Today and Now

Thank you for just getting me.
For always taking a chance, even more than romance…
No future planned except for the times we can hold hands.
You spark so much of my fire, even the dark side gets higher, have to keep releasing…
Just to keep it easy breathing when it's just us pleasing.

Pirate Queen warned me about you, but Pirate Queen warns me about every woman who looks vice or swipes right at me.
Still, credit due, because everyone warned me about her too, and still I told them

“Yeah? Fuck you; fuck your advice too. Watch me do this my way, and don't ever fucking talk about her like that.”
Such is life and it’s like that.
Often with no take backs.

“Movin' on is a chance that you take
Any time you try to stay together
Whoa
Say a word out of line
And you find that the friends you had
Are gone forever
Forever”

Spill some soul, Billy Joel, you know how we do,
Yet Pirate Queen remained true. Sometimes it's a buccaneer who can most see clear.

Yet I kept getting told “You’re taking this too far. Slow down. This isn't L.A. You're not from here.”

Admonition = control. Reframe = hostile escalation. Ad hominem of origin argument = punk ass bitch move.

“You're not from here.” Is how fuckers who can't relate? Disrupt...
Hate up, remake your joint and mission to pinpoint vision like a reversed 10 of cups!
They can all face a fast plate of rusty dust. Let fate and tetanus do the rest on trust, call it justice for just us.
That’s just what’s up

So bloody indignant, heels did dig in.
So muddy and belligerent.
(Wrestling with pigs.) Testing my jib, resting on remaining ignorant on their feet.

Like growing up L.A. somehow makes a person ill aware of their meat, shit all to share over the beat, blank stare on most streets, unprepared and incomplete, anywhere else an easy defeat.

But back to the silk over my meat, the funny side of dark that sparks it sunny,
Milk from teats, honey… from nauseous bees, obnoxious release of treatises for real shit that bleeds like these...

Sweet dreams are made to be
Who am I to never miss what I see?
Unravel the world and delved into the seas

Bespelled to be free, all day everyday flowing to astound
I got it pencilled in for me to slow down, shut up and conform…
On the twelth of never!

Whenever, wherever...

Because Noah came up hard, raised in a state of discard, violence wouldn’t lay off so chaos claimed my heart, never silent, Loki came in to teach the science of maiming art, and what remains departs as dreams of the beast. Steam release is what emerges from the dismembered feet of rivals turned to puddles, muzzled and suicidal upon my arrival.

Fuckers tried denying the Way, played by their own matrix
Deprived of of the Whole Groove, the Roll Through, the Soul Food, the Role We Choose, the Toll that Abused…
Too much entitlement meant grown children couldn't find this sense…

But I wasn't just flying high to slay shit, I was reminded constantly of why I was sent this way to fix.
So I filed away observations, minus the abasement of “My beliefs didn't make it. Why is this?!” or any other confirmation bias
I learned to ride this, the object being keeping my mental palace well kept
Self inspect by Logical Fallacies check.
Burn up my own indignant mistakes and ignorance and face it hard
Learn to adapt and discard. Darwin gets the last laugh?
I'm past that, pulling his card, call it my play
All day, everyday. Obsession with self-inspection, but empty it all
Reflection is only lent to me. Freestyle = Never fucking stall
What's innately heard I call

Burn the herd, but protect the people. Learn to separate the real from the sheeple.
So what's lent to me for lore, instinctive skill and more, bent to serve whatever and what for….

When reforged in my core, regrow from mindfulness, infinite potential in store
But what takes place in that stellar forge
For all it’s force, serves more than screwy euphony
Such as “Cellar Door” slipped in for the mutiny
Of my flow, mind returns to what burns my force
Like Poe’s aching reminder, “Nevermore!”
Blues out of time keep me from rest,
Whether stress or ardor…the latter preferred,

But no matter, either way I stay stirred
Returned to now and interred
In fixing what occurred in a baaaaad fucking future I implore
Suture humanity is what I was sent for
Changing plans, prevent wars, naked pagan redirect a crooked nation, straighten our course before I become right again in 2044!

Or is FutureMe just a meditative label? A way to be sure and see without getting unstable?
Clairvoyance lent tracks? Or from 2044 sent back like Cable?
Wrenched from the Creator’s table, twirling cures innerred in a whirlwind of verbs
Words giving thoughtform action to my passion, when unfurled
Turning to all sides of the world like a wren to a wrable,
Smoother than Clark Gable, Loki escaped from the Fables,
Unable to stop chewing nails and spitting slag
Unstoppable Tao and deities fragged
Cain crawling the land, mopping his brow with an Abel skin rag
Wait’ll shit really gets out of the bag
No more ills that lag, by my will I re-run every picture
Lingerie ripper so distilled my tongue drips 200 proof liquor!
Groove and jig quicker, sipping from the Big Dipper,
Self-made knave never made it as a knight,
Turned hard left, too much “Whatever, homie!” to do right
Not proud of it, but certain, also stole the Shroud of Turin, wore it as the crest on my chest
Never cared to be the best, but I always carry an extra 20 tons of firebreath
Wired in from the sun to my iron lungs
So hours of cunnilingus can run without passing out from
Overloading on sips of glee, following the road to epiphany!