[Sample]

Okay it’s your mother, I’m just calling to check and see if you got home safe, son, give me a call so I won’t worry, love you, bye

[Verse 1]

When it’s stormy weather, I’m the storyteller

The four o’clock a.m. coffee-starer

Unorthodox sayings, the fortune teller

The astronaut ancient from the orbit nebula

My hands are the rocks paintings, meta-morph into feathers

Before I fly away, I pray my soul to keep

I wake up twice, once to cut off the lights, the other to cut off the darkness in my room before I go to sleep

My nightmares I’m right there, never made me roll in my sheets

It just made the crows at my window start poking their beaks and croc in they calls

Some squall, I’m watching them fall, I rose to my feet

Dead poets beneath, I see them through the fog, froze in the creek, pointing upward like ‘we’ve chosen a priest’

Anointing comfort when my mother’s omens speak

The clairvoyance converts, the atonements are brief

Now all I see is the songbirds during the moments of grief

Then when birds die, they just stay in the sky

Their wings no longer wave and fly, trillions of them way up high

It’s flesh, feathers and bones go as days go by

Stare up at they grave and cry

But our tears fall back in the eyes

Reverse, research, we hurt, we leave earth, as a minister preach at the dirt

We throw flowers like it’s power and showers, then we meet and greet at the church

Sing songs, memories, then someone leads with a verse

We were strong with long history

We treat it like [?] birth, the [?], emanation

The [?], creation, the [?], formation

The [?], action, I can connect the Kemetic correlation

The Ka is like a car, the Ba is like the soul, your god

A set is the death, [?], you resurrect recharged

You evolve then revolve, spoken by the preacher, the priest, the rabbi or the [?]

But that’s religion, this is the solar system, the transition to the ascension

Old traditions from the mathematicians

Magicians with the craft they written

They scientists but they labs are hidden

Hiram Abiff, [?]

From snow, gas to liquid

From Topaz [?], they passed down the image

Along they path they leave remnants so we can reminisce

What I write in my pad is the experience

Accept we unlimited

[Verse 2]

The aborigines at odds with the demigods in the land of Oz

The story entails a girl lost on a trail, Dorothy Gale and her tiny dog Toto in a magical world looking for a wizard somewhere over the rainbow

Young ears close to these fables

From sun flares, I molded an angel

Watch me completely disappear, no remote on the cable

Recalling memories that never existed

Free-falling endlessly, drifting, remembering to forget it

The psychiatrist said the bad weather’s gone so I write my journal with the lexicon, the external hexagon

On my chest is the the cube of Metatron

The ex-users said the methadone I’m on had me seeing leprechauns

There’s sweat in my palms and under my arms are strong

I’ve been watching episodes of Star Trek all morning, all day long while the security guard watches porn

House shoes in a docile mood

I’m going crazy without you

That’s my deja vu

My days without food

I’m in a daze with counsel while you go into the haze from the graves that’s shallow, soundproof

Spiritual in a vehicle car going so fast it sped beyond sight, beyond night

So fast, spiritual vehicle crash into its own headlights

Turning the hourglass like the widow spider that spins the web and slowly threads a life

And this is holy matrimony to wed, bed a wife

You find solitude in this altitude into a molecule

Feels like we vanishing slowly, the planets are ghostly

Looking back at our bodies, how much mileage we used

The noise I avoid, the silence is my school