Kalki - My Own Ghost lyrics
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...