Best footwork in town

Best footwork around

So let me get down

 

Sliding the streets where destinies meet

Cracks under feet, footwork of the beat

Tables will turn, journeys are earned

Travelin’ the javelin before we are heard

Arrive at the gate before we get served

 

Best footwork around

Best footwork in town

Shuffling and busking, so let me get down

 

Gliding with light, emanating at night

Bouncing all them energies and making it right

Effortless the flow it never put up a fight

 

Eyes land contact, flow brings them back, feelings they stack, we stay intact.

 

Best footwork in town

Best footwork around

Don’t you stop once we gettin’ down

 

Beat catches us all, we climb we fall

Flow makes it’s call, keep present y’all

 

Bouncing in the flow, bouncing indigo

All we have to realize is how to LET GO

 

Best footwork in town

Best footwork around

Trace the beat with your feet and spark up a sound

 

Open the wave, heart call it saves

Return to sender who renounce what SHE gave.

 

Throw it on the track

Eyes land contact

Flow brings it back

WE POUR INTACT

 

Best footwork no fear

Step to the unknown when near

Never listen back for the call

‘Cause we LIVIN the SOUND y’all

Look sharp

Feel sharp

Act Sharp

Like an edge of a razor slicing into life,

so sharp only a moment could balance it’s wave.

Keep calm at the shore throwing stones to break the mirror,

ripples only tear in momentary digression.

Look around at things really happening, energy being recycled,

hearts calling/ beats drumming.

Visual overstimulation

HD temptation

Nano-Creme’ coffee clouds.

Everything moves slow in consumer land

Stricken with a slower/leaner/faker version of the hour.

Can’t get anything done, still moves it’s slugged pace.

Clawing at your mind’s tomb

Scratch marks fill in as a new dialect.

Pool-hustlin’ eyes push the agenda forward,

Like the world’s thinnest alligator suitcase sliding across Haji’s desk; a special valentine.

Sweet cavities rotting from the root forward, office chair and everything.

Hotel was booked six months in advance but what does that really mean?

It must mean we happen to live a lie,

And accepting truth calls for a reality makeover.

Live, absorb and reflect all as a shining light

Bleed the river cosmos as the note is dictated,

Red only reflects the mood, so let it turn BLUE>

Used to be a John Wayne flick

When customers come in it don’t smell like dogs

He’s the kinda dog, he ain’t never gonna go into your house.

He managed to escape from Westville

They never found him, Carpe Diem.

Welcome to the new storyline,

Light shining from the reflection in some other prism.

We are all just different shapes you know.

Hushed birdsong reaches the infinity point

Rushes brush the bushes for crane’s temporary peace

Swamp stains the window frame of reference

Sitting swing silence lets the source in

Mood swing tropical heat interference.

Lost trumpet calls nature’s next of kin.

Try to rob an honest earned

Forget all shreds forward learned.

Cobblestoned beyond first glance

Heat soaked rain in thirst’s dance.

Fire hydrant kills the vibe let the spirit free upon the grounds

The sounds of birds fly free within the cities’ marble shrouds.

Balcony = Chimney sweep for a followed transaction

Separate the masonic rich from the hand to mouth faction.

Never a dull past or future from here or there towards the moment

Health in dire need of a second combover, yet past due rent…

On second thought one second away always seems so close

Still outside the lines from a thoughtful try in repose

 

My mind is so fucking bored of this language, i’ve been forced to live it my entire life and it fails everyone like money/sex/voting/religion/ and fossil fuels being juiced to leave the fiber rot off into the compost. Symbols offer NOTHING and can all be reduced down to a lonely ?MARK.

 

What is it that manifests with the right mirror?

Does another prevent me from becoming the seer?

Feedback loop that escapes the decent

Or a connection lost in vulnerability spent?

Unsure at this juncture

Just stop searching for answers and outcomes, then the answers and outcomes will just play themselves out,

Ringing in my ears the timbre of the cosmic chord

The rumble of logics sword.

I always find myself right here,

black coffee swirl into the rosetta

eye of the storm equals eye of the single format.

This hologram is getting old, the dust tickles my nose,

and opens my other eyes.

How many more times will I awake in this spiraled dream journal written with a box forming pen?

Round the boxes’ edges to find singularity is easy and natural at once,

hard and misleading without visual arousal.

Break a black hole in the eye of the crema,

ingest the infinite jest of the moment’s universe.

Happy to learn the logic of the day once again via the consumption cycle, EYE EYE>

Smooth and at large

Climbed the white lines

Blueish timbre

Skies with white lies

 

I can’t hear over the sound

As a tendency it surrounds

Hologram? Wait and see

Hologram? We shall see

Forever fall forward infinity

Trapped in the moments vacancy

Trapped in the age of eternity

Trapped at the edge of eternity.

 

Tender matrix mesh nets

Ancient escape routes cross and track

Finding water is a definite sign

Sine wave logic sign language

 

Tomorrow exists tomorrow

Forever an infinite query

Enter in line inside

Ego subject to murder

Eccentricities bleed self

Emotionless sky dynamics rupture neutered mood swings

Hermetic balance swings the hammer first down on the reality time-line

Trapped in the age of eternity

Trapped at the edge of absurdity

Forever enveloped in hopeless hope

Heaping mass project

Protect the guild at mass production prices for the christ

Lexus Lutherian.

My soul hungers for all your love

But my blues is a skinny blues

My spirit burns and floats above

Future painted in the dark no clues

Ain’t nobody else

We the only ONE left

Ain’t no big surprise

Leave desire and despise

Hungry as I may be

I keep thin and sharp see?

Skinny blues all alone

Of spirit and bone

Lights come on and I saw my future as a past/

Composing in the dark spirits they write fast/ If I only knew restless

ghosts act out dreams as reality//  I did know,

letting empathy get the best of me

Ain’t no big surprise

I’m the only one left

Skinny Blues

Cuticles worn and stripped off protective layers

Scaly hand leaves me grabbing prayers

Next in line stumbles with commanding lines

Pieces swirl to mask sense in the steeple air changes flavor light

From the sign,

Pulses through the mood-swollen people, muddy footprints,

Stomp forth from their masters legs.

 

Worn filthy filaments light the way with rusty haze

Goddess scales the walls with fiery eyes ablaze

The final notion notated on her oily back

Way of the deity

Falls from above to harden

Footprints move the evidence through fiction from fact,

Smoke choking the initial pardon.

Burning prints stamped out like inner lights.