Stay On

When every sentence is sense spent
Then getting bent is a dissenters song
I was sent to bring this along

Vernacular stacked to stir, uncage what’s pure
Pages unfurled interred strong
Responsibility for a bigger world to stand on

Real delivery to every him or her all day long
Is why we say “Word is bond!”
Reminder to the righteous not to bite what’s wrong.

It's Loki of Literati so what’s good?
Every severed connection sutured
Words heal the future when used as they should!

Groove like bamboo, eternity wood
Maximized vasodilation, no refractory period, always good…
Oh wait, other kind of wood, overstanding that

Not tantra but adaptation answers
Scampering through the graveyards of a million minds
That's where I laid cards, feral handle on Tarot landmines

As in archetypes form from associated bonds of fundamental knowledge and common links
What blossoms when we think
Thoughts adrift, will o’ wisps, power slips, spreads ever unwary, stream of consciousness tributaries

Never let the mind get parked
Indeed
Riffing off breeze bound seeds

Because some flowers only bloom in the dark
Stare into the unknown parts, zoom close enough to find quarks
Start to spill, vision distilled

Feel my ills, steel quill held to helicopter blades
Just to shower sparks
Blindly open, Divine Ocean, playing every wish

Angel fish? I'm a seraphim shark
Striving for keeps, diving to the deepest reaches
Where quantum probability releases

And symbols adorn creation storms
Like deciphering the rebus from cuneiform
Life teaches each spot and heartbeats drop where thoughts are born

What’s the true form of a unicorn?
Fantastical oral frets, metaphors invest
And all possible courses expressed digress

Dispersal vast, omniversal paths, it all occurs
And blurs within these tracks
The playlist is a collection I’ve dived in

Data compression at the event horizon
Remixed to fit licks with rhythmic timing
Fecedia, that's what I’m climbing

Headrush, not nebulous but finding
Every nebulae’s silver lining
Where timeslips, that's the mindtrip

Rhyme just rips parts within
Distinct riffs split, ink missives, listed in the margins
Subtext makes my gist unpardoned

But that's all part of the art I’m on
Disturbed and calm when the world dawns
True sense as the blueprint begins

When you're sure enough on your feet
To regard your speech as a magic wand
Practiced every second…

On inspection that's why we say
“Word is bond!”