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THE AMERICAS

 

Here is the emergence

Of a personality

Attempting to make sense

Out of reality

With our sun, a star

Shining upon the era

Of big and bad America

As it has come to be

As we sit in front of the TV,

A moment when

You and I

Are in a blue sky

And then when

Whatever weather decides

To do with our lives.

We find our place in this world

And face the fates that are unfurled,

Our mind as it is uncurled

In some sort of collective

As the tone is inflective

Running the country

With something like poetry.

I found my sound in my lifespan

As we fly around each ocean,

Visit the mermaid and the merman,

Picture nature as we manoeuvre

Into the path of the future,

An Indian man with a quiver full of arrows

Who watches how the river flows,

East and west and north and south,

The course of the river to its mouth –

Israel, Egypt and the Americas,

The earth encrypted within the stars

And I can arrive to see me

Amongst all of the astronomy

And even find a rhyme with astrology.

You know the jack

Going around the zodiac.

We surf through the spirits and take trips

Through the metaphysics of the lyrics.

I flutter like a butterfly,

Make a line with a rhyme.

We come to the Nile and the Amazon

And see some fertile imagination.

West and east and south and north -

This is the way that it all comes forth.

Look at the river of a line,

How poetry comes to define

With the way in which words align

And we come to cocaine and ice –

Light up pipes and let it suffice.

Dog is telling you to go with Christ.

God makes us into each zeitgeist

And so we come to this place -

Concrete poppies and American Air Base

As East Anglia ties with America.

The crack is sucked deep into your face

So it is inside like some kind of viscera.

There was something about a mission

In this song to sing and its rendition

Of a vision of many men in a prison,

Eternal evil as it became begat –

I’m talking about the devil and all of that.

Maybe they said it was time for the rapist

To go off and relieve themselves to a therapist,

Wisdom apparently turning evil into good,

The tree of life working through its wood.

American Horror story has got to be told.

See all those gory details unfold

In the everlasting hunt for gold,

An American Indian in resignation

Cast off to go and live on a reservation.

And so it came to me

That there was to be

The Crow Dance of the Sioux.

LA Woman is gonna have to do

Found in a look

Bound in a book.

La la land is where we are gonna have to go to

And La la land is cloud cuckoo.

Pray, did your people come to see you?

Was purple red and blue

When they came to see you

When you were in the human zoo,

Perhaps some bum in an asylum

In the middle of every hue

In the place in time that we come

Into and appear to go right through?

I saw how each colour drew

And so I saw what was to ensue

In the future that was due.

You have been chosen

For a reason

With the maiden

In open season-

Look at the way fate

May orchestrate,

Formulate us to create.

I would like to be in complete

Control of my soul,

Get deep with the beat

Of rock and roll.

Drawn into metaphysical conceits

Maybe I was as lyrical as Keats,

Text dressed in delicious romance,

A lovely lilting luminous fragrance

Dancing in the beat of its sweet radiance.

Look at the power of prayer

In the flower over there.

Look at it dance in the air

In the fragrance it comes to wear.

It occurred to me

In the word I could see

To sing a song

To bring you along

To the anima of my enigma

That digs into the mind of America.

It needs to be said

Like creeds need to be read

With seeds so that the bird is fed

And things go on to grow into trees

Which inspire the writing of poetries.

The drums are talking lucidly

With beer soaked acid rock

And rising graffiti.

I smoked pop

And the writing comes right through me,

The whole of the planet

In the soul of the poet.

See the way a pen may open a poem,

Make it breathe like with oxygen,

Eminem and the real deal,

The pen and mass appeal.

You know that we keep it real

Because it’s as deep as the seventh seal.

We think of the king of the Jews

When we come to sing the blues.

There is a messianic complex

Amidst all this orgasmic sex.

There is the name of religion

And then we come to wisdom.

Even when you are anointed

You cannot make yourself self-appointed;

People come to the christos,

Los, the logos of the cosmos.

It is something like when I

Try to go somewhere like Casesarea Phillipi

Like I have spent six weeks in Sinai

Seeing shooting stars fly in the night sky,

The Bhudda leaving the palace

To start believing in grace

And these thoughts come to the surface.

It is expedient that one man dies for the many.

It sounds like Jesus, son of Mary.

And we go down to alcohol

Try and keep out of the town gaol.

I quite like a kike.

