Scientific revelations unfold,
so I cover my walls with words in gold.

In a lab of quills and ink-stained scrolls,
he split his soul into two wholes.
One to scribe, the other to sing,
a Doppelgänger with mirrored wings.

They battled in verses, they clashed in refrains,
chanting in codes, encrypted remains.
Through ripples of time, through cosmic decay,
one would remain—but which one would stay?

"I shattered a million pens, scripting these gems,
Carving my truth with ink-stained limbs."

"Come, take a look—if you dare,
You can’t begin to comprehend the lair,
Where a battalion of phantoms reside,
Drifting like whispers in atoms inside."

"This may sound insane, but
The Mage hydroplanes as he
Spits profane propane.

Oh, how they now look at me a certain way
When I display just a little of the knowledge that I've gained.
But off stage, for minimum wage,
What calcified the pineal gland in your brain
Gets removed and tossed away.

Then, for 40 nights and 40 days
In a cave under the Mastaba plain,
The Sage used a lyrical array
Of radio waves to wash your DNA.
Then, like clay, he shaped you whole again."

"I sit down, create sound, so profound,
I soar above the clouds—wow,
How you like me now?"

I have just enough time to tell you, there's no time left.

From a dark quasar star,
the White Beard Gods of Asgard commune with me from afar as Light Emerald Mirage Aviators to teach me how to spit these bars

A toast to all the ladies who held the torch,
While I walked down life's dark winding path.

She is beautiful and clever,
I just have to tell her,
“ My souls under pressure,
from my heart to love you forever”.

Grab her long,
Kiss her strong,
This is where she belongs...

"Your love tainted me from within,
Was your Archangel—'til you turned me into Damien.
Regardless, still the most earnest artist,
Even as my mind departs further into darkness."

Her Body,
a Space Odyssey.

Any Scar,
a Shooting Star.

Your cerebrum must be cracked,
from the chemical smoke stacks which
also induce memory lapse of when I had your back.

Soaked my heart’s ****, in a mineral bath. In
relationships took Aves,
I shouldn’t have.

Received no rewards for bending over backwards.
Relieved myself from every body else just to protect himself.

Scientific positive findings have me covering my walls with positive writing

Quick incision from the commissioned mortician have
you quickly bleeding out from internal systems

I broke a million pens copy-writing
all these gems

the knowledge of 1 million tablets on a ***** mammoth speaking an ancient language,
****,
its hard to break old habits.

blunts rolled,
on the searched for my brethren's of old,
his thirst for family is out of control

Got here on the merits
of my own talents,

One sip of the holy chalice
balanced my unbalanced malice.

Now gifted with the knowing
of everyone's coming and goings,
Cursed with eyes wide open.

Awoken to his cosmic cells,
On a course to become his future self, all from mastering words far too well. 

The Dawn swings in,
Church bells rings,
Heaven cheers for him
as he floats upon wind.
Look at him ascend
Twin angel wings,
Now attached to both his limbs.

Never dared to reveal
how much I cared,
Guess I’m just to scared.

Laughed as we listen to
old songs and sang along,
haven’t felt like this in so very long.

But I bury the words, leave them unsaid,
lock them away in the back of my head.
Because if she knew, if she saw me bare,
would she stay, or disappear like air?

So never do I dare
reveal how much I care.
Guess I’m just to scared.

I’m face to face to her sensitive place
Liquid intake makes feelings elate,
Transformative state,
Fangs and claws,
I want it all.  
****** sauce, just to prove that I’m raw.

In Rome inside the Vatican's catacomb's,
I made a  philosopher’s stone from knowledge of old,
Paranormal activities have me in the zone,

At home I extract genetic code from bone,
The Mad Doctor Doppelganger has made his own clone,

"Bolts of lightning jolt his dome,
Frankenstein moans as he shakes his bones.
Magic and medicine fuse skin with soul,
Warming his heart, reanimating the cold—
Then watch him rise from dead horizontal pose.

"Intensively listen,
None of her words escape.
Her tones interpermeate my physical state
As I focus on all eight of her frequency rates."

The light in her eyes start blinking.
The universe, singing.  
My head starts spinning.
Blending metaphors and lyrics,
Breaking the laws of physics,
As we become one spirit.

"It's so hard to let you go, so I loathe myself.
But you're a part of my heart—etched in my cells."

She destroyed the
world I lived in,
forgive her, never.
Memories to painful too forget,
Too painful to remember.

Hidden in a holy location, The agent.
Cast’s a spell with power bestowed
from the ancients to break free from this matrix.

You couldn't mimic
how I write it or spit it.
Yet I’m my own worst critic.

With supervision started on a
mission to master my lyrical
composition and extra sensory
intuitions.

The Technician
Magician
Sits in the Lotus Position.
Inside a Crystal Prism conjuring up
a new Bio-Rhythm Algorithm for the
Entire Systems of his future written.

