Most of my lonely conversations
Are with my own ghost... & monsters ageless
I take trips & roam the coasts of continents sacred
Bond with the calmness of the dawns I've tasted
Ruroni ronin, honest & patient
Yet what I seek is Ahimsa... in my songs & in this Matrix
Bleak & sinful, I bleed for weeks in beastly centuries
Breed my speeches & bequeath them to demons that enter me
Mete them tensely, yet when I'm in Sivasana
The dimness of my sins' prana replenishes endlessly
Like Hindu asanas, I was mentored with sensismi
Like Jahnaga Baba, denser than entities from 7th densities
Ensi heavenly, yet I'm also so awful & mentally godless
I can't seem to center my solace
So many seemingly senseless offerings
To the Goddess, to the Gods, Krishna & Buddha
Rudra & Tara, imbued with the views of Rudraksha
& Atma, Son of Satya, & Overground Movement
Sober sound student, with so many astounding blueprints
Soulful & soulless, noble & ignoble
I can't ground my shoe prints, standing in the clouds
Bantering loudly, I'm a nuisance
My cancer shrouded my vocal movements
But now my throat is truest again
The bluest of djinns transmuted
Into a tutor of men in this beautiful den
Filled with the illest ghouls & gremlins
I'm a fool with women
I spill them too many j**els & gems
& most of them are boastfully wasted
Gloating in a tasteless fashion
I'm pacing fast, & debating rashly
Till my fate is ashes to astral matter
As a phoenix, & dust to being
Illustrious readings combust the lust in my dreams
Till they're thrust into the seams
Of a lusciously mustered scene
Gushing beams of Light
If I seem insightful
Trust me, I demean my Life
When I'm speaking
Even if you deem it delightful
So many problems in my rhyming
Like planets revolving in misalignment
I know I'm enthralling but I'm blinded
Scalded from my scorching binds
& the torch you designed to burn them
I turn into my words & verbally observe
My purpose as a universal earthling
For I am of a hybrid birth
Denying churches yet applying
To serve their servants
I owe this to Yeshua
Too many omens in deception
I've molded many weapons
& harnessed them to harm
Tarnished blessed convicts
With celestial garments
Vestigial prodigy
Armed with breaths
Laudably wretched
I'm in the Garden of Prescience
Guarding the Lessons
Yet I'm so quick to dispense them
& mentally mentor men dementedly senseless
I used to be against this
I'm usually for using my senses
Dutifully & intensely
But I do spew foolish entries
Whatever you do, please forgive me
If not for the moment, then do so eventually
I'll walk across toxic densities
& wander lost for atonement
Wanderlust, ponder dust
From Cosmic domes
Till I accost at my home's ocean
& conquer my own ghost...