I don’t mind no Israelite

With lingerie and Los Angeles

As milk and honeys

Make all of the countries

Out of something like birds and bees

As you see these words become harmonies.

So now I transpose through a rose

And Sagittarius shoots his arrows.

The Golden Bough

Is what we are underneath now,

The whole body of anthropology

At the crux of biology.

Such is the flux of this testimony

With the fucks of lingam and yoni.

I see my sign is Jupiter

And I drink her in wine

When I print the rhyme

Through a computer.

I make the movie

Out of all the community

Like I am the producer

With the media and the mind

As schizophrenia is defined,

A complete conspiracy theory.

That is the conceit of the story,

Sagittarius in the ascendancy,

The way we write in flight and fancy.

The sun shines its light everywhere

And in the night the moon is laid bare

And so I write this tune

With this insight.  Soon

All the lines of the Bhuddas

Come through to the Americas,

Lives evolving into nirvanas

And dissolving into dioramas.

See each childbirth

Arriving into wild earth.

Batter my heart three-personed God

With Jesus on the beach with breakfast.

We can batter up some cod

And eat and have peace at last,

John Donne and America,

A new country to come into,

A new era to go right through,

Yahweh and Asherah

Doing what they do,

This aeon directly in front of you

With the healing of the nations

And the revealing of revelations

Bleeding through menstruations.

Have you the strength

To get on my wavelength

Waiting in all the clinics

And creating all these lyrics?

My ego has been inflated

And then it has been deflated

Like the process of being fellated.

The moon can wax and wane

And a tune can tax your brain,

The music of menstruation and the tides,

The moon bleeding from her insides.

This is all accounted for.

We don’t really need much more.

What’s beyond a metaphor?

This is classic to the core,

House back when it first came out,

Jack telling what it is about.

Inside the dichotomy

Of mind and body

We find the philosophy

Of the ecstasy and the agony,

The temple in which we see

The potential of prophecy.

This poetry comes with its lines

As it designs with its rhymes;

The way in which it flows

Makes it come to compose.

The djinn bring us to agape

And the DJ may play reggae

As we come up to a precipice

And so we kiss the abyss,

America’s sex

Between her legs.

The body of the boy

And the grail of the girl

Make this world

For us to enjoy

And then there is mum

Showing us around that mausoleum

And we got to get back on track.

Don’t want to be on the smack.

Don’t want to do that,

Unless you have china white on tap.

We write out the rap.

Bitch shit fuck –

You have the bomb and it blows up

Like when you give your nose

A dose of the drug.

You know how it goes –

You know what’s up.

Fragments of poem, pieces of bone –

Go to the lover and make her moan.

Don’t want to end up as a stalker

Subject to a restraining order.

Repressed, depressed – fucked up yes

But when it comes to me and the caress

Of the rhyme I un-wrap the best –

There – I let out the stress,

Maybe produce it with a bit of finesse.

I put this out as the acid test.

Here I am out of all the rest.

I rave on this wave like it is the crest

In the magic of time with the lick in the trick

Of rhyme that has come to me

From everything in infinity,

Music,

The musica of America

Singing its little ditty, me

A human being seeing…………

………….It is all part of the same rhyme.

That is how art came in time

To this excuse of an aristocrat.

I will let you deduce this and that

As I sit opposite Venus

As we study our menus,

Seeing myself totally tripped

Out, being licked and pussy whipped.

Something happened between us

Across the space from Mars to Venus

And we give this poem a tweak

Just to add to its mystique

With the united socialist army,

The complete beat party,

The United States

At the end of all the fates

That poetry creates,

What it means

Deep in the dreams

Of the Caribbean seas.

You have to be honest in your art

And that is the best part.

My raps come like out of my Jap’s eye

Wondering about eternal life when I die.

I am one of those fuckers who died in the war.

Now just let me have some peace with my whore.

Do you know what conspiracies are for

Like he who comes again like he came before

With metempsychosis and genesis,

A pen and this synthesis, Isis and Osiris

And the revolutions of each solstice?

We have to keep this boat afloat,

Make some money like out of Deep Throat

And then make some poetry to quote,

Columbus and the Santa Maria

Coming right into America

And then there are

Revolutions and Che Guevara.

The swain had some promiscuity

And then he came up into maturity

With this poem displaying its unity,

The continuity of its lines in fluidity.

