I have been enveloped
By a well-developed chimaera
Two faced yet multifaceted
All fronts, fronting as willing alchemists
Professing to turn lead to gold
More like diamonds to coal
Brilliant luster to faceless
Despite the make-shift transformations
From poring over books of transfiguration
One can't help but feel apt for frustration
So my predisposition is to silent bitch fits
Maybe anguish hidden in nic fits
Destined to play misfit
Between 270 and 150 degree clock pivots
Nonagon sails to pentagon digits
Automaton hailed next to Metatron interest
Bitchtits, Robert Paulsen making system
Pistons pumping pistons
Distanced from volition
Cogs in the infernal machine mission
I don't have to see infrared
To see that academia wants me impotent
Systemic septicemia, wants me sick from lead
No autonomy premium no wit so led
Like sheep slaughter tedium, Sisyphus mos def
Prefer pyrohemia, burning blood and wick than slow death
Weakened by anemia, Ironing out the wrinkles
Out of social fabric bohemian, til ferrous conformity mingles
In all fairness, The Intergovernmental Panel on Social Climate change
Should issue a global warning that most all minds are blank to a rising degree
Greenhouse gases keeping frat-house masses
Passive in glass house classes
Cash-cow cranium in cubicles
vs brains in cumulus, the desk is considered suitable
Tabled dreams, head down genuflect before the crucible
Don't reflect on sunlight beams
Smoke stacks of academic factories
Exhaust CFC's to atmosphere tragically
Moribund of imagination, rapt with searing apathy
You have degrees and so mercury rises rapidly
From all the hot air of those that act to please
Never reaching mastery and only crafting heat
Acid be eroding psychic phylacteries
Gotta get that rolled paper
so you can make that paper
Get that suit tie
360 degrees noose ties
Kiss good bye to blue skies
Hello corporate goose strides
Fuck university, love diversity
I'd soon die bruise my true sight
3rd degree Celsius boiling from warming
Global warning
An immobile thought cloud is forming
Saturday, January 21, 2012
Friday, January 6, 2012
Monday, January 2, 2012
Celestia
I shot for the moon
Only to hit stars far-flung from the constellations of my concentration
Close to the dark sun, juiced hearts with no reservation
Indian summer starts predation
Scorpio stung notches in Orion's Belt
Fabric of space and time is felt
Dreaming of being beau and Eros
Sew but never reaping your passion's fruit
Sagittarian variance, sent ours to horse latitudes
Clarion, Empyrean centaurs to wounded healers
A heaven sent target
Upon temperament Aurora Borealis, radiation Arctic
I exist without cancer, subtropic
You don't see me, eye suboptic
I the root of imaginary self
So many Aries, weary of trying to carry myself
on coattails of meteoric golden rams
My hope trails cutting my teeth on comet's bands
Beholden for my piece of the pi, feel so cold and fleeced
Argonaut/astronaut
Ask not, a negative circumscription
That I can't wrap my head around with dictum, diction
I can't exceed with exceptional conditions
Stories parallel accepted syllogism
No solar wind limits conflagration
All constellations have Celarent plasmic emission
Therefore no configuration that limits accelerant phlogiston creation
Even though I want to lie on a tangent position
At one instance, touching your curves
Never derive how I am so circumspect
Yet I look past, as if to circumvent
Full circle circumference
Universe from whence came eclipse
Celestial penumbra
Blessed to steel pen umbra
Partially to impress you
Partially, to impress me and my quantum foam on the Dirac Sea
I had to cell myself in masturbational pull, I had to do me
Too hot and I'm caught, in gravitational pull
Sell myself, to not so seldom help myself
To get that much closer to the inferno
The mere thought of this fusion
Seared the pockets of this allusion
I've spent rocket fuel
in hopes that helium could ruin
Depressions with elevation
Valleys with expression, elation
But this Gemini has learned
To nevermind the burn of firesigns
To never co-sign the dotted tangent lines
of 3rd point 1-4th micro-units, you gave me inches of difference, Libra scales sink
I take it as an astronomical unit of indifference in wavelength
You and I
UNITY
Potential energy.
Vector.
Intensity.
Time.
Why
is my star at this junction?
