August
[Sample]
Okay it’s your mother, I’m just calling to check and see if you got home safe, son, give me a call so I won’t worry, love you, bye
[Verse 1]
When it’s stormy weather, I’m the storyteller
The four o’clock a.m. coffee-starer
Unorthodox sayings, the fortune teller
The astronaut ancient from the orbit nebula
My hands are the rocks paintings, meta-morph into feathers
Before I fly away, I pray my soul to keep
I wake up twice, once to cut off the lights, the other to cut off the darkness in my room before I go to sleep
My nightmares I’m right there, never made me roll in my sheets
It just made the crows at my window start poking their beaks and croc in they calls
Some squall, I’m watching them fall, I rose to my feet
Dead poets beneath, I see them through the fog, froze in the creek, pointing upward like ‘we’ve chosen a priest’
Anointing comfort when my mother’s omens speak
The clairvoyance converts, the atonements are brief
Now all I see is the songbirds during the moments of grief
Then when birds die, they just stay in the sky
Their wings no longer wave and fly, trillions of them way up high
It’s flesh, feathers and bones go as days go by
Stare up at they grave and cry
But our tears fall back in the eyes
Reverse, research, we hurt, we leave earth, as a minister preach at the dirt
We throw flowers like it’s power and showers, then we meet and greet at the church
Sing songs, memories, then someone leads with a verse
We were strong with long history
We treat it like [?] birth, the [?], emanation
The [?], creation, the [?], formation
The [?], action, I can connect the Kemetic correlation
The Ka is like a car, the Ba is like the soul, your god
A set is the death, [?], you resurrect recharged
You evolve then revolve, spoken by the preacher, the priest, the rabbi or the [?]
But that’s religion, this is the solar system, the transition to the ascension
Old traditions from the mathematicians
Magicians with the craft they written
They scientists but they labs are hidden
Hiram Abiff, [?]
From snow, gas to liquid
From Topaz [?], they passed down the image
Along they path they leave remnants so we can reminisce
What I write in my pad is the experience
Accept we unlimited
[Verse 2]
The aborigines at odds with the demigods in the land of Oz
The story entails a girl lost on a trail, Dorothy Gale and her tiny dog Toto in a magical world looking for a wizard somewhere over the rainbow
Young ears close to these fables
From sun flares, I molded an angel
Watch me completely disappear, no remote on the cable
Recalling memories that never existed
Free-falling endlessly, drifting, remembering to forget it
The psychiatrist said the bad weather’s gone so I write my journal with the lexicon, the external hexagon
On my chest is the the cube of Metatron
The ex-users said the methadone I’m on had me seeing leprechauns
There’s sweat in my palms and under my arms are strong
I’ve been watching episodes of Star Trek all morning, all day long while the security guard watches porn
House shoes in a docile mood
I’m going crazy without you
That’s my deja vu
My days without food
I’m in a daze with counsel while you go into the haze from the graves that’s shallow, soundproof
Spiritual in a vehicle car going so fast it sped beyond sight, beyond night
So fast, spiritual vehicle crash into its own headlights
Turning the hourglass like the widow spider that spins the web and slowly threads a life
And this is holy matrimony to wed, bed a wife
You find solitude in this altitude into a molecule
Feels like we vanishing slowly, the planets are ghostly
Looking back at our bodies, how much mileage we used
The noise I avoid, the silence is my school