See her on the metal
well she bounces through my mind
She picks up the world and bounces it
she bounces it off her thighs
she stares like cream
See her across the morning
steals every minute of it
harnesses the sun
Extraordinary phoenix
Regal form calls
ever expanding phoenix
Burn me back into existence
Above the stairway
Posing for God
The colored ties on arms
Above the steel
Speak with body
bold and intimidating
opening eyes and mind
Echoing in imagination
Haunt the dawn
End these dreams
Enter my power
Push me forward
Declare in the way
Give me that stance
Haunt these cloudless days
compound me expand me
The boys and girls chose their clothes
changed their images
Integrated the popular new themes
the choreography took place
Pieces on a game board
Repeating the done
Presented as a Novelty
Perfecting these trends
Ignoring the similarities
Doubling down on the hackney
One step forward two back
Rhythm leaching authentic heart beat
Recreations was washing and hand grenades
Snack and boom
shrapnel a handful
a stomach full of
Friends and dirty washing
The air explodes
Lunch box empty
grenade oes rolling
Pin is out
Time to three
Time to shatter
Burst out
I had the truth within my hands
I sculpted it wisely with tricks
Until it looked a lot more grand
More clicks, crunches and moxy
Now it's in the shape of an elaborate lie
Thawed just right for a hot pan fry
I had this fresh fillet of the truth
It has spice, punch and savory groove
I had the truth bent it almost broke it
Now its in the shape of a lie
I tried to use it to comfort others
most of them ended up crying
Through the head
Through your mind
reach down deep
what will you find?
Through your insides
Inner image clear
through your process
Destroy useless fear
Through day dream
doubt loses purchase
up the rockface
mindset toward striving
Like an emotion bursting open
flowering in the heart
Raising your vibration
through the challenge
Like a prayer that aligned
that shot lifeforce through you
pointing you in the right direction
Sending you onward gracefully
There is a top, where all must get off
Some will be lifted, back to the past.
There is stop, life is a dance.
People search for slops, crumbs become dust.
There is top, where most attempt to climb.
Slow braking for some, the end of the ride.
A hard crash for others,
Senses subside.
Lust for the lush, ideal home.
There is hindering, under the bones.
Instore is a thunder, that readies its roar.
Crater bell we ring, summit utters its demands.
There's an old song coming from the highlands.
There is a climb, take a rise, rub my sin.
Can't rub away my purpose, see it from within.
Standing even taller now, humid fog on knees.
Metamorphic heart immune to your disease
The mountain reads aloud, every word I wrote.
Reverberating verbs, from its stoney throat.
The words travel up, toward a fussing sun.
Reads the next line, with granite chimney lungs
Loosening grass roots, rigid searching hands.
Winter cast it's net, summer killed it's plans.
There is a song, coming from the highlands.
Dust to their apathy, glory to the mountain.
