My time is coming or it’s already gone, I’ve been waiting for something have I waited too long? I’ma keep singing for the sake of the song, my time is coming or it’s already gone Time after time, I’ve said this year will be mine, and I smell something cooking at the end of the line, if I don’t make it either way I’ll be fine, do you smell what’s cooking at the end of the line? I’m a stone cold stunner, knock you flat to the floor, or I’m just a played out burnout and I’m washed to my core, I’ma keep singing for the sake of the song, my time is coming or it’s already gone Crown me the gems, I’m the creme-de-la-creme, or kick me back to the curb and say my fate is condemned, I’ma stay constant baby Semper Eadem, won’t you crown me the gems, creme-de-la-creme diadem I’m the peak of perfection, apotheosis attained, or I’m just a has been, not-so-bright-a-light on the wane, I’ma keep singing, baby, don’t get me wrong, my time is coming or it’s already gone I’m what it’s about or I’m on my way out, I’m a sight to excite or I’m hackneyed and trite, I was made to parade in the grand cavalcade, or I’m time-worn and played, I’m so ragged and frayed, you can lead the tirade, you cast me some shade, you deter and dissuade, reprimand and upbraid, and attempt to degrade, but my will shall not fade, I will never be swayed, no! I’m a sunshine daydream and I’m shooting to thrill, or I’m just a dime store blow-horn and I’m over the hill, I’m a keep moving, baby, keeping moving on My time is coming or it’s… My time is coming or it’s already gone

Hey man, it’s been a while since you’re style and your stature were something to be stood behind, an occasion for persuasion, you blast straight from the past to kiss ass and borrow some of mine, qualms of how you’ve missed me, all injury is history, a condition of contrition you’re dishing through you’re crooked teeth, storming up a sea of rebranded treachery, a sham apology of hollow deceit well you can talk about the way that you think it should be, it didn’t turn out like you wanted so now you need me to put the pieces back in place when there’s no one to blame, you’re slipping down into a shame spiral, shame spiral, shame Your mug, high upon the altar, buffoons who never falter, a longing to be lionized, and this cult needs someone to work it, I’m perfect for the job? I can see right through your lying eyes, token of remorse or another Trojan horse, no I can’t give you what you’re seeking, you’re tweaking and it weakens me to sign my pretty name on a spiral full of shame, I’m mapping out a separate trajectory Well you can talk about the life that you think you deserve, rebuild the bridges that you burned, when you need me to serve, within an army full of ghosts who’ve abandoned your name, your slipping down into a shame spiral, shame spiral, shame As the spiral slowly unfolds, stories with familiar plot holes, potholes in the streets renamed but not re-paved, I’m going home my separate way, yea I’ve been down that road before, but nay no more…

Keep it calm, keep it cool, keep it moving, keep on doing what you’re doing cause we’re doing it bold, evolution, agitate the institution we’ll be waking up and shaking up some pillars of old In an era of performative cruelty, I’m gonna revel in some righteous delinquency, peel the curtain back exposing the mass decay, gonna burn it to the ground with a hip hooray, ya! Obligation, what’s your role and occupation? Now the albatross we’re casting off is feathered with lies, apparatus that maintains your menial status now we’re hacking at the anchor rope to which you are tied Giants, clients, unseen tyrants, bleed you to the bone and send you back to the start, press you, stress you, and assess you, to servile means but hope is teeming deep in your heart Can’t reduce you to a futile commodity, you’re a proper child regardless of property, hand in hand with in-submissive camaraderie, insulated to preserve your autonomy, ya! It was an outlaw feeling, stealing back the deck and dealing the cards, with heavy heart is was an outlaw feeling, reeling in the thrill of validating the star that you are Abound with empty promise, serve the corporate gentry, lawless creatures making laws to further stretch the divide, navigation, sea of deep misinformation, lurkers creeping up to sweep you up and under the tide Chaos agents, haters, traitors, sordid alligators in a swamp of deceit, slight you, fight you, and gaslight you, intimidate with no foundation under their feet Just a cog in a collective insurgency, insubordinate unlawful assembly, and alliance of defiant integrity, I’m tryna’ keep the soul suckers away from me, ya! It was an outlaw feeling, taking back the reins and calling the shots, with heavy heart it was an outlaw feeling, ripping up the red tape and negating the bot that your not It was an outlaw feeling, stealing back the deck and dealing the cards, with heavy heart it was an outlaw feeling, yea!

