Nice, Hold Up

Stretching Beyond Unity Into Something New

The Multiple, The Tremulous, And The Few.
In That Is Said That All That We Need Is Love.
We Are All Free.
Let Love Overtake You.
Let Love Overtake Me.

Solomon's Seal A

Sub-Dominant Alpha
Alpha
Inhale.
Sub-Continent I

D'Angelo's Brown Sugar on an English Tea-Service.
Steadier Than Knowing My Purpose.
Start a Breakout Style, Thumping Hammer Pants, Don't Hurt Us.

Army Of Design, Ten Hutt

To Laugh And Sing Through The Valley
That Is The Nature Of Puck
Our Tears Budding Restrepo In The Muck
Forward Operating, Look It Up.

I'll just say,
There might be reason we don't know
Jus' what trials Jesus went thru
There might be reason Buddha didn't show you
the space between the lotus opening
and Mara in his grovelling
But I do.
Deeper diary than Anne Frank, Holed Up, Black Hole Spading.

'Til I got you.

Gonna drop one for the champ.
Top 5 timestamp.
We don' turn down we amp up.
If you ain't making love we don't give a fuck.
I'm The Greatest, no hockey, skate circles roun' Puck.

I been fooling around tooling around
Coming up under slaughter
Getting busier than Nas on someone else's daughter
Couple shots, no Barclays ring that I bought her
Doesn't stop her from payin' homage, brains at the alter.
Ha.

Be patient,
With the words that I say,
Sun's rising,
But I'm waiting on that sunny day,
'Til I Got You.

Warm Up

Mindless and faded
Told we can't afford the basics.
When the elements of the earth are birthed and shine upon our upturned faces.

Energy is not the product of tars.
It is the reaction in the heart of a star.
The Mother of Iron is not the bar.
The product of love is beauty. Both are heightened by scars.

Caught up in residuals
Is rust the product of a useful tool?
Precipiced upon the trigger fooled
The heater bullets spitting food.
Oxygen and Iron, Feed the multitude.

A Few Courses Before The Main Dish.
Ra Sashimi, Jesus Fish.

Forever Ascend A Day

Teach research
I been bending down
Running the Reach Marathon
Been Paranoid
Been Bleeding
Been Feeding On The Minds of my Readers
Been Turning Up, Over, The Magnetics of my Speakers.
Smarter, Sweeter, Than Bentley Candy Paint.
Been Caring 'Bout What I Ain't.
Not What I Am
Not What I Am
Blam.
Shotgun.
Brake.
Slide In That Candy Paint.