Floriography

by Taste Nate

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1.
Linguistics or language of flowers It isn't the what But the knower hower Applied wisdom Acquisition of formulas What's that? Our current system Is a proclamation of "facts' What the observer has acquired From watching Does not qualify them as acts And I ain't doing anything There is an inheritance of patterns Processing your development As you stare into caverns Pre determined practices Work favorably to our planters We can dedicate less on facts Consider our observations To be insightful to our behaviors Bloom like a flower bent without a person spent They tried to write me out the history books I laughed When ever I was shorthanded I existed in the stenograph When the moon type Is decided The spell casts Like the Spell on the boldface liars The cold case And never remedy The attitudes The words screaming from My Scold face Ignited like the growth spaced With the Latitudes of platitudes When the voice interjected I intercepted the bicameral The voice that spoke through me And the voice that spoke To the other flower holes The visions intercepted By the passer buyer Like a window shopper Getting gratified By my elaborate pattern throws A stimulation into Extraordinary memory relapse Like a historical camera Roll The luxuries we seek Are rain fall A furry company Nestled underneath Nothing extinguishes The energy of electricity Discharging from my speech Let me take yall to the memory That you all so commonly beseech The men of mars Touched the Garden of Eden One tree they were so spent on meeting I was the one that they discarded As meaningless Cause they were dead on speechless And I was eloquent They chose quaaludes Over colloquialism Mild melodious Symphonic Cenotes Wild rainbow Syntactic board Curves resistance mergers The firmament of religious fervor Poured a calcination Over ever reservation That he would seek He called it his called belief And he was dead on keeping It And he would speak it loud The Language of Flowers Every time a cowboy came to town A new wildflower Was staring him down It would work on him He wouldn't work with it Every time he would kill it He would try to tie it down Like he would tie the ribbon The last thing he visioned Was the flowers Colored dye on his pigment They both transpired To become United Without interruption From their mission
2.
Some see me as a thorn But really I'm a leaflet Hana Kotaba Hana Kotaba I arrange colors From the mind frame Roll a message In marajuana You eat scrolls The dead is feathered In the metal of my objects Wrapped in golden Vine screams Stories of the adjunct Passions stab the cactus When I flow My Message Dahlias You smell me Acquired taste Fire of exchange House an energy in Hana Kotaba Hana Kotaba Hana Kotaba Hana Kotaba Chamilla a million Ways to remember A new pulse In Futurama When I spring Another change up Transients Cherry blossom Hiawatha brought The yellow sun To brighten up the violet Renew the Kiku No longer in grief view Be in Satori with with my partnas Hana Kotaba Hana Kotaba Hana Kotaba Hana Kotaba Hana Kotaba Hana Kotaba Hana Kotaba Hana Kotaba Hana Kotaba Hana Kotaba Hana Kotaba Hana Kotaba Hana Kotaba Hana Kotaba Hana Kotaba Hana Kotaba Hana Kotaba Hana Kotaba Some see me an over nighter Bud been in the turd bunker Engraved like a fiery matrix (I really wish you didn’t miss your lover) Had to unbury the cantera To reach into the opal fields It was with you like the Pantera Equipoise for a golden yield Some see me as a polar tyrant They bit their bliss in a wired segway The star is marked its not a gateway Don’t throw away the broken item Join the piece with Kintsugi craftsman Place the gates and mend it gently At once it was sought by movies actors Then the practice you devote is trendy Tell him what you lack for? Missed the whole restoration Gave up steps for finished products The lighter foots lay on the bluebell Be thankful with this Hana kotaba Hana kotaba I am as gentle as the honeysuckle Always with my Purple Renge Far away but doesn’t maim may April Joogs are for the Pious Morning Glory Will-full promise in Hana Kotaba Hana Kotaba Hiawatha brought The yellow sun To brighten up the violet Renew the Kiku No longer in the Grief view Be in Satori with with my partners Hana Kotaba Hana Kotaba Hana Kotaba Hana Kotaba Hana Kotaba Hana Kotaba Hana Kotaba Hana Kotaba Hana Kotaba Hana Kotaba
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In your throat is a treasure trove of tones Sensory notes to the flora and the fauna Lion hearted Arthur Threatened by Morgana More gone is agony and pride With all my senses deprived I left my feelings in a Tussie Mussie While I try to rewrite my destiny It fares well with out a store clerk Whiff a mouthful of her own myrthe Come on mirror me your stardust So I come down back to earth It's Dreamy as a leathered mare outchea Still I can't relax I'm just a man inside a bubble With a leaking Connector patch I gift the message in the color code Intercepters are all tone deaf Receivers tell me that they love me The aroma is my only A refrigerated chamber With no time for last Discussions Sometimes you gotta start negative To see some successions I can see the world In a succulent Tussie Mussie It tells me that you loving him A double talk To the nuclear I am still unsure If the message says You want me Aroma oil Covered up my earth Like a tussie mussie On my silver cord Wrap me up in your repetiteur And I'm still unsure Then Tussie Mussie Lets her mercy surge Ylang Ylang Cassia cassette tapes Sandpaper kisses champagne Shakespearean end game Red dead redemption He'd shoot it through His redwood pipe horn Cherry colored bullet point A lesson on the essence shortage She got magnolias on her message board In midsummer with the peppercorn Carnation on her tulips Let my freak flag fly A grapefruit peels her shirt back A birch wood Keeps a watchful eye Dragon keep the gold hoarded In case someone wants to build a spaceship So they can board it The first thing the little prince did On his lonesome planet Was take a the seed of sinsemilla And try to plant it Like remote viewing Twist the Tussie Mussie Broadcasts keep renewing Keep the fluids rushing Sing a smoke single At once to all his neighbors It was the thing they needed To get out of Sensory deprivation Chambers I can see the world In a succulent Tussie Mussie It tells me that you loving him A double talk To the nuclear I am still unsure If the message says You want me Aroma oil Covered up my earth Like a Tussie Mussie On my silver cord Wrap me up in your repetiteur And I'm still unsure Then Tussie Mussie Lets her mercy surge