They don’t even have raves anymore.

They don’t know what was the hardcore

As demon drugs take you into their possession

And make you fixate upon obsession.

And all I ask is if you can promise me

That you will give me some honesty

And the creative text that you give

Allows me to believe

In what is clear and true

And I can have faith in you

As blissful beautiful America

Brings the bounty of her vulva

To come into,

This country taking us to pastures new

Showing each shade of every hue.

They say fire burns for eternity

And beauty is really pretty.

Oh it is true

Fire springs eternal

And it is vestal and virginal

As forever always knew.

Time was a door

That brought forth the conquistador

And so came liberation theology,

The revelation of chronology,

With the golden flame of Eldorado

Showing us exactly what to do.

We have millet and potatoes

And the red of tomatoes

And the blend of tobaccos -

Vanilla and chocolate.

The logos is immaculate

With Mayans, Aztecs and Incas

And all the gods of the Americas.

There is so much more

In this finance.

It came that I saw

Its complete abundance.

There is the maize

And Nasca, the Atacama and the llama

And the maze

Of the jungle drama

When I saw everyone

Who was in the Amazon,

The climate of El nino

There for every race from

The white man to the negro

And so I disappear

Deep into the jaguar,

The sense of this cadence

Moving through each sentence

Of this swirling stanza

As we come into America.

The white men came

And then the white powder came

And America, the maiden, came

Upon my stick of flame

As I drew with my pen name

As the wonderful words fit together

Like birds of a feather,

Me seeing that the word

Is free to fly like a bird.

A miracle is a vehicle

For God to work through

With something to show you,

Something supernatural

Above what is normal.

I keep my lyrics sweet -

I know what is the beat.

I will show you how I eat

With the metaphysics in meat

As those alligators stomp

Deep out in the far-out swamp,

You getting into some stew

And licking up some brew

And supping up that gruel

To give your body some fuel

As along into this constitution

Comes the job of prostitution

With all those pumping hormones

Loving the way a certain whore moans

And we lie upon a grassy knoll

And go through the trip of alcohol

Desperate when the time is now

But the rhyme will always show you how

As the song dissolves you and

You just go wow

So that you can understand

It, the path to the summit

Of what everyone perceives to be spirit.

It is the whole soul rock and roll legend.

You heard it first here my friend.

And there are some silent on a peak in Darien

Off to Panama to find the mystique of madmen;

This is the Scottish contingent

Flying off over to another continent

With history and its cycle

Delivering each miracle of the bible

In what Catholicism means

Deep down in everyone’s dreams

With Jesus on the cross

Read and spread all across

The globe, Lazarus and Cana

Determining Cape Horn to Canada.

And maybe this medical marijuana

Is making America mental

As I show the credential of my potential.

This state is really special

As I relate what is essential

As we enter this millennium,

The beat of the bass drum

In the space time continuum,

Rhyme at its maximum,

The beat at its utmost

Sweet as honey on toast

Words in amalgamation

As they form into creation.

It all blows up

And a rose grows up.

I’m heavy like a ton.

You get me in London

Streaming out of each vicinity

That formulates the face of the city

And fates embrace all individuality.

We come over from Great Britain

And meet with the Plains Indian.

And I watch the videos

As the rappers beat out their egos

And the wind blows beyond the windows

And it seems that the Holy Spirit glows

Like the way rainbows disclose.

This is when you can see

The emergence of poetry

And wonder if the ways of evolution

Always lead to extinction.

Oh wrap me up like a mummy

With all of that paper money,

Every dollar in America,

The gist of the poem totally clear

As we all breathe in this atmosphere,

Each and every sense

Locked into whichever ambience

Comes to define the citizenry

That builds up into humanity,

The rise of creation

Building civilisation,

A muse being a Virgo vixen

With all the wonder of women,

The poet who lives line by line

Appreciating what seems to be intelligent design

With the dreaming of men and women

Meeting in the temple of Jerusalem

As the serene island of green Albion

Grants its inhabitants the rite of creation.

Do you believe in Jesus Christ

And eternal life –

What about having Mary Magdalene

As your wife,

Chastised by the powers that be,

Crucified so we could all be free?

Along came that green

Writing on the black screen

And the computer was born

And so poetry found its form.

