Tortured Head

(collab of Bliss and Prophet)


Cranium destructo
gnarled tree limbs
rooted
Cement

Lifted branches, skyward,
Reaching up
and out

Further throughout
Wrangles
Crop top
Eagle head got
Clout
Sir I'm talking to you
Can't you see this grating
Feeling inside won't step
Away
Lay your tortured head
To play
Let us stay
aim these puddles of clay

No, it just won't stay away,
Not today, or any other day.
Thank you sir,
May I have another?
And the blows keep coming
and coming,
Hazed into the brotherhood
Against my best convictions

Alright let's straighten the bow
While the herrings good
and the timing right
the tidings bide
the feathers fly

The trap of
the "civilized" world
draws me in,
offering a prison
of wealth
Yet my wild nature
Screams, cries out,
Howls to be free!
I feel the Wild Man
stirring inside,
shedding light
on the entrapment
of the material plane

Eye gazing
cliffs scraping
seashores
wave crashing
the type set
the fury unraveled

No worries, be in no hurry
Don't give the furies their power
At this hour,
for we have taken it back,
prepare for the attack!

It's all gravy in the navy

Maybe, perhaps, the answer
is wrapped within a riddle
and hidden away
in the far side of a dream