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Anthem
Surprising to none
I've been flying high since word one!
Verse defies corporate lies
That advise you to close your eyes
My retort is this rhyme
Energized to mobilize your mind!
Why do I rhyme and smoke?
My mind realigns with every toke.
Unwind with yoga breath never choke,
With such cardio-cerebral clairaudio depth.
Secrets never meant to be kept
Slipped from your unknown ethereal
Spare philohole while you slept.
On a lark your dreams left,
A spark whetted
From iron hooves firing
Where nightmares wept.
So clear only your spirit's stare lingers.
Ghostly daring fingers
Stroking deep into my lungs.
Invoking lethe. Tinge, tingle, repeat
Down Kundalini rungs,
Loosening my lucid tongue,
Releasing each secret pleading unsung.
Climbing the Kabbalistic ladder,
Reminding magic why it matters
In every thought combined and scattered
Into truth nouveau
Like the blue genetic, frenetic mess
Escapee from the Island of Dr. Moreau.
Surprising to none
I've been flying high since word one!
Verse defies corporate lies
That advise you to close your eyes
My retort is this rhyme
Energized to mobilize your mind!
Too many unchosen, stolen, never spoken,
Huddled thoughts to shield
From brightly masticated, tightly elastic,
Sprightly ghastly scoped
Like open gashes under microscope missives
To list frightening tracks
Backsplashing spastic
Like light refracted
Through a prism's crystal tryst
In every kaleidoscopic fireflick I spit.
Wishes combining like DNA's double-helix.
Bliss retiming spraying
Every praying muddled priest's
Hidden reams
Every outlaws forbidden means
Distilled and redefined
Through a mind aligned for crime.
No psychiatric salve
My only manic release valve
Is in sharing the wealth of mental vomit spree
In unerring self honesty,
The cost of a life without compromise
With no pause for the strife
Of harmonized disguise.
Surprising to none
I've been flying high since word one!
Verse defies corporate lies
That advise you to close your eyes
My retort is this rhyme
Energized to mobilize your mind!
Improvising results unknown,
Don't fault what I've shown,
Spinning from the top of my dome.
Riding the crest of potential.
A greater threat after death
Like Komrade Col. Litivenko,
Not uselessly martyred in disorder
But choosing to matter
Past the fallow shadow
Of murder's further border.
Gifting the KGB
Past a generation or 3
Nightmares post mortum they couldn't afford,
Tipping the CIA to oblivious civvies
Wary scares angels can't avoid.
When I disappear the world will know of a new noise.
Assassinate me first
Exacerbate my curse!
Recalculate your family clan since birth,
Come up short by a third.
The world was warned in this verse!
Surprising to none
I've been flying high since word one!
Verse defies corporate lies
That advise you to close your eyes
My retort is this rhyme
Energized to mobilize your mind!
Aftermath:
Sit and laugh,
My wit quickens
Like Charles Dickens
On swamp gas,
Spilled on Gads Hill.
Even had to be disciplined still
In asshole class. A passion for assassins,
Cashing in on fashionable sin
Is where my action begins.
Back in the saddle again,
Now I ride with a prattle and grin.
My pride in lithe battle lyrics begins.
Stature in actualizing tactical results,
Waltzing through cranial lather.
I'll patter you to gasp
If your path gets in my way,
A psychocrass of dismay.
I see ya but only hear onomatopoeia-
Biff! Bam! Splatter!
Split you where you stand when it matters.
Even if you're 7 ft. 3,
I'll take out your knees,
Tai Ch'i Chuan empowered
Like the lined by 3
Parts of the Twin Towers
To internally devour.
Structural crumbling,
Crunchfucked is how you'll be stumbling
From twisting joints
Like missing the point
Of the distraction on every action.
But before the Twin Towers rhyme
Loses its time and turns sour...
Like the rain of deadly glass dust
I'll shower you when I abstain
To steady the vast shards I bust.
Without crass cards in asshole arts
To lust and stare past
When the glassy eyed parts
Dare to stare back, what can you trust?
I've been flying high since word one!
