And That's That

What the fuck –
I've been stuck in a demented trap,
trying to tap into the power
of life's essence in the form of a blessing.

"Stop second guessing,"
I tell myself;
I don't need anybodies help.
All I need is the purity
of my soul and its hold
to remain in control.

I must retain the income
of my chosen outcome,
brought through mind games,
spreading doubt from
ear to ear
as they hear
the uncertainty and fear
brought by my
powerful,
devouring,
towering,
lust-flowering,
skin-tingling,
heart-kindling,
blood-chilling,
thrilling,
gut-spilling,
tension-building,
protection-killing,
sex and affection revealing
thing that I bring
when I sing that song in my head.

That music of chaos,
order and dread.
Over my deathbed
and my life-bed.
I'm obtaining new thoughts,
sought from the hieroglyphics
of ancient mystics
in the specific role
of unfolding God's supreme goals.

Well hey God,
you've long been tripping over my soul,
and now I'm onto your methods of mind-control,
so you can't step to my inner-prison
where my heart listens
and whispers the answers
to my ancestral brothers and sisters.

That said,
I will change and rearrange
the stage of time
to blind the dangling vines
that have combined
with my senses
of punishment and crime.

Now I will lift my sacred feet off the floor
and soar
to subliminal heights
that human's physical sights cannot reach,
though I will preach
the new methods
of taking your respected
inner-self
to the peak of the Pedestal of All,
and none shall fall,
only crawl,
because none shall climb.

I will shine my holy signs
and they shall pray
towards my grace and blessings,
for the soul I'm possessing
is a kind that's mentally-arresting,
for I am a divine and sublime
residual placement of adjacent mass.

So God,
take away with you
my obsessions
that I'm confessing,
and get the hell off my ass,
for I dwell upon
my own Heaven's clouds and paths.


And that's that.


-AW 10/24/09 (Freestyle Written)