You can kick back, rip the rap,

Do chit-chat tit for tat

And spar on the spot –

That’s raps and hip hop

As this apparent silence

Seems to make sense,

America finding its groove

And I do it like a hardcore dude.

All this shit rhymes so true

As it shines clear like dew.

We go and get our gas

And trip over the Americas.

It may have been once prophesied

That somebody was to be crucified

As stars lit up the entire heavens,

All ablaze and set to amaze as sirens,

And fire wrote with its spirit within pens

As what eventually became the bible

Came as flame from the middle of the jungle,

The logos a beautiful vehicle

For the cosmos to come through

And show creation to me and you,

A point on the line of evolution

Somebody strung up and hung

With how they see the god of the sun

Demands that the act of crucifixion is done

As we flit between blotto and sober

Wondering if the path of Passover

And all the femininity of Sophia

Could lead us all to the wisdom of soma

Whether it is a drug or not,

This sentence ending with a dot.

We would have to be a martyr

For the Holy Ghost, the Son and the Father.

And it happens

Deep in pens,

Ink in print.

Sometimes it is seriously succinct

And it came

Directly into me

One particular morning

When the day was dawning

Awaking me like with a cockerel

As it comes to pass that cockney doggerel

Makes English out of the idea of Israel

With the visitation of a certain angel

As secrets secrete poets

And America takes over the entire

World as it makes this new empire,

What they call the great Satan

As I come to see that she is I am,

A messiah aware

Of bare America,

Naked bodies in bed,

The prophecy of Sylvia Plath

Saying that to be a poet

Is to be a polymath,

Fat little bhuddas and all of that.

Let me celebrate my newfound land.

I create this so that you can understand

With drinks, dope and pizza

And the links between each era

Determining the scope of America

And its impact upon the rest

Of the world as this shit is the best

That has ever been seen

As you check out this scene,

Aeroplanes and the twin towers

And heroin and opium flowers -

Secrets, lies and suicides

And America is still on the rise.

Here is how we come to create

With the new world order and the Caliphate.

This song brings us all along to world peace.

Such is the logos of the word that I release.

Here is how I come.

They could not have

Stopped him and her,

Islam and America,

Mahdi coming along in this era.

Let us go along forever.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THE AMERICAS

 

Here is the emergence

Of a personality

Attempting to make sense

Out of reality

With our sun, a star

Shining upon the era

Of big and bad America

As it has come to be

As we sit in front of the TV,

A moment when

You and I

Are in a blue sky

And then when

Whatever weather decides

To do with our lives.

We find our place in this world

And face the fates that are unfurled,

Our mind as it is uncurled

In some sort of collective

As the tone is inflective

Running the country

With something like poetry.

I found my sound in my lifespan

As we fly around each ocean,

Visit the mermaid and the merman,

Picture nature as we manoeuvre

Into the path of the future,

An Indian man with a quiver full of arrows

Who watches how the river flows,

East and west and north and south,

The course of the river to its mouth –

Israel, Egypt and the Americas,

The earth encrypted within the stars

And I can arrive to see me

Amongst all of the astronomy

And even find a rhyme with astrology.

You know the jack

Going around the zodiac.

We surf through the spirits and take trips

Through the metaphysics of the lyrics.

I flutter like a butterfly,

Make a line with a rhyme.

We come to the Nile and the Amazon

And see some fertile imagination.

West and east and south and north -

This is the way that it all comes forth.

Look at the river of a line,

How poetry comes to define

With the way in which words align

And we come to cocaine and ice –

Light up pipes and let it suffice.

Dog is telling you to go with Christ.

God makes us into each zeitgeist

And so we come to this place -

Concrete poppies and American Air Base

As East Anglia ties with America.

The crack is sucked deep into your face

So it is inside like some kind of viscera.

There was something about a mission

In this song to sing and its rendition

Of a vision of many men in a prison,

Eternal evil as it became begat –

I’m talking about the devil and all of that.

Maybe they said it was time for the rapist

To go off and relieve themselves to a therapist,

Wisdom apparently turning evil into good,

The tree of life working through its wood.

American Horror story has got to be told.

See all those gory details unfold

In the everlasting hunt for gold,

An American Indian in resignation

Cast off to go and live on a reservation.

And so it came to me

That there was to be

The Crow Dance of the Sioux.

LA Woman is gonna have to do

Found in a look

Bound in a book.

