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My animal remembers loving you
You’ll know it’s me when I deliver this in a dream,
Then in next day’s memes,
Set free in a playful stream,
3-D agility on the scene.
Last tragically seen, burnt at the seams.
So like Jack’s Magic Beans I’ll start as a mere morsel.
A mouthful weaned, of course, OH!
But your mouth grows as a portal.
I fall in when I roll.
Kundalini ascenscion to light my dome.
Lightning strikes the throne!
History has shown rightly-
Shifting invisible lips
Slip and feed over my skin
Like fey in stilletos of silver pins
Mystery bites nightly
Whispers delight hold tight - and it’s you and me all alone,
Knees bent, head prone, in the Nowhen zone
Shift and climb, 69 is giving mind.
Flowing has shown I’m never alone in my dome
Climbing mountains.
Finding your fountain.
Move your hips all around, kissing every wet spot I found.
When we crest and gush fully, love celestially,
It’s the best of We.
Together in another when?
Perhaps, old friend.
But the first time we unwinded to blend?
We weren’t women and men or even human then.
What can’t be destroyed will reform again.
What I employ is being reborn, in 3 when’s.
What I enjoy is taking by stormwind - the omniversal nexus.
Without rehearsal I’ll lick the center-hole for breakfast!
Hence why I simplify shit
When I crimp and defy
Express in triplicate!
I provide epiphanies to Tisiphone.
I check the collections of Alecta.
I fed the raw meat to Megala between the sheets!
What unfolded was all a blur to me.
Cold flow tribute to 3 Furies.
Rend what I spilled in,
Pen is killing penicillin from mold like Madam Curie!
So I’ll share this space with you.
What you face, I’ll match it.
Take my part without pardon to carve every facet.
Golden egg, we’ll hatch it.
I roll bold and loose and I stole the Golden Goose.
Brought it back for you.
Yeah I mean what I chalk
And that scene I mocked
About Jack and the Beanstalk?
That wasn’t filler-danger-risk-addiction rhyme.
That was imagination-chamber for Mistress hidden out of time.
I advance the notion:
That you and I are chance in motion.
Hold me tight, I need to feel your bite
Have to vibrate at the speed of light:
To slow time down in this zone.
Hack the upward slide of space- meteoric sight:
Grow a vine back home.
Parallel creation beams.
Share a spell, animating dreams.
Mistress sparks bright, fissures hiss through dark of my night.
So I click to her gist and deliver the cleanest.
Twisting ‘til our vine-underlined minds are united seamless!
On the scene we jive.
Resurrectors with means to strive.
Like vectors on steam we drive.
I still respect our team- from between lives!
I missed something in the span, broken.
But even those I dissed for bluffing know this man’s hands stay open
When he stands honest and outspoken.
Listen to this stance I’m scoping:
Mistress and her man were existing as chance and motion.
So when my pen kisses your hand it’s a note within.
Not a beginning or ending but just another loving connection from the Ocean.
Expressing higher in blotter, affection in fire and water like OSHUN!
Blowgun dart, Shogun of this Art but my flows ran slow
When I slammed into a soul I used to know
And started to hem and haw like Chango to YEMAYA!
I’ve shown miles of high-style to fit.
Swerving through shit and turning it liquid.
In the BeforeDark I was a WarShark, Serpent was my PILOTFISH!
But all the while it was just close inspection.
A spirit undercover for detecting.
Self-service is a mind rift.
Humanity united is the paradigm shift.
Seeing the whole on single inspection
Is freeing my roll to tingle these collections.
Loud to fight and mock.
Proud to light the dark.
Clout on all sides to rock!
Because I was locked outside of Pandora’s Box!
We weren’t women and men.
We were tragic willfully taking static and re building free.
We were Magic and Possibility!
If we can honest yield to inner ability?
For Quantum Field Probability?
Mob with agility for perspecti-reclamation
Therein is the REAL “secret method” of probability alteration!
All the prod and dread sentences of High Magick?
Godhead Ascension is a lie, hack it!
Golden Dawn, sold out and moved on.
O.T.O.? So slow in archaic roll, pretending to know
Aramaic to console the gaps they couldn’t control.
Same latent corner-the-method escaping tactics
That the Masons pass and call magic.
But fuck all the call-outs.
That shit’s pedestrian.
Of COURSE those elitists are half-crocked!
Hit `em with equestrians!
Split their lips with horse cocks!
Fuck the call outs: let’s go balls out:
Same magic practices to combine two vines, ascend to a divine level, groove to it.
With tines that bevel like music.
Use it to get ahead and full.
What’s vibratory and passable through our cells?
Like an auditory castle it comes to a spell.
Vibratory vines create high mile-age signs
For other shamans on the same path, we’ve trodden to find.
Twist what is real, between these lines,
Risk and feel, in Dreamtime.
Leave as a meal, the means for the next
Shamans to rhyme in common what we’ve blossomed.
So every so often?
I’ll slip away in the night.
Write abit to set right these mystery bites.
Dance with you in the embers,
Footsteps so tender
Tracing Back in Time to this place.
Wet sand rendered
To display our remembered shared face!
Then in next day’s memes,
Set free in a playful stream,
3-D agility on the scene.
Last tragically seen, burnt at the seams.
So like Jack’s Magic Beans I’ll start as a mere morsel.
A mouthful weaned, of course, OH!
