Exploring the life of exploration
Exposed by the exploited energy
Toyed by the enemy
That has no coming
But keep people running
Escaping their reality
Allowing the guilty *******
Shaming your circumstances
Stripping your experiences
Being fat with the knowledge that your skinny
Embracing beauty with the knowledge of being fat
Fat with the love of proportions
A simple fatness that can serve the city near you and stuff you up
Stuff you up with more guilt and excuses
More reason to fit into that suit as the next man
The next idea is to vacuum yourself  because what you serve don’t work …
Then to be fooled by the master of your money making
The master who allows you to work and pay you to pay him for all his work.
The cycle
To be schooled by the teachers who hold their own perception of what they believe the subject of their interest ought to be.
Then to be referred as a letter.
A letter of the alphabet determines your status
You can be chosen
Chosen enough that your thouights say you are chosen
But you will never be chosen in the life of the material
You won’t be able to determine life between death
Because thy fellow shot you with a mass of confusion at birth
A cycle I say that never ended
Eons and eons of betrayal vs survival
Survival vs the fittest
Who will win this?
Constant wars
Community of ******
A generation who are illiterate
But I won’t sleep on the ones who are awaken
But shaken by every information that arrives at their door step
The master of your money maker burned your house
To be the your god of your money making, your god of information, and experimentation
The dependency gets real
Because of the constant distraction of our nation
I mean their nation
You shaken
Because the life you hold is taken
My trips slip
But I mop my *****
******* that destroyed your equilibrium
Cerebrum tripping
Your glands out of line
Chackras spinning
And you think it’s a straight line
Spine bending you say its normal
Pain dripping you riding the short terminal
Shoes and clothes
Bags and hoes
Watches and bad *******
When the ***** were once queens and goddesses
Who respected the godliness of themselves and those forthcoming
Now you shunning the man who positive light keeps their energy flowing
Cuz you don’t like you
No excuses because that god you bow down to laying back in the hot tub enjoying living
Scaring creatures of what the mystical expectations of life would be
the tale that your living
Through a book of spirituality but change the name to religion
Living a life of a fraternity to pledge for their winnings
Hazing everyday to strip your life
March and pledge the allegiance to your God who sees nothing but killing you
One nation under god, with liberty and justice for all
But in reality life is beauty
Look in the mirror!
Because I won

Stick my head in kaleidoscope bucket
With zealous glee I lick and **** it
For she employs the morning glory
The grass now wet with dawning glow refracts
To capture that sensory attraction to the floral slit
Wafting in the tree
Why
Else
Would
My
Essence
Bee

Spitting out a sea of porous rosin
Into bough of nature’s pocket
Scurry homeward bound to soar
As Icarus the muppet
Drunk and flapping to the morning hue
A fugue of nectral revenue
Through hexagonal shaped avenue
With that binding grip it has on you and me

It shows if yellow fur is torn and marred
How the honey jar lies
For the fit working parts that make
This mechanical engine for sucrine sake
Externally flakey
At core a jubilant succulent disection
Built for an ursular day-dream
Decadent demise
Floured hands produce
Thy pollinous prize

Whilst Adorning sting  
Hostile pride promoting the imminent explosion
Pulsating preceeding the numbness that rushes
The red twards' hystemic vulcanic duct
Made of flesh
Oozing fresh yellow lava amidst a puddle of sweat
What a temporary pullava it seems

Meanwhile tiny size chackras become warped and starve
As the scent left on dependant wind
Promotes marvelous death to my comrades
Holding post-mortem to determine what underwent
Before abdomen tore in sacrificial repentance
To protect the important through the act of entropy
In the name of she

Regina
My matron
Re-dream her intonation
Has blessed the concept of sky
Through one thousand eyes the stripes I inherit
Manifest miraculous logic
To bring about merit in laborious action
A yellow and black faction
Working for commune to take shape
And bring about wake in our beautiful landscape
Resonant ripe with a balanced instruction
For the sake of achieving the feminine kind
Who gave light to us all

My brothers both lovers and warriors are told
We are a swarm of coerced souls
Devouring pockets of pure potential
Serving our karmic debt
The scene is set for hard work
As it hums with satisfaction