I invade your mind(Venomous Vice transcendence)

Cigarette smile a widening beehive on her lips
Smoke running like grey blue sickness into her spectacles
Making them rosier, fickle eyes watch whiskey waiting to be sipped
Carelessness unbuckles and rips and spills into cuddly bursts of chuckles

The patch of yellow cancer bubbles on the table
Ash burns down like time
join the party, brother are you able?
just one glass of wine

I the addiction lurk in every alley
Rustling up enough narcotics to hustle your folly
I become dawn light, bloodshot eyes, the toothless homeless man's cry
I stand on the limits of a ghetto and ready myself to poison your mind

2am sun shining out elephant rays, light waning and whining
It's fate, not too late to learn how to rap at the waist high gate
I've made a sound attempt to penetrate your mind
Great, I'll use it as a kind of trampoline or a toy that inflates

Popularity looking for a concept, has never won in avoiding me yet
You a lonely animal, me your blood lusting screaming rhyming vet
None of my pet shortcomings will I ignore shirk or regret
I'm thumping like heck in your blood destination brain, quickly up your neck

Let me have a piece of that swollen feast of a thinking machine
Let me be the tenant, I'll pay the rent and keep the place clean

No sight of cancer in your bulge
No leaks or indulgences in the sewer pipes
I'd be your press secretary no scandals to divulge
I'd be your thoughts, your sort, your type

Your crutch to hold, a subtle blight, your soul bought, your rose toned sight
Life lessons untaught, warm embraces cold, days painted...
with heavy brushstrokes of night that add up to nought

(Addiction destroys us all)

The dark house

The dark house where Jeremy lived
No lights and no door handles
Just sunsets through open walls
candles keep it lit but ghosts walk it's halls

Through the old concrete
As abandoned as I used to feel
As dark without power
As poorly maintained and unwilling to heal

people don't want things that are not cared for
things left in the dark
For ghosts gather momentum when ignored until
they prey on us like sharks

Love of prachurata

Love of abundance
Love of god
Leafs fall in autumn
Leafs sprout in spring

Inside my words is an oblong thank you
Hidden in here, a tiny piece for you
Most for the abundance
the push and pull creator

There's a recipe
A hot fire you need to stoke
There's a few bad habits you see
A good number I broke

Every day it grows
grey skies or blue
My thank you flows
accumulating love and truth

Greed bumps and distracts
Pumping up ambition
but generosity never lacks
Never blinds me from my mission

Smoke it away

You seek their fortunes in all the wrong places
behold, freedom and vitality not a trace
Desperation upon your faces
In and out of your induced confusion disgracefully

Every vice a tangled python you blindly feed
Your whims and wants betray that sacred need
Your freedom forfeit like an infertile seed
Into the herds a freshly licked smile

Predictability, my pleasure sheep and rabbits
Behold your complacency and shallow habits
They rule you as grand chariot racing masters
You ignorant fools dumbing down even faster
turning the wheels, applying the plaster
On the wrong end of drug deals
Mediocre ever after

An ounce of Hollywood hope smoked
like a convenient dope always ready to fold
I want you an unthinker another mop on the payroll
robbed of discipline, junk food frail
cheap sloth a commitment to resignation, a promise to fail
Ready for the fake promotion, ready your head for your custom made cattle nail

Painted hierarchy(A piece of the tentacle)

The dog barks deep guttural barks
The high fences loom like cliffs above
The guards appear dead and motionless
From their steel boots to their steel gloves

In I walk to hear the outside world has been engineered
Through systems so clever, propagating confusion and fear
just a blind member of my peers, a sacrificial goat to a painted god
A proud soldier plodding, on the frontlines targets deem me cannon fodder

In I walk to find an empire sprawled and reckless gorging
Fat and gorgeous over the world an invisible octopus roaring
My heart and brain a spectacle, cling to the tentacle
One ticking hand grasps a paintbrush, the other a sickle

I exit the halls of the walled and painted elite
I ask nothing more than the world's defeat
I humbly request the ownership rights to the world
Your rights, your goods, your labor, your gold

For I have painted me at the top
shamelessly
I have grabbed destiny, older dynasties went out like candles
I painted my own portrait above the mantle
Words march into reality
voraciously

The mayor and manuel labor

The mayor will be here soon
The rental car shop will open too
The Blonde girl will talk to you as you work
Distraction and limited resources, no perks

You'll have to face the underpaid workforce in your underwear
Tell them to change their day on a whim
Keep on doing the same thing as if you'd never evolved
Trips to the city will cut into work hours

Weakness is familiarity and pizza delivery
Unwillingness to uphold the new deadlines
That will help our new mayor Bonfim come to power
And the money will supposedly trickle down

The train of retribution and invisible support

From one movie theater to the next
I am a blind man!
being pulled across the screen
missing the train

going hungry
poorly dressed
guess my name
I was maimed

Coming off the train
certain of my destination
The wrong sphere
They've pulled me in
As if i was attached to the tracks

A steel dog
left to leave a shadow to the sun and no more
But I grab the long corridors and shake them
Fire bursts out of the station

The movie theater explodes
I chant
I see
and I stalk the taunts
dangerously

Throw the train like I threw a chain
A challenge for the mundane
I grab what's real and smash the city through
grind off no routine
But an agenda so high I can drop my opponents off it
and watch them land dead

Sacred village so far from me now
Sacred village still connected to my veins
strengthening me and collecting me
Giving me the ritualistic razor to cut deep through their illusion
Their notion of time
their own notions of self fulfillment

I take the fire and spread it across the mistaken
who would convert me to their wasteful dogmas.

