Plagued upon a throne of Kings
A lonely man yearns for his Kin
His robe lavish with gold linen
Upon his hand, a priceless ring

A life exalted by his peers
His energy parallels Seers

His life seemed luscious, oh so grand
To this day, still dreamt by man
Outward looking in, twas wondrous
Inward looking out, ‘twas thunderous

Jaded by the population
Stigmatized throughout the nation
Beckoned by unearthly masses
Reliving the timeless passes

Actions changed the way he felt
Character was lost in doubt
The lust for life was slowly fading
Positivity evading

Hissed and boo-ed by karma
Pouring blood sweat and some tears.
Forced to climb the darkest mountains
Facing deep knit fears

Searching for the sunshine
Brought celestial basking rays
The wormhole was approaching
Turning time into a blaze

Heartfelt thought concoction
Bright conversation soothed.
Analytical distress
Magnifying lewd.

Some prefer to dream big
Living beyond ones means
I don’t want possessions.
Love and truth: they make me keen.

This story is my truth
Living humbly as I sing.
In the land of blindness.
The one eyed man is king.

I influence the young.
Paying tribute to the old.
It’s life’s climactic certainty
That creates and behold Fashion lives within us each.
Let it light the way Shake darkness from your ratchet soul
Expel unwanted weak.

The universe has my interests
Amidst its magic core.
I thank the energy I feel.
This life I do adore.

Kin, it is the answer:
Whether blood, friendship, or love
Let your wings spread freely
Waving Olive Branch laced Doves

LOVE THYSELF for you are beautiful!

Bike the righteous day away
Peddle through celestial rays
Ride amidst the foggy bay
Shining brilliant as we pray

Once realized that you’ll be gone
Tunnels rising will re-awn
They’ll tell a tale that they behold
Episodes will then unfold
Painting silhouettes of old

These will show her beauty, dear
Capturing her essence, Seer
Enhancing life with no true age
The oracle will re-engage

Encompassing electric truth
Sipping swigging fine vermouth
Liquids gaseous state derives
From solid matter as it cries

The answers now
The question’s later
He who asks
Brings forth the crater

Free ones self
Free your mind
Bend upon the unbent lines
Flex the muscle
Toot the horn
Ride the mystic Unicorn

Look within, find the light
Search for liquid at it’s sight
Find the inner brazen core
Crystallized, along the shore

For, Malleable we all are
Constellations. Repertoire.
Insight in the darkest times
Relax yourself, drink some wine

This story tells the time it takes
It is all truth, beware of fakes
My journey is a lesson here
The destinations what we bear.

I tell it to you so beware
Take things slow and ‘always share
This life is precious ,let it ride
Remember Gaea, love her pride

She’s irreplaceable.

Rabbity Babbitty Bibbity Boo.
I saw a bird. It let out a poo.
It was not normal.
It was quite strange.
The birds on the perch.
They began to change.
The beaks they all melted.
The feathers they flew.
Voices took over.
The many and few.
Nations united.
Warriors reinforced.
Epic conundrums.
Straight from the source.
The answer was clear.
The question was not.
Tea kettles boil.
The water once sought.

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Bodaciously grand!

Faded, Faded, Faded.

That’s right.

Faded, Raided, Jaded.

Das right.

Faded, Baited, Crated.

Akrite.

Faded, Braided, Dated.

You know.

Faded, Gated, Elated.

This is it.

Eel Rrag | The Inner Role (Of Humanity)

“Deep TRUTHFUL Freestyle of LIFE” 

I would start a war to ensure infinite peace, but would it be worth it?

I would sew the stitch, that sewed a thousand seams, but would it make my reality a dream?

I would buy the bread that feeds the people of this land, but would it make a difference if it came from his or her hand?

I would adopt the animals of this world that have no home, but would it change the fact that they were homeless?

I would buy the artwork that had no price, but would it be able to be sold?

I would copy a link that could not be pasted, but would it be recorded?

I would listen to the song that has already been sung, but would it be heard?

These are the questions I ask of you. If you could, I’m sure you would too.

Woopty doo! Ya did it!

Hip Hooray! You made it!

Woopty doo! Keep on keepin’ on!

Hip Hooray! Right on!

Woopty doo! You’re the best!

Hip Hooray! Better than the rest!

The light breaks through. Peering out through blips, cricks, and insignificant nothings.

The steam heating system runs as always. The generation of unrestrained youths are being catalyzed. Be the catalytic conveyor of all that is good. make the change and speed up the process.

Wiggle between the wild world of wizards and sit beneath the suns serene song.

Let it bathe in your being.

Etched in the back right corner of the forefront of my adult brain lies the primal beast within. Transformed, like a dungeonous dragon breathing the fire amidst my once torrent and tattered soul, I felt the tip of renaissance reproach like an iceberg rising from the sea.

