Tighten your tims and get ready to climb
Climb to the top of the mountain
Only if you truly seek to drink of the youth fountain
Drop your head into the water and start purposefully drowning
Rise a new guy with your head facing the skies
Dry the tears from your eyes
The old path you walked you must utterly despise
Turn that dial
Change your style
Strange cracked tile
Dripping from my battle wounds venomous bile
Bile to help assist
Shake the blood from your fist
Stare into the light of the sun
Not getting glares but definitely kiss!
Get ready for bliss
Are you truly ready for this?
I’m not the kind you can so easily dismiss
Forget Easter and / or Christmas
Pagan holidays turned into modern day holy days
Check your history
And how Christianity broke the second commandment and paved the way
To the days which would be governed this way
So depraved
Easily got men finanically enslaved
Can you walk the stones of fire that I spit?
Can you understand the Ruach or Nephesh of man will see the pit?
Why would you or any one try to hide the light that’s been lit?
I’m not a man who is dried like the age of Neo-lythic
I’m actually and quite fantastically specific
Speaking, secreting and excreting words that are highly prolific
Mathematically detailed in verbiage that’s quite scientific
Possibly, even evidently futuristically
Unequivocally
Words that are meant to be considered edible
Written in methods to be audible and legible
Like a bachelor who is eligible
Ecclesiastic mentality
Surround sound scenery
Like getting food fed through your vein
Best type of pain
More pain equals so much more of that gain
Know you’re truly alive when you have some level of strain
Life would be boring if every day was sun with no rain!
My mind
I learned how to define in due time
By strict mental and spiritual discipline
My past memories
Trust me
No longer am I missing them
Pass girls of sin I ain’t kissing them
The storm is bringing heavy clouds of darkness
And because the end is so near
God has ordered me to speak with love and harshness
While others detest the best that sits here to write and bless
Poetry vibe can not run nor can it hide
From being the possible bride
Bride of which dines and confides her sins with her one true love
Forget the love of any other
No other LOVE could ever truly love her
This poetic PV
Like the PapillomaVirus
Can’t conceal me nor can she try to hide this
She has grown to despise and even spite this
But that hasn’t stopped me from having to recite and write this
I missed my cue at times
But the clock is now past two
And I now unwind at times
Reflecting
Thinking of past and future rhymes
They both intertwine into their own divine realm and plane
Nearly pushing my brain to becoming insane
Maybe I already flipped
Got so many who got pissed & tripped
Got their verbal glock’s and linguistic clips
Ready to try to fire when they spit
But fire can’t affect something that’s symbolic
Just a pure element and idealistic vision
I spit my thoughts faster than speed with such precision
This is just a raw episode of my heads rapid fire
Tried to be tired but I can not let go of the wire
The wire holds me down
Now listen to the sight of the prism
And see forth the sound of the vision
Written with such exquisite concise precision
Building my hopes to help better your vision
Turn off your television
The television only lies to your vision
Make a decision
And stop trotting around in the "Valley of Decision"!
Just step up and make it
Never look back and try to forsake it
Or your soul will turn solid by metaphorical nitrogen
And I will be forced to then bash and break it
Think about whatever path you’ve taken
Is it worth while?
To continue a longer while
In such self indulgent glamorous style?
I must slightly back track
Since I got off track just a while back
I was ready to point out what I see so many do lack
When I myself lack so much more than many could see
When they themselves are tied to dark black
Darkness of indigo heavens
Sparkling lights from above falling like drops of tears
Causing waves of tidal to over flow into cities like a deluge
This is just a prelude
Of what will happen to you inside of a metaphysical Shekinah cube
Tree of life with a crown on top that lingers
Don’t point at others
Or God will take and break your fingers
I must slow the tone a tad bit
I’m not a bad or rad kid
Just take a stab at it
Although I do get mad a tad bit
Ready to flip it
On the flip switch
Off the switch glitch
Matrix of dreams
Is not coincidental
The new Presidential
Will enter the phase at a faster pace
And not have war coincidental
Listen to the war crimes in your own residential
Our country has collapsed
That should be news that’s monumental
But instead of fear, love or disdain
I will be mocked as a lunatic
Who has instrumentally
And even possibly lost his lyrical mental!
SkTzO