THE MUSIC FOR THIS INTERLUDE...
THAT POETRY THAT FLOWS IN YOU AND AROUND YOU PERVADES MY ORIGINALITY AND CAUSES REACTIONS THAT FORM INTERCELLULAR SYSTEMS THAT REVOLVE IN CAVERNS OF A MANS SOUL. WHERE SANITY AND INSANITY WALK THE ROADS TOGETHER, FOR TRUTH IS THAT ILLUSION THAT REMAINS SO REAL IN THE VIEW OF MEN.
RAW AND BITTER ARE THE ROADS THAT WE SOMETIMES TRAVEL. AS LOVE IS THE CATALYST FOR WAR AND PEACE AS WE DWELL ON THIS ORB THAT ROTATES IN SPACE.
ALPHA AND OMEGA IN THE BLOOD THAT FLOWS IN OUR VEINS.
THE HERBS THAT SPICE THIS DISH ARE ELICITED FROM THE PORES THAT COVER THY SKIN. A PERFECTLY FLAVORED DISH THAT PIQUES MY INTEREST AND CAUSES I TO WANT TO FLY...ON THE WINGS OF THE ANGELS THAT SPEAK OF LOVE IN WHISPERED TONES IN THE HALLS OF... ALLAH.
CLOUDS THAT CARRESS THE GREY OF MATTER THAT MAKES UP THIS MIND. PINEALY I SEE THEE...THEE I SEE PINEALY...WAS FLIPPING WORDS LIKE THESE IN THE WOMB BEFORE I ENTERED ONTO THIS PLANE OF EXISTENCE. AS A QUEEN CARRIED ME... AS YOU A QUEEN CARRY ME.
FLOW LIKE THAT DONT COME CHEAP AS THE ENEMY CROUCHES AT THE GATES THAT REMAIN LOCKED IN A TORTURED MIND...FINGERS OF THE LETTERS OF THINE THAT CARRESS MY SCALP...DEEPER THAN THE DARKNESS OF TRIPLE LEVELS. FOR THAT IS WHERE THE KNOWLEDGE DWELLS. FOR LIGHT AND DARKNESS FORM FROM THE SAME ENTITY
RHYMES THAT ARE A RAM BATTERING AT THE WALLS OF SYSTEMS OF OPPRESSION THAT LINGER IN PSYCHES THAT CANNOT SEE. WHERE THE GHOSTS OF THOSE THAT FOUGHT AGAINST SLAVERY ROLL IN UNMARKED GRAVES AS THE STORY OF THEY SEEMS TO FADE AWAY...
AND
BROKEN... DISJOINTED...
AND WHO ARE THEY... TO STAND IN OPPOSITION TO WE? THE END BY PRODUCT OF SLAVERY, AGGRESSION AND FUNKY ASS PIGS FEET. AS A GIRL LAY ON HER BACK IN THE DUST AND HER CHILD WAS RIPPED FROM SHE... TO BE SOLD IN A MARKET OF SOULS.
I AM YOUR REFLECTION AND YOU ARE MINE IN THE MIRROR OF THESE LIVES THAT ARE REFLECTIONS OF THE GLORY OF WHO WE ARE SUPPOSSED TO BE...AND I HAVE TO SCREAM THE WAY I DO... TO ROAR AT THE ATROCITIES. ANGUISH THAT HAS THE FORCE OF CREATION.
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