Morning rituals, coffee will drip, staring out the window with the porcelain to my lips: empty high rise over tents in the street, they’re discreetly clearing out them down and out as we speak Flip on the television for a quick peek, at the discontented gunman’s body count of the week: Condolences for the slaying, you’ve got us thinking and praying, there’s a euphemistic rhetoric continually playing, singing: Bring it all back home, where the buffalo once did roam, uncertain we stand, we’re an American band, y’all hear me singing in a serious tone: I see the strong man’s lies, and tides on the rise in the rear view mirror, I’m steering down the country road, watching my dreams disappear over a sunken horizon, where the final bison’s blood has been siphoned See the feline so severely obese, keep on feeding him treats, to watch his hunger increase, we sold the straps upon the dirty boots on your feet, to help to finance the feast of an insatiable beast The hidden overlords inherit the meek, who’ll compete for a seat, to gather crumbs at their feet, when all the food has gotten stale, like angry torch-bearing males, I saw them marching down the street and chanting “victory, hail!”, singing: Bring it all back home, where the buffalo once did roam, uncertain we fall, an all-for-one-none-for-all, y’all hear me singing in a serious tone: I see the strong man’s lies, and tides on the rise in the rear view mirror, I’m steering down the country road, watching my dreams disappear over a sunken horizon where the final bison’s blood has been siphoned

You’ve got a bad reputation, on the town that is the word, it brings about the situations, some of which are quite absurd, now there’s a mob out to get you, at least your twisted mind would think, that you’re speeding towards a cliff from which you’ll fall to your death, and getting closer to the brink You’ve got to turn yourself around, you’ve got to turn yourself around, before you crash and burn it down You’ve got a bad reputation, on the town that is the speak, have you become an exhibition, of an unhinged, demented freak? no second thoughts or reflections, full steam ahead with no remorse, you’re all alone on the ship, and you can spot just the tip of the iceberg collision course You’ve got to turn yourself around, you’ve got to turn yourself around, before you crash and sink and drown I’m learning everyday, burning chains away, I yearn to tame the rage contained inside, projected worldwide, I’m redirecting all the darkness to a place of creativity, so I can learn to live with me

Frederick V of Heidelberg the prince, elector, palatine, married to Elizabeth Stuart of England, age 16, ascended the Bohemian throne to cultivate a freaky scene, a short lived dream, for they were to become the Winter King and Queen Mystical Schemes, perpetuating and alchemical dream, with an enchanted regime, magic reformation of society, in the year 1619 Michael Maier, Heinrich Khunrath, were a few to grace the courts, swirling towards the rubedo within alembics and retorts A vision born of Rudolph’s reign and his occult affinity, this magic transformation hatched within the mind of Doc John Dee Mystical schemes, perpetuation an alchemical dream, with an enchanted regime, magic reformation of society, in the year 1620 Though luck was doomed to change, to failure fate was chained, Europe would rearrange The Protestant Union turned it’s back on Frederick, so did James I: wanting to avoid conflict they cleared the way for the Hapsburgs: A catholic army marching forth to Prague, to lay siege, from Madrid, defeated Frederick’s army at the Battle of the White Mountain Ripped at the seams, it was the death of the alchemical dream, and setting the scene, for war in Central Europe and Germany, for Thirty Years or so it seems At least now we can sing, the reign of popes and kings, was of the past a thing

Living in the haze of those dark days, the memories fade but the feeling stays: so many things I meant to say, I was lead astray, and now it’s too late Or was it just fate mean to create some sort of substrate for delayed reflections on the ways that I’ve been swayed and pushed away? I’m hanging on for love to shine through to the vine I barely cling to: Something divine entwined behind the Planck length: Lord give me strength to, walk through myself with you The inner figures I have come to know have told me it is “so below, just as it is above”: the state of love reflects it so, and it shows the more I grow, learn to relate, and integrate the image from the depths to take the steps: consent, surrender to the role I’m hanging on for love to shine through, to the vine I barely cling to, something serene unseen between the Planck length, lord give me strength to walk through myself with you ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Shots will fire, bells will ring, Cupid comes on fluttering wings, when I know the time is right, I will make the sacrifice, sacrifice! Time to die! Say goodbye to older I! Change my attitude to life and plunge the dagger deep inside: A dance for love, is a dance to the death, two by two these lovers dance the arabesque, a dance to submit, and a dance to aggress, one by one they plunge those swords into their breasts But the arrows of Eros, have struck me deep inside: My independence bleeds: The initiatory rite The provost of Logos, must step down and resign: The sacred marriage slays the childish state of mind ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Living in the haze of those dark days, the memories fade but the feeling stays: So many things I meant to say, I was lead astray, now it’s too late Or was it just fate meant to relate: Atone the sins through work within: As so, it is without: My outer world dispels the doubts I’m hanging on for love to shine through to the vine I barely cling to, something profound abound surrounds the Planck length, Lord give me strength to: walk through myself with who? Was through myself with clues? Walk through myself with you

Pluck from below Well look at what he has to show A blossom held in hand, well, do you understand? While he didn’t do much, he was illuminating the ineffable such-ness of this existence’s pretense of substance that it’s bluffing, ain’t that something? It’s all for nothing, it’s all for nothing Sit for a while And please observe the subtle smile The impersonal powers unseen within the flower, show that you heard transmission of wisdom without words of this existence’s pretense of substance that it’s bluffing, aint that something? It’s all for nothing, it’s all for nothing Back when I was a kid, people used to say that it is what it is Back when I was a kid, people used to say that it is what it is, it is what it is… Scylla and Charybdis

