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TRANSCENDENCE

I'm like the god Adonis

Concocting and dropping honest hypnotic sonnets

Using melodic phonics to open optics

Conversing while dispersing verses on various topics

And I keep most to myself, but share some on the screen electronic

Mostly verbosely verboten words spoken in methods melodic

I deny, yet I defy any promise to astonish

But promise to speak to your conscience

And make you more conscious of the constant wrongness

So I flaunt this dauntless, cognitive gauntlet

Engorged with a flawless hyper-cognitive conscious

I've been called demonic, and a plague bubonic

By those that spake vague of narcotics and other products

But I continue to spin records of hieroglyphic lyrics of Coptic

Sometimes, some lines are sped up to go faster than Sonic

But not super like the man Alien

Appears to be mammalian or even antiquated Sumerian

From an ancient planet Krypton, that got picked on

And as he aged he had his wit on

Not merely a cape to escape the landscape

As another man sedated that drapes, like Mandrake

Who happens to be serpentine in his handshake

He frequently been on a low frequency and bandwidth

That everyone could hear the bands break

I can be theatrically grammatically dramatic

But not elastic in my principles

They help me build up my lyricals

Which some are invincible and others invisible

They make me a unique individual

Although some prose is not seen

On a digital screen by certain eyes

Not meant for serpent eyes

That cause certain hurting cries

So what you see are a part of me

Even when my heart feels hardened

As like emerges to be immersed in hurt, its quite disheartening

Love of rhyme flows through my arteries

Because rhythmic spit quick syllabics are my armory

Some could ignore but others try to be barring me

But their words or bad looks aren't jarring or scarring me

While I'm sparring with jargon see?!

Now although a mixture of ego & meek

I continue to vehemently speak of the wicked elite

Its not a hunch, that they're a bunch of odious occupants

Obnoxiously occupying space

Behind the veil of disgrace

"The elite" are beyond being fond of being traced

All our communications are laced

With micro audio files

While they permeate and hate certain persons awake

They want to sedate or force palliate a pain,

That they themselves will create

So they devised a disguise

To try to blind this guys eyes

But I don’t merely go by sight, but by vibes

And to you I advise

That you & I must coincide

Or you will 'go inside'

No more flowing lies

About the unspoken tribes

So this POET spoke the most potent verboten SIGHS

And so I surmise

That it SHOULD NOT be a surprise

That when a persons cries

And you could equate a serpents and churches lies

That its time to overthrow and recreate with burning eyes

Because the world is enveloped by the ignoble foes

And so I developed local and global vocal prose

So take your notes, 'cause I promote and endorse 'the force'

If some foes composed social shows

Acting and reacting like sisters and bros

But DON’T have your back

When you feel your soul is exposed

And the inner spirit has froze, thus it's disclosed

Because it's closed, THIS close

This poet of homilies, sonnets and prose has enclosed

Snippets and tid-bits of his wit

As he offers the repose for which he never reaped

Although its for that which he sows

And as I travel feeling unraveled rambling in vagrants clothes

This specifically encrypted descriptive script that’s been composed

MUST SOON come to a close

For I refuse fusing truth & lies

Even if my words are computerized

I know they seek to come shoot through the eyes

Because my elite draconian claws has paused

And ONLY come out for 'A Cause'

Like that of the Arawakan & Moors

I'm NOT visually black in the paws

But their banter has made this panther

Become a Warriors banner with the mind of an architect

Better yet, a perfectly methodical logical planner

With an intellectually perpetual scanner

Scanning the spammers and scammers

Whom are like cantankerous slanderous cancer

Thus my slander against the Babylonian hammer

Is merely an insulting resulting answer, to understand her

A grammatical dancer covered in glamour

Embellished by the candid candor

I Am a Walker of Skies that does despise lies

And never hides behind ANY disguise

Neither trying to deny the hearing of cacophonous cries

And as militant minded Commander

I will NEVER chase any face nor try to replace

The distaste of disgrace as HIS GRACE

Has made me the equivalent of The Great Alexander

A lyrical lancer using the power of grammar

To offer solutions and answers

Not lead you to be socially cancerous

Only offering violence and clamors

But BECOME the solution

To the global ignoble pollution

The system of schisms

That’s created derision & destitution

CHANGING ONESELF through enlightenment & humility

Is the TRUE REVOLUTION!

~musse~