Atma

Come from the center of the chest to bless the world

Heartbeat battling to make the bed or curl up

Consequence to never dance is this

You’ve gotta move the spirit to get people to near it, I fear it not

Never been afraid, the personality is brave

You can never catch up with me or put me in a cave

I will never be the one to bury in the grave

Put me in a rocket ship and put me into space

Music is the way to god

I would like to think I’m odd

Heady like an Ichabod

I’m a thinkin' man I think a lot

Many many many men

Pass away in innocence

Not really making any sense

But these are the main events

I will not run away

I can be anything

Manifest pathways

Walk along

Make it rain

I’ve never been one to incorporate things that don’t mesh Mother earth knows this

No closed fist business in my family vicinity, I keep it in focus

Trinity, divinity, eliminating always

All tasteless hatreds vacate

No resentment in the tenements of the soul cavity I carry out from the basement

Experimental, external, infernal, internal, minerals enter through eargraph

Fear-mongering wondering parasites drown in the sound, wash up on the shoreline

Your mind, my mind, one shoreline, one poor line reaching to the heavens up

Universal valentine, one heart, one love, one tongue, one intellect’s insight

God is the god body with the god hand reaching out like the godfather with the broadband

All time space, all land, all mankind, all landlines ringing at the same pitch

Digging in the same ditch while we cling to our pain pictures and remain sick

Tainted, paint this on the walls of the brain cells that you got left after taxation

Anxiety a chemical abrasion

This melody the enemy of all cavemen dwelling in the dark we dispelling on the back of the art

This art will attract light, like breath to a bagpipe, battery to a Maglite

Buckle down hold tight

Ride of a lifetime, line after line, rhyme after rhyme, signed off

The time is now upon us, not a pawn or a polyp, we the kings and the callers, we the queens and the ballers, we done swing played and hollers, in my direction with solace, meditative and hollow, filled with universe prana