Electric Water

Aftermath:

I wasn't born with a veil over my eyes.
I just grew worn with tales of lies.
In other words Second Sight came from Reckoning. What's. Right.
Spree blog.
Not me, not a cog.
Precog? Just a strategic adaptation. Beckoning. From. The. Fight.
I'm after getting past the cursed shawl of the past.
I find laughter in starting with the Aftermath.
Maybe there's something in the path of rapture
Where the first shall be last?




I'll dance a jig- as is my druthers.
Then seduce Glen Danzig's “Mother”!

Farming grooves to spin.
Those harmed by illusions
I suppose get alarmed by my solutions?
Oh. Fuck. So? I'm an Agent of Karmic Retribution.

Surely this hunch was spearing
the Mind murder you brought in,
Dirty bunch of fearing
So you hurled “Caution!”,

Whenever I was wordy and crunched peerless to please
Steering shots in,
Can't swerve me so you punched ears
With social engineered flotsam.
36 months of hearing my pearls were rotten.

Never won an argument with me.
So you went on to splarge the essence of we.
Bask in your reverie some,
Static tasked to never run,
Just practiced axe'ed my nethersum,
Justified those fly-by belittlings,
Disguised behind eyes flitting.

Why did I unwind this riddling?
I got past graphic clever stuns
When I finally got fast to your bluffing gun
“It's not just me, GO ASK EVERYONE!”

The more you coddle liars the more your model gets tired.

Feel burned when I buck my essence, tumescence glistening?
Steel turns, learn to fucking listen.
I shear war and sheeple
And hear more in my sleep, yo...

Then get to re-flowing, re-growing, re-shown in tomes,
Reflecting the moans interred,
Faceless her,
But always inviting, biting,
Stirred.

No matter my situ my patters fits to
Scatter blitz and blues.
What lasts purring? Fast? Undercurrent.

I've been feeling the stream in and out of dreams.
The deluge of discord,
Like a fugue opening with 6 chords,
Huge Kraken in port!

Mother Nature made a play to overtake this animator there...
Blend and employ to turn this creator.
When will they learn not to toy with nature?

It's within mine to dance and rhyme,
Hands open, kicks interloping,
Knees left open,
Switch-sweep to hitch the feet...

Wasn't fucking around when I flowed complete way back in
“Size of the Bark, Depth of the Fight”...
What steeze and rise must spark to cleft and bite...

But knees and eyes and dark lefts to re-write...
Stand aside while I re-transcribe...
I stand only 5...
And 8...
So since 15 every mixed scene,
Every lick I've seen,
Every kick clean,

Spin my groove...

Win or lose,
Every fighter has jiggered my spree,
Been bigger than me,
Got re-configured into a strategy
To re-vision, reverse, spin back out unrehearsed...

So tracking timed attacks blind,
Running to backrhyme to the line

It's within mine to dance and rhyme,
Hands open, kicks interloping,
Knees left open, switch-sweep
Free hoping to hitch the feet...

Don't bitch just cuz I'm indiscreet!
Switch it up on my feet and stance?
Comes completely by chance.
I only came in here to dance...

You fuckers put the itch in my pants!