Tag: Angels

The Embodiment Of The Prose

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The embodiment of the prose
That happens at the intersection of less travelled roads
Where you meet two parallel paths
And think of how God might have wrath 
For you and entice 
You into a darkness that isn’t nice
Because if you look in the biblical frame 
You’re talking to someone who has no name 
And you can call him Yahweh or Yeshua 
I just know that I wouldn’t mess with ya 
Not on any given Sunday
But trouble doesn’t come on a Monday
It was some idle Tuesday blue
That took me from you 
And I was just walking back
From the place where I lack
Everything that ever was
Do I lose you because
I didn’t pray for peace
Is there a reason why people decease
Before their time 
Which is always now if you ask the rhyme 
In the indulgent hues 
Now I just pay my dues
As they fall onto my desk 
Trust and have faith and forsake the rest 
As it eyes up my piece of bread 
But it’s all madness in my head
As I hear a million voices
Asking me if they have choices 
In why they are condemned to 
A kind of hell I’m party to 
And if I’m the only one who nears
Then do I run away when danger nears
Or do I open the gap
And shed light on the torn map
That says beyond this point 
You must not go because the anoint
Have adorned it a place for sinners
And all the winners 
That you have ever known 
Have only ever grown 
Through the pain of embracing the shadow 
I often wonder if I am bad, though

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The States Of Being

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I wanna take a trip to the states
Because when the air escapes
From my chest
It is the place that knows me best
And I found myself in New York City
In Brooklyn and no one was with me 
Until you broke into my dream 
And told me that the queen 
Wanted her king back
And it is a massive attack 
To know that the strikes will hit
Every girl you call a bitch
As she rises to claim her power
And I watched the demon shower
All the shards on me 
Til a little girl set me free
I ran out of my building half afraid
Because the sun was in the shade
And she took my hand 
Asked me to help her cross the sand
To the other side because the cars
Were passing by like shooting stars
And I could only think “you must be an angel”
So I stood and paused until the ladle 
Was full with soup to drink
And I took a second to just think
And looked left and right
Til the coast was clear and white
As a ghost I led you across the trail
It was Flatbush and it didn’t fail 
To live up to it’s reputation 
But as I watch you catch a dream with elation
And skip away into the neighbourhood
I thought God the Great must be good
To send a little precious child 
To save me from my thoughts so wild
That had convinced me I was masked 
By an evil that was dark 
Because I reached out my hand to touch
And it, damn well, exploded the plug
It blew out with a bang 
And I was scared because my phone rang
At the exact moment the die was cast
And I reached back into the past 
To pluck an apple from a tree
And now he is one with me 
In the land of duality 
To break like waves on the shore
And I can’t take it anymore
I gotta get outta here
But it becomes crystal clear
That kundalini is electric 
And when life gets hectic 
It slows you to a glacial pace
And you drop out of the human race
Into something deeper and dynamite
I don’t think I’m keeping this thing quiet

Epiphany

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I don’t know if it’s the meds or the enlightenment 
But I’m feeling detached
And it’s the kinda road there’s no way back
And I’m just standing in the queue
And the one I’m waiting for is you
And he’s singing his soul and I wish he was mine
Why do I do this all of the time 
Coz it’s impossible, he’s on the stage
And the girls are screaming like he’s all the rage 
And his hair is long and his locks are pretty
And I would love to rule this city
But he’s a triad long past going
I remember UCD when it was snowing
And the boy I loved back then
The fittest male on repeat again
As my heart tells me to be who I am
Like Kilglass chasing Sam 
For the thousandth time
I make my own pain rhyme
And it is longing and it is desire 
He sets my soul on fire 
With his softly so
There are deserts that I would go
Just to meet him at the gate
I dunno why I wait
For the perfect scene 
Like it could be in a dream
Like I made of you
But the urge is pulling the needle through 
And it’s sewing a seam
Threading a quilt with what’s spilt, it seems 
And the love’s in the wanting
But there’s something in me that’s haunting 
Every step I take 
It’s what happens when the demon wake