Was that too much?,
Writings never been that tough
but these skills are a diamond in the rough.

The Madd Hatter,
Verbal assault slasher
Is a metaphor master
Who controls even the smallest particulate
matter in all his chapters for maximum
brain splatter of grey matter.

I  have low comedy
novelty policy,
Honesty my conscious consciously and with veracity produce's a quality odyssey.
I'm probably a true anomaly, honestly.
**** modesty.
...Like that flow.
Well here's something you should know.
I'm exposed and under its Auroral control from orgone pyramid glow,
I start to float after cells explode releasing and letting tachyon's go.
Either that or I'm possessed like Emily rose.

On a hot summer day,
her birthday.
There was a man
who took hours
making a beautiful
ice sculpture
of his love.
who long ago
passed away.

As she melts,
both with water
running down their face
he expressed everything
he could and couldn't say.  
How his
"love for her
will never fade".
And how she
"still lives
in his heart
to this very day".

Camp surrounded with her favorite colored lamps and preferred plants with tears he laughed,
raised his hands,
fell into a trance,
begged heaven for the smallest chance, for just one more dance

Destiny on his mind
as planets aligned.  
Wine, Chimes,
Rhythm and Rhymes offered
up as gifts to the divine.  

Venus now raises
in Aries,
a chalice full of sherry as I burn
bushes of rosemary, blue berries and cherries invoking
every elemental fairy.  

Loving her
was so natural.
He now calls upon the supernatural
with mixed mineral granules to make this night magical.  

A feeling of
pauper to king
as he puts on her ring.
Goose bumps all over his skin as a million lighting bugs drift in, on strong winds.

Whispered
"I miss you,..
I miss you,..
I miss you,.
baby I miss you",
into amethyst crystal.

He couldn't, feel more alive.
Heart filled with pride
He couldn't believe his eyes, as a star descended from the sky.  

A poltergeist
in an amber soft,
off white light.
while reciting written rites with all his might

Her wings open,
He's frozen
No words to describe what was spoken what a beautiful omen.

Come and look at him,
you couldn't fathom the
battalion of phantoms that
inhabit my atoms.

I sit here with the license to
abuse my barbiturate and vices,
They are never subsiding.
Lamp lights become blinding,
Imagination and heart rate climbing,
Muscle tightening from typing and transcribing a
666 page book from automatic writing.

But even tho you just flowed with him,
You still don't know him,
Listen to his hymns
of the Divine King residing inside of him.
Check the glow of his skin,
The twin angel wings now attached to his limbs,
as he floats upon wind.

You wouldn't comprehend all the hours I've spent wrestling with my pen so it could obey my every whim.

I write sonnets nightly,
You have taken your gift
of writing too lightly,
Your so unlike me.

My pen is dipped in the blood of the Lamb,
just like these tattooed hands,
marked with the name of my clan.

Every now and then
in a sacred garden
he spits rhymes often
in a soundproof coffin ….
…cause its only God and I when I'm talking...…

Between the tick and the tock he meditated nonstop till he watched the clock completely stop and the matrix fell apart...

Heavy is the Crown but he walks around with enough know how to soar above the clouds, wow, how you like me now.

Then with metal, magic, poems and an amulet in the shape of a skull and cross bones, I can turn the unbeliever into stone,
Welcome to the Terror Dome.

I abuse my muse,
Chewed, *******, battered and bruised,
Her expression confused, no clue how, she spews hot milky goo-cream stew from the tactics I use.

Lips slightly apart,
senses become sharp,
my eyes go dark
before I kiss you
with  all the energy in my heart.
The equation of a sum
or as hot as the surface of the sun
when our souls become one.

If drinking cases of wine is all you do well, Then Mr. Ha(hey)-zues can turn water into zinfandel.

I howl at the moon,
The stories are true,
I will come for you.

"Out of nowhere—there, suspended in air,
The Ivory King in his floating chair,
From an unblemished citadel of octillion prayers.
Descending alabaster stairs,
Snow-white orbs drift everywhere,
Piercing my soul past flesh and layers—
A presence so vast, I can’t help but stare…
And feel scared."

Compression in my ear,
The message becomes clear,
Ghostly robes,
Colorless beards,
The GODS are here.

Beautifully crafted notes about the gold chakra in my throat, Colorful varicose veins from techni-colored quotes show I'm no joke with these rhymes that I wrote..

Not for the unenlightened layman when invoking invocations,
A manifestation of cellular manipulation from vibrational frequency vocalization.

He wrote it,
Rolled it,
Smoked it then spoked it,

Surrounded in Stonehenge
me and my powerful brethren friends
wield a magical techno-sorcery blend
to start a cabal of enlighten men

Our hymns transcend,
We have cocooned from the lowest of them,
You wouldn't comprehend all the hours I've spend wrestling with my pen so it could obey my every whim.