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Feelings Linger from Healing Fingers
Feelings Linger from Healing Fingers
All I do is dance.
Call it true, my stance.
Brawl or spit steel?
I’m just extending what I feel.
Enemies fall at my heels.
Ripped all sorts of strange
Rearranged and stitched
Zzzzzzzip! I trip my bliss to bust disgrace
Rocking logic maces to coddled faces!
The Tao zooms fast
And like Chow Yun Fat, I erase what needs to be replaced
Real shit is revealed
Like the squeal of a street racer’s wheels
Mangled with grace, call it a cannibal’s buffet
Re-angled for the Way
Walking away
I leave them to wail
Steel rivets?
I give it for every storm
Like hatchets to hail!
No warnings to quake dumb fucks
My firebombs are like bad morning wake ups in jail!
No struggle to make up what I entail
To strafe
What I step to erupt?
I don’t even EXPECT to disrupt.
But just check what’s up?
My fail-safe.
There’s ALWAYS something on view
Something wrong to respond to.
And if everything held back?
From tethered in the wind
Swelling red silk linens?
Weathered within
This hellion’s head
Spills fast?
Then every headwave crashes!
Those ill stories are past swimming
Like crimson tide micro-organisms out by the zillions
Whether opinions on rimjobs and grim mobs
Or spinning rims on Caddies not worth it to rob!
I’m in for the infinite win!
And the ONLY looming perch
For this Unrehearsed Universe
To be fitting in
Whittling by a Zen-Spin
Outlaw of Unmention
Blooming first
Is the Cooper’s Curse.
Stick with me fast, slick Kitty Kats. I’ll wrap up this riddle in a little, just around the next wonder…
Like Ray Bradbury’s Distant Thunder
“Stay. On. The. Path.”
In other swerving words, stick with me fast.
I never know where I’m at, but I run whenever
Future to past
It wasn’t a blooper I dispersed
The Cooper’s Curse
Well, I just now made it up.
Doesn’t mean I can’t stay gnarled
This unpardoned artist is like Ray Charles
I just now made it up so I’ll play it by touch!
Listen as such:
Experience is the best teacher.
So the appearance of changed features…
Like the mapped reaches of neurons peaking
Popping off
Spots all over the body--
Never dropping when the thought rocks freely
Bliss held
Like being welded
From my naughty oddities
Evolves the reaches
Whenever a “Solve-It” meets
Scampering sprees for fantasy
Rhythm in riddled bits for physical blitz
Opinions finished, revealing the why’s behind feelings.
No disguise
When the universe inside
Bust flows
Thrown whimsical to ride
Like the image given by a grinning primitive
And his ground up bid
For the sound of “This is IT!”
(Zooming on this place,
This is assuming the caveman has the grace
Like my strafe-war
To hold a place
In his heart for Faith No More)
(Blunder verbs, in other words, visit “Epic” if you haven’t swerved to this or heard such yet. Faith No More: Epic. Just fits.)
The most consistent victors
Always clicked to stir with the most ridiculous pictures
When first introduced to the mixture
So for one Universe to seduce a blizzard?
Must mean each hacked up gabbed bit
Of every last facet
Sutures the future to the past and YET
Declares war vast on yesterday
Blessed with wisdom from what we left
To face today
Nothing hidden or left to chance
Every vision blesses the dance
Nothing mythical when taken
So still just a jest-a-riddle?
Or the best of the metaphysical?
Every action I take is with equal passion from the moment I wake
Hence the aspiration to create
Every scene this Pirate Rake
Is inwards trusting
A sinner gushing
For the musky air that clings
I’m never bluffing
When the Divine Spinner awakens
And keeps uniquely sharing to me each of her tomes
My beastly pheromones
Eat through the walls of the zone
Like they could reach through while I fall
Like travelling astral
To break bones and maul your dome!
Or just crawl on home
To a warm spot somewhere
To share and call our own
The neuron route complete
From my “Chance Everything Mouth”
To my dancing unfettered feet
I’m throwing out the hurdling math
From my own neuron map
Anti-hero mercenary miracles
Run spherical
To share
What clerical
Monks don’t dare.
To be upfront and bare
Maybe they just don’t care?
But fuck it, this nerd hurdled the math
Dispersed the map
And warned you first
Like Bradbury had
“Stay. On. The. Path.”
