Notik
I’ll gash open my forearm and sail through epiphanies
Specifically, through an ordinary but striking occurrence…
I’ll spit the breeze on lighting and ride through the current
Enticing the sea, but listen…my life’s no deterrent
As I’m guided through this empty pot just dying to stir it
Aligning my courage, guided through fires a furnace
Burns deep within my soul - along with a lion…
Who purrs when its roars been solemnly silenced
In time I’m a servant, never crying but violently searching
Counting away the seconds as my essence retires its purpose…
Reside in the hurt when, my island is corrupted by sirens
Singing songs of simple spells, succulent seductive to eye lids.
But words from a demon can never hold this poet back
I’ll plant stems that store water as my utopia overflows in the cracks…
Bronze
from the hanging gardens, we swear unearthly pardons
bumpin sound thru my harman kardons, dont be startin
with the monster, diabolic astrologic starry night prophet
gazin from the heavens rippin thru with vocal tension
ascention, in and out of 4th dimensions, apprehension
to keep it progressive with newer forms of aggression
receptive, detective paid for protection, armed experts
aresol artworks on brick walls, when Jill falls..........
Jack comes tumblin after, but the rock moves faster
rock slide shifter, death doctor, doomsday room operator
steel iron pit caster, we stay on top, die in laughter
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