Verse defies corporate lies
That advise you to close your eyes
My retort is this rhyme
Energized to mobilize your mind!
Why do I rhyme and smoke?
My mind realigns with every toke.
Unwind with yoga breath never choke,
With such cardio-cerebral clairaudio depth.
Secrets never meant to be kept
Slipped from your unknown ethereal
Spare philohole while you slept.
On a lark your dreams left,
A spark whetted
From iron hooves firing
Where nightmares wept.
So clear only your spirit's stare lingers.
Ghostly daring fingers
Stroking deep into my lungs.
Invoking lethe. Tinge, tingle, repeat
Down Kundalini rungs,
Loosening my lucid tongue,
Releasing each secret pleading unsung.
Climbing the Kabbalistic ladder,
Reminding magic why it matters
In every thought combined and scattered
Into truth nouveau
Like the blue genetic, frenetic mess
Escapee from the Island of Dr. Moreau.
Surprising to none
I've been flying high since word one!
Verse defies corporate lies
That advise you to close your eyes
My retort is this rhyme
Energized to mobilize your mind!
Too many unchosen, stolen, never spoken,
Huddled thoughts to shield
From brightly masticated, tightly elastic,
Sprightly ghastly scoped
Like open gashes under microscope missives
To list frightening tracks
Backsplashing spastic
Like light refracted
Through a prism's crystal tryst
In every kaleidoscopic fireflick I spit.
Wishes combining like DNA's double-helix.
Bliss retiming spraying
Every praying muddled priest's
Hidden reams
Every outlaws forbidden means
Distilled and redefined
Through a mind aligned for crime.
No psychiatric salve
My only manic release valve
Is in sharing the wealth of mental vomit spree
In unerring self honesty,
The cost of a life without compromise
With no pause for the strife
Of harmonized disguise.
Surprising to none
I've been flying high since word one!
Verse defies corporate lies
That advise you to close your eyes
My retort is this rhyme
Energized to mobilize your mind!
Improvising results unknown,
Don't fault what I've shown,
Spinning from the top of my dome.
Riding the crest of potential.
A greater threat after death
Like Komrade Col. Litivenko,
Not uselessly martyred in disorder
But choosing to matter
Past the fallow shadow
Of murder's further border.
Gifting the KGB
Past a generation or 3
Nightmares post mortum they couldn't afford,
Tipping the CIA to oblivious civvies
Wary scares angels can't avoid.
When I disappear the world will know of a new noise.
Assassinate me first
Exacerbate my curse!
Recalculate your family clan since birth,
Come up short by a third.
The world was warned in this verse!
Surprising to none
I've been flying high since word one!
Verse defies corporate lies
That advise you to close your eyes
My retort is this rhyme
Energized to mobilize your mind!
Aftermath:
Sit and laugh,
My wit quickens
Like Charles Dickens
On swamp gas,
Spilled on Gads Hill.
Even had to be disciplined still
In asshole class. A passion for assassins,
Cashing in on fashionable sin
Is where my action begins.
Back in the saddle again,
Now I ride with a prattle and grin.
My pride in lithe battle lyrics begins.
Stature in actualizing tactical results,
Waltzing through cranial lather.
I'll patter you to gasp
If your path gets in my way,
A psychocrass of dismay.
I see ya but only hear onomatopoeia-
Biff! Bam! Splatter!
Split you where you stand when it matters.
Even if you're 7 ft. 3,
I'll take out your knees,
Tai Ch'i Chuan empowered
Like the lined by 3
Parts of the Twin Towers
To internally devour.
Structural crumbling,
Crunchfucked is how you'll be stumbling
From twisting joints
Like missing the point
Of the distraction on every action.
But before the Twin Towers rhyme
Loses its time and turns sour...
Like the rain of deadly glass dust
I'll shower you when I abstain
To steady the vast shards I bust.
Without crass cards in asshole arts
To lust and stare past
When the glassy eyed parts
Dare to stare back, what can you trust?
Published 28th Jun 2012
| Edited 30th Jun 2013
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