La la land is where we are gonna have to go to

And La la land is cloud cuckoo.

Pray, did your people come to see you?

Was purple red and blue

When they came to see you

When you were in the human zoo,

Perhaps some bum in an asylum

In the middle of every hue

In the place in time that we come

Into and appear to go right through?

I saw how each colour drew

And so I saw what was to ensue

In the future that was due.

You have been chosen

For a reason

With the maiden

In open season-

Look at the way fate

May orchestrate,

Formulate us to create.

I would like to be in complete

Control of my soul,

Get deep with the beat

Of rock and roll.

Drawn into metaphysical conceits

Maybe I was as lyrical as Keats,

Text dressed in delicious romance,

A lovely lilting luminous fragrance

Dancing in the beat of its sweet radiance.

Look at the power of prayer

In the flower over there.

Look at it dance in the air

In the fragrance it comes to wear.

It occurred to me

In the word I could see

To sing a song

To bring you along

To the anima of my enigma

That digs into the mind of America.

It needs to be said

Like creeds need to be read

With seeds so that the bird is fed

And things go on to grow into trees

Which inspire the writing of poetries.

The drums are talking lucidly

With beer soaked acid rock

And rising graffiti.

I smoked pop

And the writing comes right through me,

The whole of the planet

In the soul of the poet.

See the way a pen may open a poem,

Make it breathe like with oxygen,

Eminem and the real deal,

The pen and mass appeal.

You know that we keep it real

Because it’s as deep as the seventh seal.

We think of the king of the Jews

When we come to sing the blues.

There is a messianic complex

Amidst all this orgasmic sex.

There is the name of religion

And then we come to wisdom.

Even when you are anointed

You cannot make yourself self-appointed;

People come to the christos,

Los, the logos of the cosmos.

It is something like when I

Try to go somewhere like Casesarea Phillipi

Like I have spent six weeks in Sinai

Seeing shooting stars fly in the night sky,

The Bhudda leaving the palace

To start believing in grace

And these thoughts come to the surface.

It is expedient that one man dies for the many.

It sounds like Jesus, son of Mary.

And we go down to alcohol

Try and keep out of the town gaol.

I quite like a kike.

I don’t mind no Israelite

With lingerie and Los Angeles

As milk and honeys

Make all of the countries

Out of something like birds and bees

As you see these words become harmonies.

So now I transpose through a rose

And Sagittarius shoots his arrows.

The Golden Bough

Is what we are underneath now,

The whole body of anthropology

At the crux of biology.

Such is the flux of this testimony

With the fucks of lingam and yoni.

I see my sign is Jupiter

And I drink her in wine

When I print the rhyme

Through a computer.

I make the movie

Out of all the community

Like I am the producer

With the media and the mind

As schizophrenia is defined,

A complete conspiracy theory.

That is the conceit of the story,

Sagittarius in the ascendancy,

The way we write in flight and fancy.

The sun shines its light everywhere

And in the night the moon is laid bare

And so I write this tune

With this insight.  Soon

All the lines of the Bhuddas

Come through to the Americas,

Lives evolving into nirvanas

And dissolving into dioramas.

See each childbirth

Arriving into wild earth.

Batter my heart three-personed God

With Jesus on the beach with breakfast.

We can batter up some cod

And eat and have peace at last,

John Donne and America,

A new country to come into,

A new era to go right through,

Yahweh and Asherah

Doing what they do,

This aeon directly in front of you

With the healing of the nations

And the revealing of revelations

Bleeding through menstruations.

Have you the strength

To get on my wavelength

Waiting in all the clinics

And creating all these lyrics?

My ego has been inflated

And then it has been deflated

Like the process of being fellated.

The moon can wax and wane

And a tune can tax your brain,

The music of menstruation and the tides,

The moon bleeding from her insides.

This is all accounted for.

We don’t really need much more.

What’s beyond a metaphor?

This is classic to the core,

House back when it first came out,

Jack telling what it is about.

Inside the dichotomy

Of mind and body

We find the philosophy

Of the ecstasy and the agony,

The temple in which we see

The potential of prophecy.

This poetry comes with its lines

As it designs with its rhymes;

The way in which it flows

Makes it come to compose.

The djinn bring us to agape

And the DJ may play reggae

As we come up to a precipice

And so we kiss the abyss,

America’s sex

Between her legs.

