this also appears as a hidden track at the end of 7/12 on conSOULidate. but i love insane incantations so much that i just had to isolate it for its own track and team it up with some wicked cool cover art

unending syllables replenishing refilled the enchanted walk alone I meant it when I left my throne in search of the Unknown this Vibration is contagious hitting sages through the ages in outrageous Spirit stages finding Love not insanitary planetary earthly love is not enough the churning burning Origin forwards backwards and above effulgent Light bringing bright illumination to the Universe’s night and this penetrating undulating Ocean does exist and anything and everything’s contained within the Mist see through the abyss and if this Bliss is what you missed on your most recent trip around then there’s no better time and place than this present here and Now look to Infinity and limitless Divinity to my surprise I realized It was already within me and It always had been with me so don’t ask for more directions or I’ll point at your reflection failing to demonstrate detection then identify infection and clean up the Soul’s complexion don’t take this for objection ‘cause I care for our protection see through the deception and believe it’s INTROspection and on my quest I’ll never rest I’ll vest interest beyond the flesh impressed by foreseen knowledge of the test no time to mingle with the tourists time to single out the purest and the surest in this forest and I don’t need a microphone or even need a speaker a silent preacher’s thoughts alone emit into the Ether and transmit into the Seekers look into these eyes therein lies the Prize that belies my visage and disguise it emerges like the tides no sooner will you see my lunar praising for the rise this galaxy is just a physical fallacy based on Energy emissions from the only true Reality mentality battles personality and always seems to rattle me to twisted states of narcissistic egocentric rationality when will I learn maybe when my bones burn I will be able to discern that my incinerated ash turned up in the priciest of urns Spirit World you could never ask for more it’s the only destination where the chalice of creation is replenished and re-poured the human world slightly different observation of a phallus demonstration of repeated penetration that is followed by remorse society just a fabricated delegated masquerade of piety who’s silly politics are sanctimonious erroneous ‘cause all it does is lie to me dedication to meditation mind from body separation Levitation with no help from medication could save this generation and all dying nations how do I know? because my self-inflicted inquisition showed me my Soul’s Mission when it stated its position and my Intuition told me so  

a crabby Cancer astrological enhancer the son of a nun intending puns will unlock all the answers never ending I’ll be sending twisting syllable letter formations that I’m busy blending I am filled with incantations ‘til I’m bursting and left trembling I’ve killed my former incarnations now my Phantom’s standing in the middle of a liquid lake of Consciousness expanding check intensity in eyes because I’m bent upon dispensing everything I’ve got inside from this body that I’m renting ‘til relenting to demise and before the Four Horsemen attempt to offer me a ride so I can sit on saddle sides and not miss battle cries as I witness the Apocalypse and watch existence die I know there’s contradicting and polluted understandings of conflicting convoluted information that’s Divine it’s open for interpretation everyone’s in line it’s twisted but religion has one thing that you won’t find and that’s a holy book that doesn’t have a crooked spine so I can only count on mine and only look to books as guides then will tune in my Arjuna ‘til I see through Krishna’s eyes will hope and pray that Spirit lets my lyrics be the prize that what resides within confides to me without the need to try don’t want to face frustration like creation of a nation that’s united not divided don’t believe it we recite it every time that we are lined up if we’re quiet then they’ll pry it say we’re enemies and hide it such a plethora of topics for the metaphoric tugging a myriad of subjects I’ll be eloquently rubbing a period won’t be made ‘til the pyramid is nothing that when and then unknown but from the pen to sonic flows that are more hidden in the underground than embryonic moles I will be digging to the core until I find more energy to inject my OCD and let it flow through poetry that will make my song the strongest while oblong just like a rhombus if oblique is what you see then flip the angle seek a peak and while the apex might be great it is the stuff that drips beneath what is the Rush that’s underneath that grips the people who are reached? the Truth it is the touch the ripping thunder of the speech and it’s organic it is spastic it is Tantric and orgasmic it’s important and it’s tragic it is wordiculture magic it’s soothing then it’s acid it’s combustible then placid it’s non-rustable it’s lasting it’s untouchable but grasping it will flutter then will grab you simple utters can just stab you can be guttural or raspy then