Parallels

Bright dares, nightmares,
Jet streams, wet dreams,
Deities slide down reams

Personal broadcasting, dispersed from past to future.
It all clings forever, the proof Sir:
Everywhen is now.
Every friend to the Tao?
Sends thoughtbolts out their brow.

Immersed in the mob of chattering?
All the mulch vibrated with a pulse.
Tie what’s related and scope the after.
Fly japes from this rope ladder.

On this frequency of collections,
Consciousness assigned itself to the sequence of questions.
Vibrational stream, animating the scene,
Roaming every playlist, tomes in homeostasis.

Loki was made from this.
Mercenary Minstrel attaching to personal broadcasting.
I’m the result to what all those souls were asking!

1 resilient exclamation,
Filled with 10 million statements,
Brings an unwilling end to the conversation
With ill rhyming placement.

Thus killing darkness with brilliant sparks to mist.
Showering embers, empowering those I mend,
Devouring stems, licking kief off my fingers.
I’m the liquid release bringer.

Bomb what I feel.
And like the strongest steel
I was tooled from abuse.
Unfooled by tricknollegy
Because the pathology
Of mist is too loose.

So I riff as I choose.
Full of truth, but not bulletproof.
No bullshit, even in a noose.
My head is ready to be dead’ed
So pull it through.

I’ll stake my cred before my Creator.
No waiting to mull it, too.
But this life was full of spin,
And though rife with sin,
I won’t take a mulligan!

My cyph was full of grins and fearful shots
Clear and hot as a pool of gin!

Let’s be frank from the start,
Thankful instead of hard, dank and smart
With franken-shards so wankers can depart!

Out of lying hands and into something higher.
Flying span of hunches and plunging into desire.
No more why’s man, jump into the fire!

For mercenary minds so spry
Eagle in the Sky will certainly turn a blind eye.
Making capers slip like Operation Paperclip
So much weight to flip…

Court my rotten sense with the sort of ri-cock-ulous shock so tense.
Want to get more incensed?
Go read the Northwood Documents!
Then tell me what’s in store for us hence!

All fragged çuz of false flags.
Call Loki an optimist
Because he wrote for me a “2 Pops From the Rooftop” list!

Give me an icepick, shiv your whole cyph up quick,
Storming retort, leaving more holes than the Warren Report!

I’m a cartographer who won’t be played.
Mapping how the world is really made.
Check what bothers, subliminate the way.
Assimilated to stay.
Check, check, roger every day.
Can’t expect this father to just pray.

I flow from the din, running sums
So like Odin’s son
I’ll build forward, ill warlord,
Spill like Thor had Loki waterBOARDED!

War in my dome strokes more ardor to implore.
I note this and psychosis blows shit FOREVERMORE!
Like Poe haunted by Lenore
I always know to watch the door.

Crows commenting “Nevermore”
Don’t lay off, çuz that’s the way of Chaos.
Legba’s tethered no more
Says whatever’s in store?
Blessing or Lesson you got to make it yours.

Unknown what’s ahead for sure.
But whatever’s clever, keeps your head out of bad weather.
Set better what life brings
Because everything is everything.

Yuppies broke the world so Loki breaks down pearls.

Have to get righteous with my lifemate and family
Before I can set my cypher on the state of humanity
They all know my japes are culpable
Of fascinating a show
Or ghastly remaking a hater slow

Escalating instead of repulse so
I deviate and resculpt a roll
Like grapes to pulp I’m capable
Of cementing on-the-spot attention
To ferment rotten sense
Into intoxicants!

Flowing rhymes like Roman wine dent the heads of the dense!

Comedown:

Coming on strong to your mom,
Ready to do all kinds of wrongs,
Raise a collage of heat starting
With a massage of her palms.

Million more ways of foreplay
All day long,
To make the sun rise in her face
Like the first dawn.

Turn her on, turn her to jelly
Like a bellydancer in a sarong.
Temperature spikes, she bites her lip
Just right to get me wrong…

Songs extending,
Falun Gong ascending…

Like John Lennon said

“Whatever gets you through the night
Is alright, alright
Do it wrong or do it right,
It’s alright, alright!’