Dailies

“You feel what's real but slow down. You can't keep talking this way. It's dangerous. Don't be magic. Be majestic.”
--Elderly Lady from the Neighborhood

Daily humbling myself, remembering the most I can ever be is me.
Even when I've been larger than life...

Splarge off my strife,
Charge into your cyph,

Flipping the odds and tipping the averages when I rail
Savage tales, ravage like your mom's nails,
Down my spine,

Dragging a scratching line,
Around my chest to impale!
Yesterday I wailed, but found it's best to sail

Coast into clear sense, ocean of experience,
Blessed and wary, feckless when I parry,
Reckless until I'm buried!

Invest and bare, wrecked because I over-care
Check what blares, inspect my tare,
Hecklers beware...

Puns in stacks were lent to me from the Beyond,
I'm gunning flack 'til tension calms!
Graphic blasts, sent from my magic wand

Running tracks drenched in wrongs...
If I wanted a comeback I'd French kiss your mom!

Slaying to prod, what I say is odd?
Don't play it off.
Bet on no fate. Unstoppable brute.

I set the pace, nod and walk through.
Like Killa Priest said “When you pray you talk to God.
When you meditate God talks to you.”

Holding psalms blended with the Unknown,
Unfolding wrongs that tend to get over blown
Rolling to bomb dissenters off my dome

Strolling down the calm center of a cyclone!

A hundred miles later I succumbed to dial-a-prayer
And only got a dial tone!
So I laid up in the cut,

Staying in the zone...
Made my bones stealing the throne!

It's no achievement, just a state of
“Leave me where I'm believing.”
Let my spirit be be-seeding, soul living dank

That's the whole reason I was ever bleating
“When I die remember to be wary and give thanks
Bury me in the riverbank!”

Let every inch of me run home in sediment!
Spinning intimately within my own essence...
Like the Infinite Lesson:
“Instantly put yourself in Heaven.”