The body of the boy

And the grail of the girl

Make this world

For us to enjoy

And then there is mum

Showing us around that mausoleum

And we got to get back on track.

Don’t want to be on the smack.

Don’t want to do that,

Unless you have china white on tap.

We write out the rap.

Bitch shit fuck –

You have the bomb and it blows up

Like when you give your nose

A dose of the drug.

You know how it goes –

You know what’s up.

Fragments of poem, pieces of bone –

Go to the lover and make her moan.

Don’t want to end up as a stalker

Subject to a restraining order.

Repressed, depressed – fucked up yes

But when it comes to me and the caress

Of the rhyme I un-wrap the best –

There – I let out the stress,

Maybe produce it with a bit of finesse.

I put this out as the acid test.

Here I am out of all the rest.

I rave on this wave like it is the crest

In the magic of time with the lick in the trick

Of rhyme that has come to me

From everything in infinity,

Music,

The musica of America

Singing its little ditty, me

A human being seeing…………

………….It is all part of the same rhyme.

That is how art came in time

To this excuse of an aristocrat.

I will let you deduce this and that

As I sit opposite Venus

As we study our menus,

Seeing myself totally tripped

Out, being licked and pussy whipped.

Something happened between us

Across the space from Mars to Venus

And we give this poem a tweak

Just to add to its mystique

With the united socialist army,

The complete beat party,

The United States

At the end of all the fates

That poetry creates,

What it means

Deep in the dreams

Of the Caribbean seas.

You have to be honest in your art

And that is the best part.

My raps come like out of my Jap’s eye

Wondering about eternal life when I die.

I am one of those fuckers who died in the war.

Now just let me have some peace with my whore.

Do you know what conspiracies are for

Like he who comes again like he came before

With metempsychosis and genesis,

A pen and this synthesis, Isis and Osiris

And the revolutions of each solstice?

We have to keep this boat afloat,

Make some money like out of Deep Throat

And then make some poetry to quote,

Columbus and the Santa Maria

Coming right into America

And then there are

Revolutions and Che Guevara.

The swain had some promiscuity

And then he came up into maturity

With this poem displaying its unity,

The continuity of its lines in fluidity.

They don’t even have raves anymore.

They don’t know what was the hardcore

As demon drugs take you into their possession

And make you fixate upon obsession.

And all I ask is if you can promise me

That you will give me some honesty

And the creative text that you give

Allows me to believe

In what is clear and true

And I can have faith in you

As blissful beautiful America

Brings the bounty of her vulva

To come into,

This country taking us to pastures new

Showing each shade of every hue.

They say fire burns for eternity

And beauty is really pretty.

Oh it is true

Fire springs eternal

And it is vestal and virginal

As forever always knew.

Time was a door

That brought forth the conquistador

And so came liberation theology,

The revelation of chronology,

With the golden flame of Eldorado

Showing us exactly what to do.

We have millet and potatoes

And the red of tomatoes

And the blend of tobaccos -

Vanilla and chocolate.

The logos is immaculate

With Mayans, Aztecs and Incas

And all the gods of the Americas.

There is so much more

In this finance.

It came that I saw

Its complete abundance.

There is the maize

And Nasca, the Atacama and the llama

And the maze

Of the jungle drama

When I saw everyone

Who was in the Amazon,

The climate of El nino

There for every race from

The white man to the negro

And so I disappear

Deep into the jaguar,

The sense of this cadence

Moving through each sentence

Of this swirling stanza

As we come into America.

The white men came

And then the white powder came

And America, the maiden, came

Upon my stick of flame

As I drew with my pen name

As the wonderful words fit together

Like birds of a feather,

Me seeing that the word

Is free to fly like a bird.

A miracle is a vehicle

For God to work through

With something to show you,

Something supernatural

Above what is normal.

I keep my lyrics sweet -

I know what is the beat.

I will show you how I eat

With the metaphysics in meat

As those alligators stomp

Deep out in the far-out swamp,

You getting into some stew

And licking up some brew

And supping up that gruel

To give your body some fuel

As along into this constitution

Comes the job of prostitution

With all those pumping hormones

Loving the way a certain whore moans

And we lie upon a grassy knoll

And go through the trip of alcohol

Desperate when the time is now

But the rhyme will always show you how

As the song dissolves you and

You just go wow

So that you can understand

It, the path to the summit

Of what everyone perceives to be spirit.