Stick with me fast, slick Kitty Kats. I’ll wrap up this riddle in a little, just around the next wonder…
No blunder
In case you wondered about the free mix of my spree
Running 360 degrees
Throwing cards and hard bars
Flowing with every shard
This gnarled, unpardoned artist
Stacks worlds related, awakened
Straightened
Into slats to stack and wrap fast
With an iron band
Firing from my hands
Circles to hurdle when I overstand
To wrap up on the rap to expand
And link everything into one span
No risk in flowing spherical
DON’T MISS and there will be NO PERIL
Cooper’s Curse, Universe dispersed:
A cooper is an artisan who makes BARRELS.
Circle of iron
Hurdling what I’m firing.
Lining the path
Mind like a steel trap
Rusty and illegal in 37 states
Trusty and regal for 11 escapes
Bust flows like a Desert Eagle
Leaving holes big enough to hold a grenade!
Aftermath:
Flowing tracks to reveal
Going back to steel
So… to… weld…
What hides in dropped missions
Divided with kaleidoscopic vision
Vibes rocking intuition
Tides coast in,
Ocean exploding from a shore to be kissing.
Relaying vast,
When waves crash--
Notes of everything’s that been missing.
Such is the little thing
Of Universal Superposition
Romping and mixing this
With Quantum Physics
The rapture for which you’re hearing this
Is a saturated experience
From every spell to bring
Bell to ring mirroring bliss
Near to exist?
Over the shoulder I spill
Because I over-fill
The very bubble of my experience.
If only to be untroubled because near the end of any sentence
Could be the rending of my existence.
Unruly, unmuddled to spree, untroubled by Quantum Cosmic Bullies!
I’m stomping to blossom on each day fully!
The introduction of one universe to another
Spin and induction with what’s looming to shudder!
Superposition isn’t a swoonish wish
I’m a schooner without a rudder!
Seduction is an accident in matching this!
What’s warming from bolder will
Forming from overfill?
I just roll, it spills…
Sometimes leaves inside a grain…
Like when the tide wanes…
Slipping back…
Ocean met the shore to be kissing what was missing
And the waves tripped to the black
Collapsing universes stack fast
But sometimes leave something to last
I run blind believe in what I can’t grasp!
All I do is dance.
Call it true, my stance.
Brawl or spit steel?
I’m just extending what I feel.
Enemies fall at my heels.
Ripped all sorts of strange
Rearranged and stitched
Zzzzzzzip! I trip my bliss to bust disgrace
Rocking logic maces to coddled faces!
The Tao zooms fast
And like Chow Yun Fat, I erase what needs to be replaced
Real shit is revealed
Like the squeal of a street racer’s wheels
Mangled with grace, call it a cannibal’s buffet
Re-angled for the Way
Walking away
I leave them to wail
Steel rivets?
I give it for every storm
Like hatchets to hail!
No warnings to quake dumb fucks
My firebombs are like bad morning wake ups in jail!
No struggle to make up what I entail
To strafe
What I step to erupt?
I don’t even EXPECT to disrupt.
But just check what’s up?
My fail-safe.
There’s ALWAYS something on view
Something wrong to respond to.
And if everything held back?
From tethered in the wind
Swelling red silk linens?
Weathered within
This hellion’s head
Spills fast?
Then every headwave crashes!
Those ill stories are past swimming
Like crimson tide micro-organisms out by the zillions
Whether opinions on rimjobs and grim mobs
Or spinning rims on Caddies not worth it to rob!
I’m in for the infinite win!
And the ONLY looming perch
For this Unrehearsed Universe
To be fitting in
Whittling by a Zen-Spin
Outlaw of Unmention
Blooming first
Is the Cooper’s Curse.
Stick with me fast, slick Kitty Kats. I’ll wrap up this riddle in a little, just around the next wonder…
Like Ray Bradbury’s Distant Thunder
“Stay. On. The. Path.”
In other swerving words, stick with me fast.
I never know where I’m at, but I run whenever
Future to past
It wasn’t a blooper I dispersed
The Cooper’s Curse
Well, I just now made it up.
Doesn’t mean I can’t stay gnarled
This unpardoned artist is like Ray Charles
I just now made it up so I’ll play it by touch!
Listen as such:
Experience is the best teacher.
So the appearance of changed features…
Like the mapped reaches of neurons peaking
Popping off
Spots all over the body--
Never dropping when the thought rocks freely
Bliss held
Like being welded
From my naughty oddities
Evolves the reaches
Whenever a “Solve-It” meets
Scampering sprees for fantasy
Rhythm in riddled bits for physical blitz
Opinions finished, revealing the why’s behind feelings.