be buttery but has to have the madness and the wrath to grab this apparatus as they try to act the baddest and to be the single lad with the most raddest hypothalamus accepting all drug challenges Perception Doors most porous of course I don’t endorse this my endorphins do enforce this sobriety inspired me to strive for the Enormous had to kill the inner addict let the written tablet be the habit no more tragic screaming ‘cause now I spend my evenings delicately dreaming seemingly inactive just because I’m not distracted by the chatter by the this and that or everything that doesn’t matter shattered I was battered by the time I reached the point I reached the understanding that the mind could find the levels higher than the strongest joint and leave you so much more scared just from Frontal Lobal warfare so no more brain impaired and no more drinking from the chalice a thinking man identifies identity imbalance identical to chemicals supplying all the malice and harnessing the stream of thought is what will make me free so I will let this undertow just be overflowing through me no Edgar Alan Poetry the pen alone my opium to give me cozy comfort so well deep into the night a scribe can struggle with darkness yet be troubled by the Light a writer tempted by the beautiful then bent upon unusual circumstances that a man can only dance with when his mind is addled by a shadow beyond comprehension hence the lyrical dispension the verbal intervention and the words I would be shunned for if I ever even mentioned in a normal conversation I would demon”STRAIT” the jacket I would actually be tackled with a solo desperado I’d be making Charlie Manson chant like “Where the hell’s Geraldo can we chat again I’ll call you” while seeking my asylum in which to play my violin then get reacquainted with all my friends from childhood our maladjusted essences from fouled up adolescences remembering the same trip down Memory Pain no longer my own enemy I’ll rip the pen to the vein and let the paper drip with just a semblance of my brain and now I’m running with the waves yet to the synonyms a slave wages used abused left my creative fees unpaid for many years I’m told because my soul was disobeyed although mistakes should not be made I only choose to write this way to show we can be saved in spite of your dismay and maybe things you’d like to say if it was up to me you’d never pick apart my hymns I’d let you rip apart my limbs before my spirit let you in to go inspect this requiem that’s a backwards indication of my natural inclination for deception inflammation public conversation d’rather face decapitation ‘cause no one might embrace this I am frightened of those faces whispers tightened under laces always plotting devastating ends here right in public places I’ll do my best to shake this fear for sneers and grins like facelifts everyone with buddy bracelets but this clever one will never run in tripod legged races ‘cause my God severs braces leaving no more leather traces of whatever human crutch of kin we clutch as much as blood to skin but not to knock one’s brethren I simply hope my breath will bring less focus on the hers and hims external turn attention In identical, fraternal twins could never bring what dwells and spins eternal mist God’s underling no hope without what is with-IN is what I hope to show and bring and while I’m at it why the hell not semblance of a remedy for never-ending death and sin without the useless mentions of condescension non-ascension One Ascension into the next dimension from black holes like running hurdles I will tunnel through worm portals just to make this sperm immortal and I’ll hear the word demented but the Spirit’s unrelenting while heading towards the treasure desperate times call for desperate rhymes that can’t be measured but True Pleasure is in hiding either love me or deny this for my Holy Golden Grail only exists behind my eyelids 

there’s a truth we need to face it procreation’s overrated uniting you with bodies with the minds you always hated only shows you should’ve stayed at home instead and meditated ‘cause of activated abstinence more infinitely talented the Kundalini Energy’s exactly what I’m acting with unlike those hers and hims who can and will contract their AIDS due to their inherent Ids’ as in the Freudian “Id” desire for the fire that accompanies what is the carnal carnival gymnastic act of making kids temptation is an evil demon dwelling in the semen contemplation always only seems to amplify his screaming I’m compelled to stop his yelling but it says I must be dreaming now I’m telling him to stop or else my body’s what I’m leaving one addiction to another smothers everything about me brother if I had my druthers I’d be free from this perpetual insanity from living out this fantasy of course it’s not a plan to me this double helix strand in me’s creating my calamity but sex is only one desirous delivery the liars have to fan the flames of more than many fires so whatever hook it be of course it cannot be admired God I hope this can inspire somebody namely me I need to go across the sea but it’s a loss to me ‘cause it’s impossible for me to see who I’m meant to be addiction is the cross to me