Josephine II

under a pale streetlight

not getting any older
frayed strap around my shoulders

strumming a jig to no one in particular

the beatniks and the part-time rejects come to stay
to watch the wonder on display
of a wild jester at play

grooving to a funky tune

notes whisper sweet as crème brûlée

words are seldom heard

lost in the sound typhoon

whisper: Soon…soon…

butterflies in hearts flapping fast & swooned

under a pale streetlight

no streetlight in particular

Source: Josephine II

Blooming LotusfloweR

I’ve harnessed the powers to forever disrupt the statehood
Feelings of euphoria swaddle me like a nostalgic childhood
No longer shall these fingers pick any more cotton-wood
to satisfy desires from wicked ivory hoods

better than good better than good better than good

I AM ME! THE ONE AND ONLY
DON’T TRY TO REMEMBER MY NAME
JUST KNOW I AM FILLED WITH FUNK
I KNOW FROM RIGHTEOUS AND FROM SINS
AND I WON’T STOP UNTIL THEY’RE BOTH FRIENDS

love redeems
perhaps I’ll see them in all of my dreams

Source: Blooming Lotus
Source: LotusfloweR

NewPower

Pardon me for breathing, am I suffocating you?
Pardon me for living, am I constantly in your way?
Pardon me for frolicking, do you ever get to play?
Pardon me for being, what kind of voodoo do you do?

Primal deep down rumblings
rolling like thunder
a volcano’s peak crackling seconds before eruption
head dizzy from concussions
blows from metal batons held in the hands by The Unsaveables
rain down upon my cranium and grab my unmentionables
wanting, demanding, my submission

Oh Fuck.

This is no longer just minor superstitions
conspiracy truths veiled without our permission
killing us, our blood fueling the system
opposite of what of what we’ve been told, its quite the juxtaposition
with armored pigs trained to kill on commission
while the rest generate plans for a mental prohibition
Idiocracy overnight, controlled by a mad magician

Oh no, Sir.

Not while I still have my cognition.

I’m On A Mission.

Don’t Say I Didn’t Warn Ya