TRANSCENDENCE
I'm like the god Adonis
Concocting and dropping honest hypnotic sonnets
Using melodic phonics to open optics
Conversing while dispersing verses on various topics
And I keep most to myself, but share some on the screen electronic
Mostly verbosely verboten words spoken in methods melodic
I deny, yet I defy any promise to astonish
But promise to speak to your conscience
And make you more conscious of the constant wrongness
So I flaunt this dauntless, cognitive gauntlet
Engorged with a flawless hyper-cognitive conscious
I've been called demonic, and a plague bubonic
By those that spake vague of narcotics and other products
But I continue to spin records of hieroglyphic lyrics of Coptic
Sometimes, some lines are sped up to go faster than Sonic
But not super like the man Alien
Appears to be mammalian or even antiquated Sumerian
From an ancient planet Krypton, that got picked on
And as he aged he had his wit on
Not merely a cape to escape the landscape
As another man sedated that drapes, like Mandrake
Who happens to be serpentine in his handshake
He frequently been on a low frequency and bandwidth
That everyone could hear the bands break
I can be theatrically grammatically dramatic
But not elastic in my principles
They help me build up my lyricals
Which some are invincible and others invisible
They make me a unique individual
Although some prose is not seen
On a digital screen by certain eyes
Not meant for serpent eyes
That cause certain hurting cries
So what you see are a part of me
Even when my heart feels hardened
As like emerges to be immersed in hurt, its quite disheartening
Love of rhyme flows through my arteries
Because rhythmic spit quick syllabics are my armory
Some could ignore but others try to be barring me
But their words or bad looks aren't jarring or scarring me
While I'm sparring with jargon see?!
Now although a mixture of ego & meek
I continue to vehemently speak of the wicked elite
Its not a hunch, that they're a bunch of odious occupants
Obnoxiously occupying space
Behind the veil of disgrace
"The elite" are beyond being fond of being traced
All our communications are laced
With micro audio files
While they permeate and hate certain persons awake
They want to sedate or force palliate a pain,
That they themselves will create
So they devised a disguise
To try to blind this guys eyes
But I don’t merely go by sight, but by vibes
And to you I advise
That you & I must coincide
Or you will 'go inside'
No more flowing lies
About the unspoken tribes
So this POET spoke the most potent verboten SIGHS
And so I surmise
That it SHOULD NOT be a surprise
That when a persons cries
And you could equate a serpents and churches lies
That its time to overthrow and recreate with burning eyes
Because the world is enveloped by the ignoble foes
And so I developed local and global vocal prose
So take your notes, 'cause I promote and endorse 'the force'
If some foes composed social shows
Acting and reacting like sisters and bros
But DON’T have your back
When you feel your soul is exposed
And the inner spirit has froze, thus it's disclosed
Because it's closed, THIS close
This poet of homilies, sonnets and prose has enclosed
Snippets and tid-bits of his wit
As he offers the repose for which he never reaped
Although its for that which he sows
And as I travel feeling unraveled rambling in vagrants clothes
This specifically encrypted descriptive script that’s been composed
MUST SOON come to a close
For I refuse fusing truth & lies
Even if my words are computerized
I know they seek to come shoot through the eyes
Because my elite draconian claws has paused
And ONLY come out for 'A Cause'
Like that of the Arawakan & Moors
I'm NOT visually black in the paws
But their banter has made this panther
Become a Warriors banner with the mind of an architect
Better yet, a perfectly methodical logical planner
With an intellectually perpetual scanner
Scanning the spammers and scammers
Whom are like cantankerous slanderous cancer
Thus my slander against the Babylonian hammer
Is merely an insulting resulting answer, to understand her
A grammatical dancer covered in glamour
Embellished by the candid candor
I Am a Walker of Skies that does despise lies
And never hides behind ANY disguise
Neither trying to deny the hearing of cacophonous cries
And as militant minded Commander
I will NEVER chase any face nor try to replace
The distaste of disgrace as HIS GRACE
Has made me the equivalent of The Great Alexander
A lyrical lancer using the power of grammar
To offer solutions and answers
Not lead you to be socially cancerous
Only offering violence and clamors
But BECOME the solution
To the global ignoble pollution
The system of schisms
That’s created derision & destitution
CHANGING ONESELF through enlightenment & humility
Is the TRUE REVOLUTION!
~musse~