It is the whole soul rock and roll legend.

You heard it first here my friend.

And there are some silent on a peak in Darien

Off to Panama to find the mystique of madmen;

This is the Scottish contingent

Flying off over to another continent

With history and its cycle

Delivering each miracle of the bible

In what Catholicism means

Deep down in everyone’s dreams

With Jesus on the cross

Read and spread all across

The globe, Lazarus and Cana

Determining Cape Horn to Canada.

And maybe this medical marijuana

Is making America mental

As I show the credential of my potential.

This state is really special

As I relate what is essential

As we enter this millennium,

The beat of the bass drum

In the space time continuum,

Rhyme at its maximum,

The beat at its utmost

Sweet as honey on toast

Words in amalgamation

As they form into creation.

It all blows up

And a rose grows up.

I’m heavy like a ton.

You get me in London

Streaming out of each vicinity

That formulates the face of the city

And fates embrace all individuality.

We come over from Great Britain

And meet with the Plains Indian.

And I watch the videos

As the rappers beat out their egos

And the wind blows beyond the windows

And it seems that the Holy Spirit glows

Like the way rainbows disclose.

This is when you can see

The emergence of poetry

And wonder if the ways of evolution

Always lead to extinction.

Oh wrap me up like a mummy

With all of that paper money,

Every dollar in America,

The gist of the poem totally clear

As we all breathe in this atmosphere,

Each and every sense

Locked into whichever ambience

Comes to define the citizenry

That builds up into humanity,

The rise of creation

Building civilisation,

A muse being a Virgo vixen

With all the wonder of women,

The poet who lives line by line

Appreciating what seems to be intelligent design

With the dreaming of men and women

Meeting in the temple of Jerusalem

As the serene island of green Albion

Grants its inhabitants the rite of creation.

Do you believe in Jesus Christ

And eternal life –

What about having Mary Magdalene

As your wife,

Chastised by the powers that be,

Crucified so we could all be free?

Along came that green

Writing on the black screen

And the computer was born

And so poetry found its form.

You can kick back, rip the rap,

Do chit-chat tit for tat

And spar on the spot –

That’s raps and hip hop

As this apparent silence

Seems to make sense,

America finding its groove

And I do it like a hardcore dude.

All this shit rhymes so true

As it shines clear like dew.

We go and get our gas

And trip over the Americas.

It may have been once prophesied

That somebody was to be crucified

As stars lit up the entire heavens,

All ablaze and set to amaze as sirens,

And fire wrote with its spirit within pens

As what eventually became the bible

Came as flame from the middle of the jungle,

The logos a beautiful vehicle

For the cosmos to come through

And show creation to me and you,

A point on the line of evolution

Somebody strung up and hung

With how they see the god of the sun

Demands that the act of crucifixion is done

As we flit between blotto and sober

Wondering if the path of Passover

And all the femininity of Sophia

Could lead us all to the wisdom of soma

Whether it is a drug or not,

This sentence ending with a dot.

We would have to be a martyr

For the Holy Ghost, the Son and the Father.

And it happens

Deep in pens,

Ink in print.

Sometimes it is seriously succinct

And it came

Directly into me

One particular morning

When the day was dawning

Awaking me like with a cockerel

As it comes to pass that cockney doggerel

Makes English out of the idea of Israel

With the visitation of a certain angel

As secrets secrete poets

And America takes over the entire

World as it makes this new empire,

What they call the great Satan

As I come to see that she is I am,

A messiah aware

Of bare America,

Naked bodies in bed,

The prophecy of Sylvia Plath

Saying that to be a poet

Is to be a polymath,

Fat little bhuddas and all of that.

Let me celebrate my newfound land.

I create this so that you can understand

With drinks, dope and pizza

And the links between each era

Determining the scope of America

And its impact upon the rest

Of the world as this shit is the best

That has ever been seen

As you check out this scene,

Aeroplanes and the twin towers

And heroin and opium flowers -

Secrets, lies and suicides

And America is still on the rise.

Here is how we come to create

With the new world order and the Caliphate.

This song brings us all along to world peace.

Such is the logos of the word that I release.

Here is how I come.

They could not have

Stopped him and her,

Islam and America,

Mahdi coming along in this era.

Let us go along forever.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


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