the cross to bear I’m never free a fiction no a prophecy my father and my father’s father traveled on this odyssey which explains my tendency for chemical dependency I’m the drunk remember me the one that fell on bended knee to show that this propensity to border on intensity came as a result of everything booze meant to be perpetually screwed physically and mentally you preyed upon my density you said that we were meant to be then treat me like a trend and flee little did I know that everything you said to me were only lines you read to me those feelings that you lent to me it’s like you only rented me because you don’t remember me because you’re not a friend to me I’m forced to say you’re dead to me ironically enough I have to thank you exponentially ‘cause even though you’re rough you never seem to mention me you truly gave this pen to me who’s been a saving friend to me much more than you could hope to be he even took the rope from me to show me there’s still hope for me I do have one apology I’m sorry for my words and how they always seem to end in “E” but like I said before I am an alcoholic who’s still working on his tendencies I am an alcoholic who’s still working on his tendencies

I’m here I’m waiting tight for the right time to just let my passion breathe indeed while hesitating like I’m blocked I know my path is free because I let that wrath in me already pass out from my being there is no trace of it because it was replaced with the Unseen although my facial flows will be what show exactly what I mean I mean to me what only matters is all matter’s Mystery so I’ll be balancing my nerves busting an avalanche of words my maladies must be shattered by the patterns of the world they always say it’s only chaos but there has to be much more Christ He makes the cycles like I know we have been here before the human race is segregated to the point of my embarrassment like any high school parking lot in Anytown, America divided into groups: by those who satisfy the body and who die to know the Truth I have been guided since my youth and now reside as living proof I gotta break from this box that conforms and confines me go explore the world let every culture redefine me right before the vultures dive in and try to blind me there is nothing they would rather I’ll be damned if they can find me like a man without a passport is a man without a nation but isn’t it the goal to shed exactly where we came from to mend the infantile disgrace from all the times we raped T.H.E.M. you know the T and then the H and then the E and then the M the Terror of the Hydrogen the Energy of Men that’s a post-apocalyptic cryptic devastating acronym until we meet our end when Greys exhume this Human Race we need to justify its place in this infinity of space at times it still seems like a waste we’re driven by our hunger always give into our taste we need to breed at such a pace that does exceed a sideways 8 we need to free this bloody case that is so caught up in the face destruction from instructions from the leaders of our fate who salivate then masticate to comment on our taste they are commanding us demanding us to freeze and fall in line they’re standing they stare their glares “You ease that stiffened spine” because they’re scared that we might climb to heights beyond their futile tries to fight beyond their might into the Light beyond our bodies past our looks beyond our faces beyond all places on street maps and destinations beyond our greetings salutations hello high-fives and past ingredients and eating Yellow Dye Fives beyond the whys and questions lacking moving answers like why a child dies from unsubstantiated cancer beyond our tears and past our vanity and mirrors no longer near insanity from steering towards our fears beyond the racist segregation separation classes based on pigmentation past the master slavery system and past those generations that were fast to rig this nation so we’ll do this and we’ll ask exactly where is our location well compare it to station we’ll sell our televisions and we’ll buy our Third Eye Visions back ignoring all distractions we’ll look within without regard for consciousness in action external stimulus is just a narrow form of passion you can turn your arrow to your center find internal meadows this planet can’t compare in the comparison of petals reality is denser when us men are at the helm like stock footage from industrial sixties films surrealist imagery is my excuse to leave this realm natural born we’re torn to find a place that we can tell is the farthest destination from this twisted earthly hell from our baskets to handcrafted wooden caskets all us bastards ever asked for was that flabbergasting babble that’s not ever even grasping the truly beautiful cascading Magic Everlasting at the time we meet our Master ‘cause we need to greet Him faster we’ll be breaking the mental shackles using our Spiritual faculties for defeating the enemies vehemently against us blasting free using their tactics and their analysis of fear to break our pleas their propaganda plans to make a man just land on his knees in cloaks of altruism their intent is global prison they are walking contradiction scientific premonitions