Splurgee

i'll flame this boldness, expel this goldenness
that cannot be made into coin nor treasure
lest changes happen inside of the procurer
shall i precursor further journies within

divination is no divide
a coyote makes a knife smile,
that muzzles violence
becoming are these pack tactics
he feeds me the plant of storm,
my love, i spill, separate beads
broken from the necklace
of looming clouds booming
the string is unfurled,
come across the bridge with me
into the castles' keep
the spirits warden us rhymes,
mutual exchange
the secrets we find

these words i'm writing
shall be the knit of the shorn
connecting my spirit
to others' vibes

locutions grasping
just as the death-jives
of the already dead
the voice black box
can't be locked, speaks its full
the aborted apple of the expired
one world to the next
echoing in the pond of decibels
rocks walked on water

to the audience of who'll listen
LIP the RIP of the dead's grave,
shollen voices uttering the ripe
youth of illuminations into
the shuddering void of nothing
lest an ear hear a corn of data
veiling the no-thing in abyssmal
sleeper's residuals

i lay with gaia and spin the orbit of life-dance
the moon shines the sun other times
i'm casting off anxieties like molting skin with hair upon
shedding just as well
like a persian rug drug drugged
this magic carpe diem ride

guitar gesticulating grinding
my knick is a pick a knife
with surgical precision
i'm changing the sound waves
and the very emanations
of the energy strata
like a cat walking through sound
claws and teeth like a wreath,
this one wears the crown of predator
thus it is a hunter's dharma
so i can only kill as an artist,
expelling rapid third eye movement
in a dream, a moment yet to come,
the crowd surrounds me,
and their energy is mine, my energy theirs
as a shaman upon the stage,
awarenesses piercing through
in my sound like smoke