But your mouth grows as a portal.
I fall in when I roll.
Kundalini ascenscion to light my dome.
Lightning strikes the throne!
History has shown rightly-
Shifting invisible lips
Slip and feed over my skin
Like fey in stilletos of silver pins
Mystery bites nightly
Whispers delight hold tight - and it’s you and me all alone,
Knees bent, head prone, in the Nowhen zone
Shift and climb, 69 is giving mind.
Flowing has shown I’m never alone in my dome
Climbing mountains.
Finding your fountain.
Move your hips all around, kissing every wet spot I found.
When we crest and gush fully, love celestially,
It’s the best of We.
Together in another when?
Perhaps, old friend.
But the first time we unwinded to blend?
We weren’t women and men or even human then.
What can’t be destroyed will reform again.
What I employ is being reborn, in 3 when’s.
What I enjoy is taking by stormwind - the omniversal nexus.
Without rehearsal I’ll lick the center-hole for breakfast!
Hence why I simplify shit
When I crimp and defy
Express in triplicate!
I provide epiphanies to Tisiphone.
I check the collections of Alecta.
I fed the raw meat to Megala between the sheets!
What unfolded was all a blur to me.
Cold flow tribute to 3 Furies.
Rend what I spilled in,
Pen is killing penicillin from mold like Madam Curie!
So I’ll share this space with you.
What you face, I’ll match it.
Take my part without pardon to carve every facet.
Golden egg, we’ll hatch it.
I roll bold and loose and I stole the Golden Goose.
Brought it back for you.
Yeah I mean what I chalk
And that scene I mocked
About Jack and the Beanstalk?
That wasn’t filler-danger-risk-addiction rhyme.
That was imagination-chamber for Mistress hidden out of time.
I advance the notion:
That you and I are chance in motion.
Hold me tight, I need to feel your bite
Have to vibrate at the speed of light:
To slow time down in this zone.
Hack the upward slide of space- meteoric sight:
Grow a vine back home.
Parallel creation beams.
Share a spell, animating dreams.
Mistress sparks bright, fissures hiss through dark of my night.
So I click to her gist and deliver the cleanest.
Twisting ‘til our vine-underlined minds are united seamless!
On the scene we jive.
Resurrectors with means to strive.
Like vectors on steam we drive.
I still respect our team- from between lives!
I missed something in the span, broken.
But even those I dissed for bluffing know this man’s hands stay open
When he stands honest and outspoken.
Listen to this stance I’m scoping:
Mistress and her man were existing as chance and motion.
So when my pen kisses your hand it’s a note within.
Not a beginning or ending but just another loving connection from the Ocean.
Expressing higher in blotter, affection in fire and water like OSHUN!
Blowgun dart, Shogun of this Art but my flows ran slow
When I slammed into a soul I used to know
And started to hem and haw like Chango to YEMAYA!
I’ve shown miles of high-style to fit.
Swerving through shit and turning it liquid.
In the BeforeDark I was a WarShark, Serpent was my PILOTFISH!
But all the while it was just close inspection.
A spirit undercover for detecting.
Self-service is a mind rift.
Humanity united is the paradigm shift.
Seeing the whole on single inspection
Is freeing my roll to tingle these collections.
Loud to fight and mock.
Proud to light the dark.
Clout on all sides to rock!
Because I was locked outside of Pandora’s Box!
We weren’t women and men.
We were tragic willfully taking static and re building free.
We were Magic and Possibility!
If we can honest yield to inner ability?
For Quantum Field Probability?
Mob with agility for perspecti-reclamation
Therein is the REAL “secret method” of probability alteration!
All the prod and dread sentences of High Magick?
Godhead Ascension is a lie, hack it!
Golden Dawn, sold out and moved on.
O.T.O.? So slow in archaic roll, pretending to know
Aramaic to console the gaps they couldn’t control.
Same latent corner-the-method escaping tactics
That the Masons pass and call magic.
But fuck all the call-outs.
That shit’s pedestrian.
Of COURSE those elitists are half-crocked!
Hit `em with equestrians!
Split their lips with horse cocks!
Fuck the call outs: let’s go balls out:
Same magic practices to combine two vines, ascend to a divine level, groove to it.
With tines that bevel like music.
Use it to get ahead and full.
What’s vibratory and passable through our cells?
Like an auditory castle it comes to a spell.
Vibratory vines create high mile-age signs
For other shamans on the same path, we’ve trodden to find.
Twist what is real, between these lines,
Risk and feel, in Dreamtime.
Leave as a meal, the means for the next
Shamans to rhyme in common what we’ve blossomed.
So every so often?
I’ll slip away in the night.
Write abit to set right these mystery bites.
Dance with you in the embers,
Footsteps so tender
Tracing Back in Time to this place.
Wet sand rendered
To display our remembered shared face!
Published 7th Jan 2014
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9th Jan 2014 2:03am
oh my!! wow! one doesnt really know what to say after reading something so majestic all you know is that you want to read it again and again :)truly enjoyed
9th Jan 2014 4:32am
Remembering that may just keep me warm for a month. ::bowing:: I am moved that you were able to hear.
29th Jan 2014 7:14pm
for some reason dude i can just continue reading your ink and never get tired of it cause it's all brilliant
//keep it that way//
Peace bro
//keep it that way//
Peace bro
31st Jan 2014 2:59am