but our Souls they cannot get in the truth exists in rumors they’re proficient as intruders never finding second shooters found in films shot by Zapruder they camouflage maneuvers their actions as if pure they’d bomb a communist before they’d crucify a Lucifer this independence enemy that’s hell-bent on hegemony will only be defeated through the passion of the word using worthy messengers circumnavigating the globe with hopes of fascinating the drones and maybe activating their clones and we will do this sporting robes so you can play us in the churches any place we can disperse this if we need to find cathedrals with the Light we’ll blind the seekers equipped with the abilities we know that we will need to travel the world unravel the Pearl that surely exists in this Earthly Girl this battle for Earth we’ve had it before yet every single time around it only makes it worth it more

condemn an interval no longer dealing with time increments fade away the mental pull I’m peeling back what’s infinite condemn an interval no longer dealing with time increments fade away the mental pull I’m peeling back what’s infinite condemn an interval no longer dealing with time increments fade away the mental pull I’m peeling back what’s infinite fade away the mental pull I’m peeling back what’s infinite with insight I try to write although in spite of what I write you know I’ll never have the right so you can take your accolades for they weren’t meant for me or made in ways that pave the way for those astray I’d rather shave this busted face with rust encrusted razor blades than play my part or take my place inside this truly twisted race an orgy of humanity from sperm to bone now firm as stone born into crowds but die alone we can’t be bought but what’s the pay set free the night enslave the day from love to lust no luck with trust who needs it thrust then bend and bust and blow my dust blow my dust away I get so lost inside the music a foolish man who thinks he can just grab the pen and use it for a two-fold possibility when sound comes right down to it: as a weapon with a message so profound we must infuse it or a tool to write the rules of the most grandiose delusions I apologize but in recent times I’ve had to fight with skies that seemed to criticize it happened like a dream and when it comes to dreams we can’t imagine what they mean but this one had a lesson implications of a blessing it was deep into the night I was surrounded by the sky and with my naked eyes I saw these stars that marked the sparks the dark canvas became bright when six peculiar Pulsars formed a punctuated question Spock was sending signals just to mock my reputation couldn’t face my constellation that just threatened devastation: would I finally start a riot? or be satisfied to lead a life of quiet desperation and exceeding respiration from impeded destinations? I felt the need to run for I was suddenly impatient from my karmic retribution for the years I was complacent then epiphanies took hold and sold the truth or what it seems this precious life’s a waste if we’re not following our dreams because our dreams are what can feed our souls and what we’d do for free just so regardless of a fee though it seems I only speak to you I’m also telling me so I’ll just say goodbyes and close my eyes and start my transformation and say hellos to newfound flows and Cosmic information I’ll tap into both every single time I change my station when I find a decent frequency I’ll tune in my antenna that can substitute my body from a tunnel to a plenum now I constitute a funnel flowing everything but venom repetitive negatives in the writtens I don’t bet on songs just teeming with demeaning rhymes no need for me to tell them I’ll be guided by my stars and be a lyrical Magellan now I’m gaining my momentum to channel children’s Spirits over mental instrumentals ‘cause these lyrics are the thunder sounds of spirits that dwell underground sent to hell but never found yet speaking through the earthly-bound while no one might believe me it’s that forces seem to lead me finding fossils of Apostles with no choices but to drop this and it’s true I’ll be accused that all I talk about is God well they’re orders from the General then given to the Colonel I hope soon to be a Sergeant but for now I’m just a Private I’ll uphold my bargain’s end and then unfold my written journal but I’ll tell you how I know that He just loves it when we rhyme the ambience of Om She used the neverending hum and then the Universe was freestyled so can you feel a true idealist? would you peel away his flesh and say his skeleton’s the realist? would you rain on his parade and say his floats were made by slaves? if yes then I’m afraid you must excuse this dream because it could not be more drastic if you’d sign up for his classes he could captivate the masses ‘cause I finally clutch the microphone and I don’t plan to waste it this lucid dream is proof enough so all I’ll do is praise it this lucid dream is truth for me you know I will embrace it I finally clutch the microphone and I don’t plan to waste it this lucid dream is proof enough so all I’ll do is praise it this lucid dream is truth for me you know I will embrace it