

Wild wood trail

Alter of the fisted viewpoint

Step into to disappear

Radio flyer of a portal drug through the wind

Nature’s piece meal to facilitate growth in the eyes of an angry mob.

Let’s make a sugar let’s make a fuel

Let’s take these mother’s back to school

Sittin’ in the sun drenched in Mountain Dew

Bass shakin’ loose a rusted screw

 

Wrap your head around the maize

Temptations detassled in the fade

Field gazing lazy days

Corn pressed fever haze

 

Printing george’s on the shuck

Quick buck, stalk to give a fuck

Stuck in a fractal parked truck

Tamed in the fray we bouncing our luck

 

Gm crop in my viens

Nano milk steering to take the reins

They got the corn, drag out the chains

Tassels on the ground: game changed

 

Maltodextrin dreams

Sucrose bursting seams

Cultured kernel fiend

Crop circle meme

 

Let’s make a sugar let’s make a fuel

Let the string off the mother fucking spool

Harvest time with frost on the pumpkin

Let the horror of monoculture sink in.

Most things happen follow a bad moon in a bad mood

Red wine hollow trapped in a bad tree from a bad fruit

Sixteen scratches barking round tree

In the ski lift sparking

Rounds of silence

Pounds of violence

Chances are catches all broken violins

Temper tantrums broken mirror doused in Vicodin

Sounds of silence

Silence try this

Into celebrate.

 

Here we go with the inhale

To bail us

Set sail us

Higher waters

Higher sailors

 

Beard growth stunted; like to switch our style up

Guaranteed chances with a whiff of fresh buttercup.