As the open neutrality consumes my inner morbidity, the culminating truths and exponential waves continue to vibrate within and through out the concurrent channels of pre bought, pre packaged, pre sliced, produce, which condescendingly culminates in the ambient serenity of the sound of the voice that calls my name.

The interconnection of life, the raw materials we consume, and the flamenco rhythms we dance to are all a product of our mere being.

As the world sleeps, I create. When your parents told you nothing happens overnight, they were not referring to my sphere of influence. This iron curtain has been curtailed. Like strings twice chewed on a Nike hoody with little holes in it, this match has been won.

The equation solved. The series clinched. In this ball park, we only sell all beef franks. 100% kosher too. You betta believe it. And yeah…While you’re at it if you could brew some brava beans breifly based in a buliogn, that’d be beautiful. Boom!

Like butta on bread spread thinly at noon. We goin real far. We aiming for the moon. Moon crickets will begin to resonate while dissecting Tao and reinventing both the hear and now.

Resurrect the beat. Consummate the soul. Fertilizing beauty creates more than thrice times four. Seed the bamboo slowly. Wane and whimsically woe. This is the present notion. This is loving and living in the here and now

Snap a bow tie on top. Paint a spring board right below. Bowl the sideways backwards. Irrigate your soul.

Realize all your weaknesses. Recognize what brings you down. Use extraneous energy positively for you are quite the wrecking ball. Sail a summoned tidal wave, slaving for the scent, of every single energetic glowing little friend.

Pound your garlic roughly with a tool made by a man…or take it mortar pestle style, and grind it with a can. Gaea guides us blindly. The sirens tell us so. Rise above the tallest mountains, for the peak has more than snow.

The Himalayas are in hind sight etching out the frontal lobe of this indigenous world. Attaching themselves blindly to memories infused in eccentrically euphoric europesque eccentricity.

This is the style that I choose. This is the style that once chose and now embodies me. Thus, this is here in, which notes the demarkation point of how, what we can and cannot change, just like the is we turn to was and the now we change to later simply “are”.

This blind insight, to those of us who are fair may seem omniscient and wayfaring. To a simple man, this may just be or seem absurd. Or maybe this strange slice of life is the closest to reality you have seen and have yet to observe.

Listen, I don’t claim to have the answers. I do however have the key to the door and the map to lead you there. Shall you choose this wise endeavor, i will be there acting as your guide. If you choose to travel solo, I’ll be there close nearby. The end is just beginning. The middle is already here. The births I give light to are an extension of those who gave me the light of truth and bear the essence of each individuals uniquely untainted unrequited soul,

The power of my mind bewilders those who do not know. Deep down inside my skin there lies a man with friends not foes. Those who knew can see and help to Dave the way. Those who care to know some more ask and I shall say:

Surely sit upon it. Tie it to a tone. Wrap it round the book that’s bound and sing a rhythm sold. Fascinate the fantastique with a wave of gold. Baske under the sunshine’s eternal glorious gold. The earth may be fair weathered. The rite of passage may be one of old. It doesn’t disenchant us. It helps to make us bold.

Glorious in our epic travels. Expediently respawning our reptilian clones. The universe is the only law. The physicality. The basic principle. The applicable mold. Glorious in our endeavors. Expediently regaining the stream of consciousness to and fro. The universe is the only law. Mother Earth please let us go.

Depart from all the sages. Conceive from wisdom old. Tribal love will pave the way. It’s the garlic, you’re the clove. Sautéed your onions smoothly. Chop your carrots cool. We’re living in the here and now. We make all the rules.

Obey. Your. Self.
Be. Yourself.
Do. You.

Respect.

Make it your own. It’s personality. This is who I am everyday. When I wake up this is what I think:

I think about a jug full of water that gets glugged.

I think about the earth and space time continuum.

I talk about the puppy down the street that’s a pug.

I listen to the roses and I pick my own plums.

Get up with a bang. Go down with a roll. Reach for the stars. Spin out of control.

We are quite similar. This I truly feel. We are not that different. Life is quite surreal.

I think that the world is round.

I think that the world is a pound.

I think that the world is bound.

I think that the world is sound.

I think that the world is down.

I think that the world knows beauty.

I think that the world is a cutie.

I think that the world is fine.

I think that the world is mine.

I think that we can all share.

I think that we all should care.

I think that the universe is amazing.

I think that we are all like raisins. 

Looking good.

Looking fine.

Feeling great.

Sipping wine.

I like yours.

Do you like mine?

Share a sandwich.

Grab some pine.

Exit onward.

Flow to be. 

This is life.

Nothing’s free.

The overarching spectrum of innate consciousness seems to have a unique algorithm regarding streamline process. When the quotient of the product dissects the fork in the road, the interrogative factors begin to infiltrate the urban core. This here event is also known as urban consciousness; the path to enlightenment.