The side of a building

Fear of heights drew me up on the side
Window eyes tell me where to hold on tight
Above the city a constant witness
A little brick of progress

Sun and night shadow embrace me daily
I feel like the luckiest surface in the world in a way!
I watch birds pass, no envy in my gut

I watch planes so fast, they hit me with gusts
Yet I'm just a piece of a building
if I could wear a smile I would
My senses can't be detected

The city noise uses me as a trampoline
I look at the distant forests, there's no green on me
Just the side of a building
My concrete feelings tell me I'm free

The evil in your house paint

passion of my spirit to those of good faith

Salute your lives and bless your timelines

begging an ounce of your sharable electricity to devour deception

passion of my spirit to those of bad faith

I who speak of glory in secret

and openly create it to assassinate local evil 

the deep goodness

the water of pure good

Some of us aim to kill or trap the devil but have no plan forever after

it is not the food of god neither the fission to heat

So invite the health and deep goodness

Gossip not of the house paint for the devil can hide in any tone color

of emotion

Knowing ambition and it's right to live

Inside this heart of mine exist a million ambitions each one a giant
each one crushing reality to manifest itself into it
OOOOOOOOOhhhhhhhh
In this heart stir a hundred spoons made of emotional steel
Mixing the contents

Just one of those ambitions jumps out and holds reality a hostage
Brushing it's face with blue hands and scorn
But wakes and feeds it every morning and finally releases it
into the garden of new life where it flourishes a bull in fine pasture

As to my ambition it jumps high and tickles the sky shamelessly
it rolls back into the plains and grasslands
It digs up a lake and washes itself
Until it shines brighter than jewelry under direct sunlight

It turns and shows the world how it plans to tend it's weak
and cull it's strong
Sweat hits it's brow
Soup boils in my heart

OOoooohhhh
Open that box so prohibited by wise nightmares
Open that box that concludes the inner wisdom
Shine it out proudly and the eternal power as a feast not for one day!!!!!!!
Forever forever forever forever

Ohhhhhhhhhhhmmmmmeee at the conjuring of such a blinding vision
Me mixing the cauldron!
I eat the soup and be it!
For this is the nature of my ambition

The soul on the journey of laughter(sacred intergalactic ghouls)

Eternal soul journey

A simple man experiences spontaneous laughter
The mouth revolves with laughter again and again
Opening and closing and moving the sound of laughter out
Each revolution of laughter send his soul a kilometer further

Winding turning and twisting out of the mouth
laughter a wagon with a heavy motor shaking and roaring
The smoke and noise accumulate over the hills
The woken spirits breath it in and twist and turn in the air toward the source

Almost on your lips like drum sticks hitting the drum surface
Hitting your lobes and eyeballs circulating the crowd of laughing beings
Heating the air and the minds of them all
Infecting them with a constant aura of confusion

The sun bears down and cures it all before nightfall
Even the elephant stamps it's heavy foot down hard
And the jokes over but the soul is still moving
far into the next galaxy smiling guiling and worriless

Rocking past an earth like ours busy and drooly
The soul bursts into laughter once again and the body
with it's legs stuck onto this surface once gain coins a phrase
razor witty to get them choking and spitting uncontrollably giggling

The soul past the planet and observed it with snake eyes
Tibet cool in the guts, molten indus hot in the head
In the direction which genius galactic ghouls had given it
over the orbit dropping down to smell the mess

And up it came mango face
Thanking god with it's blinking and it's laughter
Shining off the local sun
Creating it's own atmosphere just to camp and witness the humour
For a millennia

Dream wildly said the ghouls as the soul placed itself above them in the planets orbit

The house of the singing hill

I have a hand on a balcony
The wind kisses me
The sun caresses me
The leaves just as pleased as me

I sit back in my porch chair true
The visit becomes you
The stairs will lift you
This house over excited to keep you

To tend the various gardens
to listen to the mysterious combination of nature
The secrets

The castle I have built is more than a shelter
it's a fit legacy
300 years to those who own the future
Those who go onto own the house on singing hill

Company for the long road

Accompany me as if on the ark
For life is long and half the time dark.

Share the path smooth
For there's room for two and beyond us both lies a stronger truth.

Walk with me
Because out foot steps speak, all the progress made, though the end cannot be seen.

Join me on the journey
Because Knowing you are there, knowing I am here makes me think I am free.

On these small stones they call planets
We have come to know each other in whole
and in parts!
walking toward each sun as if it were home
Greatness pouring out of our hearts

We came from nothing
and became everything together

Infant sea

Infant sea

Luxury is a hedge
is a lake in a child's eye
is a neighborhood pristine

The river is a trap
separating cities like siblings
drowning those who attempt to cross

Luxury is something in our hands
a quality found in friendship
A journey's satisfaction

The Poverty is a stone
a puddle empty of life
Separation

Adulthood neutral river
Infancy pure luxury

Adulthood rocky rivers toward the mountain
Infancy an ocean feeding those shallow streams

Gravity unable to convince them
That poverty freezes their flow