I said hey diddle diddle, I’m in the middle of a pickle: Can I remain on a narrow beam between the immortal visions and dreams and recorded historical facts? Come and witness the balancing act as I take a little gamble between the hammer and the anvil I’m on the horns of a dilemma, each side will condemn-a-me to a most perilous of fate, as I sail through the direst of straits: I walk the wire or expire: the frying pan or the fire: a psychological quandary: as I’m caught between the devil and the deep blue sea Do I embrace the phantasms of the mind or have the daughters of memory fabled me blind?: Between a concretized history, and a distorted shadow of a mystery: between a physical presence, and a spiritual essence: a deductive syllogism, and a swirling mysticism: between logic and the infinite abyss: between the ego and the unconscious: a metaphysical maelstrom, and a reef of realism: I’m sucked into a deadly waterhole, or I end up shipwrecked on the shoal: Into the vortex that sucks and spits, or get bit by the six head bitch Between Scylla and Charybdis Between Scylla and Charybdis Between the Earth and the celestial planes: between the left and right side of the brain: when the one side thinks it’s the boss, you get a little bit of Paradise Lost: between a Faustian bargain, and pretentious esoteric jargon: between the mental categories I set, and the cords of Indra’s net Waking life and emanation from the One, hypostasis of the Father and the Son, consubstantial with potential at it’s most: entelechy through the Holiest of Ghosts: If you follow on the trail I blaze, know that I will not emerge unscathed: Take heed to the stream I trace between a rock and a very hard place Between Scylla and Charybdis Between Scylla and Charybdis

Sweet summer night: everybody getting tight, but you gotta stay right: It’s a no go, although you don’t wanna miss the boat, you gotta lay low, so you think about tomorrow and the long term goals Gonna blow a couple stacks with the boys in the back of a black Cadillac, now they’re rolling up the Backwood: smoke with the blokes, gonna make a lot of jokes, now they’re breaking out the bubbly for the champagne toast, but: You don’t have the paint the damn town: take a break and sit that ass down, it’s alright to call a time out and think about the price paid for the rebound It’s a FOMO moment of woe for the dope show going down tonight: everybody’s doing promos: bragging like a pro, now they’re slurring talking real slow, what the hell they tryna say? I don’t even know You don’t have to paint the damn town: take a break and sit that ass down, it’s alright to call a time out and think about the price paid for the rebound Here at home in the sanctuary of my mind is a moonlit garden, where I’m watering the seeds I’ve sown for the stillness of self-possession, the sound of my soul’s repose is all that I long to know, at home I can feel my glow for tomorrow and ever and after! Ohhhh ohh ohhhhhhh!!!!!!

She was an independent motivated cheddar go getter, rules and regulations of the grid were known all the better, the sincerity and clarity and strength of the will, but hidden fear throughout the years can leave a life unfulfilled, Rosario, oh Running from love and running from sin, running from a father figure that’s imprinted within, between the virtue and the vision of the utmost ideal, and the animal awakening where love is concealed, oh Rosario, where did the time go? And did you find the rose? Rosario, in the forbidden rose garden where it grows? Rosario, there in the place where the instinct meets the dream? Rosario, that’s where you wake up the beast that sleeps in me The cruelty and kindness of the creature’s kiss can redeem the broken image shrouded in the abyss, I would wager the enlivening renewal is major with the proper cooperation of spirit and nature, oh Rosario, where did the time go? And did you find the rose? Rosario, in the forbidden rose garden where it grows? Rosario, there in the place where the instinct meets the dream? Rosario, that’s where you wake up the beast that sleeps in me

Eve’river run past mountains of Atoms and Ifs flow swift in kingdoms tandem I stand: lituus in hand the divine will commands in a parallel land, from the swerve of the shore, citing serpents and apples to ashes to dust while the fractal unravels I travelled to the promised land with Moses before the metempsychosis of my soul unto this time and place Riverrun back into the ocean, clouds form, precipitation rains down: the cycle starts again: cycle of recirculation The void awaits who weaves the wind: the beginning is the end: fall and rise Finnegan! It’s off to America, sail down under ye battling brothers, Lucifer plummets with: “Thunderin’ Jesus! You think I’m dead?!” That’s what he said when he rose from the bed, with an egg like head he fell from the wall, it ends and begins with the rise and the fall: A cosmic ebb and flow that topples nations known before the transmigration of my soul unto this time and place Riverrun back into the ocean, clouds form, precipitation rains down: the cycle starts again: cycle of recirculation The void awaits who weaves the wind: the beginning is the end: fall and rise Finnegan! The ricorso: the returning of a fire ever burning: open’s his eyes to birth the earth and the skies, he closes them we die, but from the ash a phoenix rises Ascend the axis mundi: serpents entwined on the staff of Hermes-Thoth, a glowing rose on which the saints are seated in the divine realm, from the omphalos a lotus grows: Each birth a lapse in time, cable strandentwining, won’t you put me on the line? 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