I feel like I belong to an alien nation
Daily patient in this failing matrix
I wail in space & fail to wake up
The next day I'm left dazed
Can't properly function
Walk with an awkward slump
On my way to university
Universally acknowledged
As a cursive scholar
Verbally doctoral
I'm versed but I'm hurting for solace
Dispersing the words that I polished
Like a surface of onyx
My larnyx is extraterrestrial
Blessed as a decimal
Golden like phi
Roaming the skies
I'll atone when I die
For the moment I'm known to be higher
Than the zones that I dive in
Grown in a liar's den
But I sire hymns on papyrus ends
Take trips on spaceships
Shapeshift like traced glyphs on paper
My maiden is ageless
So I gave her engravings
That matched her past & future projections
Sewed up her sutures & blessed them
Left men gruesome that viewed her as wretched
Imbued with my hexes, doomed & bested
Till they pursued their betterment
I've tutored buddhas in exodus
With truly suitable lessons
& in turn, I burned & grew from regret
A beautiful blessing
From ghouls with a d**hwish
Worded in sutras celestial
Turned my duda to excellence
A braided drum's message was destined
To transmute
My Plague Monk's pestilent testaments
Into entrancing blueprints
For a mantric view shift
Cancerous fools trip
But they listen attentively
Blissful for centuries
In the distance of endless expansion
They watch the cosmic Goddess
& enter her mansion
She befriends them & answers
Every sin & banter
With a grin & a dance
In the glimmer of lanterns
Awe-struck, they walk up
& pause for a second
They glimpse in her dances
That She is not of their essence
Not of this density
Not a terrestrial entity
We all are spawns of alien nations
Conned by the brailings of fakers
Into believing we're failed angels
But really we're sailing in spaceships
Believe me, our tale is ageless
I'd regale you with traces & signs
But if you're basically blinded
You won't face your confinement
& Limitations, vivid hatred entwines you
You're livid patrons & zombies
You mimic tasteless monsters
Do you even have a clue
How many races this Cosmos
Is breeding in a dew drop
Of Vishnu's optics?
Krishna is truly watching
But not like your Bible's
Big Brother, you're sick brother
Sister don't let them trick you
Discover your Bliss, like Lovers' mists
The Other Side is utter richness
Don't be another statistic
A patriarchally sullen imprint
I am but a muttering misfit
Call me gutter if you wish it
Plagued like my mother with visions
Yet one day I will hover & glisten
Until then, I'll k** men's demons
& spill gems in readings
Instilled in endless gleanings
Del Libro de la Vida (Of the Book of Life)
Miro lo que tu digas (I see what you're saying)
And my ears mute it
Transmute it into
A clear stupa, I circle it
As a spear truthful
With an akashic Siva, in Varanasi's regions
Watch when I talk & heed it...