Because I turned the tide, I Ψ 'd (sighed) at Newton's Second Law of Emotion
and loss of momentum and loss of memento
As I say goodbye to wave functions
Only to hit stars far-flung from the constellations of my concentration
Close to the dark sun, juiced hearts with no reservation
Indian summer starts predation
Scorpio stung notches in Orion's Belt
Fabric of space and time is felt
Dreaming of being beau and Eros
Sew but never reaping your passion's fruit
Sagittarian variance, sent ours to horse latitudes
Clarion, Empyrean centaurs to wounded healers
A heaven sent target
Upon temperament Aurora Borealis, radiation Arctic
I exist without cancer, subtropic
You don't see me, eye suboptic
I the root of imaginary self
So many Aries, weary of trying to carry myself
on coattails of meteoric golden rams
My hope trails cutting my teeth on comet's bands
Beholden for my piece of the pi, feel so cold and fleeced
Argonaut/astronaut
Ask not, a negative circumscription
That I can't wrap my head around with dictum, diction
I can't exceed with exceptional conditions
Stories parallel accepted syllogism
No solar wind limits conflagration
All constellations have Celarent plasmic emission
Therefore no configuration that limits accelerant phlogiston creation
Even though I want to lie on a tangent position
At one instance, touching your curves
Never derive how I am so circumspect
Yet I look past, as if to circumvent
Full circle circumference
Universe from whence came eclipse
Celestial penumbra
Blessed to steel pen umbra
Partially to impress you
Partially, to impress me and my quantum foam on the Dirac Sea
I had to cell myself in masturbational pull, I had to do me
Too hot and I'm caught, in gravitational pull
Sell myself, to not so seldom help myself
To get that much closer to the inferno
The mere thought of this fusion
Seared the pockets of this allusion
I've spent rocket fuel
in hopes that helium could ruin
Depressions with elevation
Valleys with expression, elation
But this Gemini has learned
To nevermind the burn of firesigns
To never co-sign the dotted tangent lines
of 3rd point 1-4th micro-units, you gave me inches of difference, Libra scales sink
I take it as an astronomical unit of indifference in wavelength
You and I
UNITY
Potential energy.
Vector.
Intensity.
Time.
Why
is my star at this junction?
Because I turned the tide, I Ψ 'd (sighed) at Newton's Second Law of Emotion
and loss of momentum and loss of memento
As I say goodbye to wave functions
Sunday, January 1, 2012
Drugs
The most permanent philosophy is spit between the drags of a cigarette
The pertinent prophecy wind can't be patched by nicorette
I been chasin' pen dragon, been pen draggin' flame across pages of parched parchment
Been flaggin' intense flagons ales to the taste buds of parched artists
Quail quills ail ills in dry hop pale ales, pils
Beyond the page fills the space with sips, swills
Pills, a teaspoon of heroin gives the meditant no bounds
Fields of tulips
Two lips part like windswept grasses
The religion of the masses
Crystallized sage made liquid
Injected into the groove by a needle
Upon the beat spoon of experience
A cartwheel of trackmarks
Mainline free bass line
Like Isaac Mendez paint time space
Never portray the commonplace
The poetry intoxicates
Like crystal math, arithmetic on wax plates
A Rhythm meticulously crafted like cocaine paste
Took coca leaves and refined 'em til I had a dope brain space
Drug the phat line to promote cranial grace
Fine acumen, mentality, intelligence
Perspicacity to comprehend
The chemical's dependency on chemical dependency
Polemics see just the paint, the side that’s elementary chemistry
Totemics shape time to have legs nine times that of centipedes
I write elegies for the hella trees I burn put viking funerals to melodies
Embellished seas
Selling those blotter papers of LSD
Developing negative thoughts in the Darkroom of Gethsemane
Seemingly, centuries of DMT and THC and PCP and XTC
Give me the XP I need to alter biochemistry
Stained the page like Conrad Murray felonies
Got propyphol and killed the Mike
That's my protocol, do it right
Abuse the substance, in all you do
Don't let the substance abuse you
The pertinent prophecy wind can't be patched by nicorette
I been chasin' pen dragon, been pen draggin' flame across pages of parched parchment
Been flaggin' intense flagons ales to the taste buds of parched artists
Quail quills ail ills in dry hop pale ales, pils
Beyond the page fills the space with sips, swills
Pills, a teaspoon of heroin gives the meditant no bounds
Fields of tulips
Two lips part like windswept grasses
The religion of the masses
Crystallized sage made liquid
Injected into the groove by a needle
Upon the beat spoon of experience
A cartwheel of trackmarks
Mainline free bass line
Like Isaac Mendez paint time space
Never portray the commonplace
The poetry intoxicates
Like crystal math, arithmetic on wax plates
A Rhythm meticulously crafted like cocaine paste
Took coca leaves and refined 'em til I had a dope brain space
Drug the phat line to promote cranial grace
Fine acumen, mentality, intelligence
Perspicacity to comprehend
The chemical's dependency on chemical dependency
Polemics see just the paint, the side that’s elementary chemistry
Totemics shape time to have legs nine times that of centipedes
I write elegies for the hella trees I burn put viking funerals to melodies
Embellished seas
Selling those blotter papers of LSD
Developing negative thoughts in the Darkroom of Gethsemane
Seemingly, centuries of DMT and THC and PCP and XTC
Give me the XP I need to alter biochemistry
Stained the page like Conrad Murray felonies
Got propyphol and killed the Mike
That's my protocol, do it right
Abuse the substance, in all you do
Don't let the substance abuse you
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