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Sktzo
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AWAKENING MINDS

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¢H€MI¢@L €NGIN€€R

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¢H€MI¢@L €NGIN€€RING

 

Born in a space station asylum

Screaming & wiling

From a quiet riot and a silent titans sirens

Of various nefarious items

Climbing the climate like a pilot

Trioptics opened and potent, not eyeless

But most sight from my 'central iris'

No more a bore or crying phylum, but a flying lion

Courageously compiling vices as a virus like ancient Cyrus

No touch golden, but beheld the beholden

As I began holding

Not scolding, my potent focus

Not hocuspocus, but locusts provoking

As an old soul had once spoken to his opponents

Internal components, atrophy as a malady in rodents

So I inhaled new life as I choked, on an Ibuprofen

That caused me some soul necrosis

So I sought for Gnosis like Moses

Now the sobbing god with a platinum plated iron rod

Is in my hemoglobin, so take notice

I chose to be awoke with broke bliss

Thus I speak, what was once spoken by the olden folk

Now I seek for 'Eternal Soul Henosis'

And god knows this

And my diagnosis, is a misapplied emotion

Thus I wrote this

To no longer be a cold soul or nebulous ghost floating

Kind of amorphous, as I've been morphed by my own endorphins

Thus I can breathe life, or cough up coffins covered in golden potions

So sip on the potent potion but don’t choke on a higher dosage

Or your soul will get swollen from your throat to your colon

No cologne you own, will hide the aroma

Of the Dead Sea, or rotten fish in the ocean

The mind is an abysmal liquid state of higher consciousness

Time to resign or keep your mind aligned with an optimists cognitive

Consciously communicating rhythmic diction to the populace

Its obvious, I've got lingual incontinence and dominance

A feature dominant that stands in prominence

Showing you and those through sonnets and prose

But my purpose and exerted worth

Is seen across screens as written documents

Now Im synonymous with anomalous

Yet an anonymous optimist

Awakening those friends or foes stuck in somnolence

Thus I exert verses toward inert persons

And as I converse, make them see their worth

And for what it's worth.. you too are designed to climb yet serve

 

But I wonder as I rip asunder through vocal thunder

If as you read you could hear my voice as static noise?

Do you hear perfect placidity covered in poise

Or a voice that angers and annoys?

But anyhow, I humbly bow

As I use a trowel to rip through bowels

Persuing the use and even abuse of consonants & vowels

For nearly, sacred matrix hatred has been breathed sincerely

As even Satan and his contagious agents could hear me

But they could NOT truly peer but ONLY cause Tears 4 Fears

Yet NOW my flesh rests on this planet of havoc

But my mind is transparent

And apparently from you is LIGHT YEARS

No longer do I fight peers on a lighted pier

So despite the fear, I take flight to fight with light contrite

So perk your ears, as more perps hear

While even beguiling serpent persons cheer

So to those whom I hold dear, I mold tears and create toxic fume

No old me exhumed, even if presumed

For he was buried and by maggots consumed at noon

The day after the blood moon had resumed

 

Yet now I look around at what was found

And now even adjectives and pronouns are compounded by nouns

So take a laxative to cause you laxity

Get thee behind me, or get the hell in back of me

No more lacking, or slacking

But I speak and intuitively begin smacking

Bricks cracking as I spit on tracks while cracking

And snapping backs with a snap-back to back

And for whatever certain persons thought I lacked

I eventually came back with infamous tact and facts

And nothing wack is exerted and that’s a fact

Not all is white or black

But grey exists, if you persists or even resist in the midst

This mister misses his miss, so don’t dismiss his lisp

But as I grasp and try to make time elapse as I clasp

Then inhale deeply to gasp at chaff

A word chef expecting nothing but the best to express

Using intellect, dialect and I will 'die to let'

Despise the threat to try to fret

I compete and can not forget

To forge tete, not engorge debt

My lips glisten as they get more wet

I'm a cold sore, in a cold store

Spitting more on the floor or store counter

But you cant counter attack, what you fear to encounter

 

Hence, these very words spoken

Have unfolded like a scroll of a lost soul

And is awoken from being dead croaking

NO more joking about potent

But provoke and invoke the omnipotent

Instantaneous muscle and dermis growth subcutaneous

NOTHING no more, is restraining us

And no more complaining of the reign of pain a must

'Cause I've had it contained when I reined in the strain

And now my brain is a multiplex

So I now easily more than feasibly

Traverse universes through multiverses

Exerting antiquated yet sedated hurt & earthly dirt

From persons and churches

No longer concerned what the worm is

But disconcerted because my heart is burning

And my soul is churning to discern the workings of CERN

So no more emotions are floating, in what I wrote in

Because in every word are worlds unfurled

Not a flag or grenade that’s flag

But try not to brag about being Damien the damned omen

Check the prose composed

As it flows with such repose like the ocean

 

My calm and lucid druid dreams are timeless

So don’t mind this, poetic pirate

As I steer multiple gears of my flying ship to my island so quiet

Because I've triumphed

Its now time for the mindless to rewind this

And maybe, recognize that they are the contagion

But I'm the antivirus

And I'm injected into your sinus or iris

But many times I'm ONLY seen on a screen

Or seen as Thoths tablets of papyrus

So now my 'scope is gyrus', even gyroscopic optics

I now end the topic with wordy objects

To open optics without burning sockets

I'm headed back to my word craft carrier

To begin reloading my iconic iconoclastic rockets

 

~musse~

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Ezell-Dazh says:

💯🔥🔥🔥 Well deserved this Honor to converse with a worthy wordsmith. Most certainly worth it.

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