No disguise
When the universe inside
Bust flows
Thrown whimsical to ride
Like the image given by a grinning primitive
And his ground up bid
For the sound of “This is IT!”
(Zooming on this place,
This is assuming the caveman has the grace
Like my strafe-war
To hold a place
In his heart for Faith No More)
(Blunder verbs, in other words, visit “Epic” if you haven’t swerved to this or heard such yet. Faith No More: Epic. Just fits.)
The most consistent victors
Always clicked to stir with the most ridiculous pictures
When first introduced to the mixture
So for one Universe to seduce a blizzard?
Must mean each hacked up gabbed bit
Of every last facet
Sutures the future to the past and YET
Declares war vast on yesterday
Blessed with wisdom from what we left
To face today
Nothing hidden or left to chance
Every vision blesses the dance
Nothing mythical when taken
So still just a jest-a-riddle?
Or the best of the metaphysical?
Every action I take is with equal passion from the moment I wake
Hence the aspiration to create
Every scene this Pirate Rake
Is inwards trusting
A sinner gushing
For the musky air that clings
I’m never bluffing
When the Divine Spinner awakens
And keeps uniquely sharing to me each of her tomes
My beastly pheromones
Eat through the walls of the zone
Like they could reach through while I fall
Like travelling astral
To break bones and maul your dome!
Or just crawl on home
To a warm spot somewhere
To share and call our own
The neuron route complete
From my “Chance Everything Mouth”
To my dancing unfettered feet
I’m throwing out the hurdling math
From my own neuron map
Anti-hero mercenary miracles
Run spherical
To share
What clerical
Monks don’t dare.
To be upfront and bare
Maybe they just don’t care?
But fuck it, this nerd hurdled the math
Dispersed the map
And warned you first
Like Bradbury had
“Stay. On. The. Path.”
Stick with me fast, slick Kitty Kats. I’ll wrap up this riddle in a little, just around the next wonder…
No blunder
In case you wondered about the free mix of my spree
Running 360 degrees
Throwing cards and hard bars
Flowing with every shard
This gnarled, unpardoned artist
Stacks worlds related, awakened
Straightened
Into slats to stack and wrap fast
With an iron band
Firing from my hands
Circles to hurdle when I overstand
To wrap up on the rap to expand
And link everything into one span
No risk in flowing spherical
DON’T MISS and there will be NO PERIL
Cooper’s Curse, Universe dispersed:
A cooper is an artisan who makes BARRELS.
Circle of iron
Hurdling what I’m firing.
Lining the path
Mind like a steel trap
Rusty and illegal in 37 states
Trusty and regal for 11 escapes
Bust flows like a Desert Eagle
Leaving holes big enough to hold a grenade!
Aftermath:
Flowing tracks to reveal
Going back to steel
So… to… weld…
What hides in dropped missions
Divided with kaleidoscopic vision
Vibes rocking intuition
Tides coast in,
Ocean exploding from a shore to be kissing.
Relaying vast,
When waves crash--
Notes of everything’s that been missing.
Such is the little thing
Of Universal Superposition
Romping and mixing this
With Quantum Physics
The rapture for which you’re hearing this
Is a saturated experience
From every spell to bring
Bell to ring mirroring bliss
Near to exist?
Over the shoulder I spill
Because I over-fill
The very bubble of my experience.
If only to be untroubled because near the end of any sentence
Could be the rending of my existence.
Unruly, unmuddled to spree, untroubled by Quantum Cosmic Bullies!
I’m stomping to blossom on each day fully!
The introduction of one universe to another
Spin and induction with what’s looming to shudder!
Superposition isn’t a swoonish wish
I’m a schooner without a rudder!
Seduction is an accident in matching this!
What’s warming from bolder will
Forming from overfill?
I just roll, it spills…
Sometimes leaves inside a grain…
Like when the tide wanes…
Slipping back…
Ocean met the shore to be kissing what was missing
And the waves tripped to the black
Collapsing universes stack fast
But sometimes leave something to last
I run blind believe in what I can’t grasp!
Published 13th Mar 2013
| Edited 27th Mar 2013
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13th Mar 2013 12:57pm
So many great lines this is meant to be spoken almost yelled into faces I love it. A lot of passion in the words....well freaking done Loki
26th Mar 2013 3:39am
Thanks for the listen Nikki. It always feels like there are certain pieces that are imbued to link, to reach like bridges. When another firespitter like you can hear the work, then I am thus filled with faith! Thank you!