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He a millennial She a millennial Entheogenical He a millennial She a millennial Entheogenical Breed like perineal Through the continual He a millennial She a millennial Entheogenical On Planet x Puffin cancer cigarettes Forging scripts Serving xanex Opiate addicted When the pain is over Now the lane is cobra When the man hexxed Shady luminence In the panic room When the shadow looms It's Pan's Labyrinth Panacea within Natures plants Kicking habits With an Entheogen A plant that grows in the tropical storm Reduces to topical ointment Kaducius mixing the poisonous potion Turn over relief Towards A mystical lotion The drifters neurois Identifies with miserable focus The business egoic Clipping your wings And convicting your growth Giving your truth To a cyclical hostess Commune with the fumes Of the muse That transmutes All forms into Views of garden Bloom through The View Of a mutable future Removable blues Lift the darkness In the disguise Like a centerfold Open your tentacles Life has a way Of bringing you back To the suitable hues Of the cosmic He a millennial She a millennial Entheogenical He a millennial She a millennial Entheogenical Breed like perineal Through the continual He a millennial She a millennial Entheogenical Look within the rosetta stone You can see why pa py-ri Leviathan came To thicken out the sides Now we wind da da Wind da da The cure getting wrapped like a Ptah The stone of syncretism The combining tone of your coptic cross It's the schools of thoughts it's Crossed up like Latifa Been Strippen down to a show for girls Like a Demi urge Displayed a grayer Ash Tint Relationship is neo platonist I'm the Vedas Aztek Concentrated magic You twinkle under the fine grain The lamp in the alabaster A piece in the night Open the neuero the pass words Feline warrior within Playing drums To all of their sistrum Coming to believe She an Entheogen One we could never get our feel of Open the doors of perception Feeling like puffin the Huxley Brave new worlds Will never thrive when Contaminates dusty The experience is modified Because it's psychic reality Material is not denied Forgiveness comes gradually He a millennial She a millennial Entheogenical He a millennial She a millennial Entheogenical Breed like perineal Through the continual He a millennial She a millennial Entheogenical
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431 Blues 03:14
Heart Dissonance At least my heart was in the right place Heart was off centered Hang me out to dry Wholeheartedly Strung out The harp centered Connected to the vine Experience is never measured The blind leading the blue To the point in time When healers had their heads severed The seerer didn't die 431 blues Color of the ghost light Willo the wisp In the night grows A cold fusion A flower that is wired To a mixture of absolution You could ask the seer Answer what your hands dealt The pale man hands eyes Would fail in the land bluff You could be the judge Or the overruler The seeker doesn't ride gavels The blues follows the fuse Where every the vibe travels We wired For a peripatetic life style Without catching flights With baggage A life style That allows sacred contracts To catch lights while The rhymes collapsing the blight now Take a hard stance into The blue stained glass Lift the eyes refraction Become the glass then Watch your own eyes refraction 431 blues it's the cold fusion Berry your light down To the gold cubic Carry your light out Through your own music 431 blues it's the cold fusion 431 blues it's the cold fusion Berry your light down To the gold cubic Carry your light out Through your own music 431 blues it's the cold fusion Lanch the 2nd dairy wave To the strange future Love is more than a game When matchmaker play cupid The love you send into the future Collected in a hub With 431 blues You handed your love The flowers of your lifestyle The diamond of your light moves Ultracentrifuge Rotating blues That have spliced out The alignment of your moves Unblock residues With the flower of light That is iced out I rhyme pictures with sound The picture established The sound quality Quality of my life style Depending on how Your lights sounds The world of your Kah Divine child Console union Soul mates Recourse into new moon The cold Fusion Blending of your whole soul The fine blue prints Seeing into the whole soul The growth Of the flower chart The soul sparks The gold cubic 431 blues it's the cold fusion Berry your light down To the gold cubic Carry your light out Through your own music 431 blues it's the cold fusion 431 blues it's the cold fusion Berry your light down To the gold cubic carry your light out Through your own music 431 blues it's the cold fusion
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In my house are many mansions Each hand holds an eye Each eye holds a legend Each room has an atmosphere It extends to ring the laughing mirror Get back into your actors chairs Each room builds up characters You enter new diggings It unties your cold solids It is pure and it's resounding It's the dance you have It's no folly It's no acid trip, it's no molly A propulsion with a matching strip It clears out miasma It's the draft that shifts in rose hips It blows out the daftness With out the road disaster You want to get in at Max speed The gestalt parts the whole piece The Photonic belt That holds the Soul key Ecliptical winds that blow seeds A star forms Sacred Tree There are too many tars within parceps To deal with one Galaxy Golden Gate around my neck Galaxy running through my wrist I come from nothing turn up Pour a universal elixir Front and center of my wheel is a real one Front and center of my wheel is a real one Pulse the center through the balance In my dish Wake the fire I collided I exist Plasma running through my wish Front and center of my wheel is a real one Merging stirring turning into 5th dimensional In every breath you take Is a key to your reception The energetic shockwave They propel a service engine Life is purpose driven The wheel is directionless Throughout every recession It's your accompaniment Dropped off the doing tireless So you can carry on The song with guided silences It's the fire ball inside it's the Three star equivalent To the one that nourishes The flower flourishes As you find your galactic center stage This voice is an instrument The air reads What that breath speaks Words are picked so freshly Record it mix then press me On invisible tape Each note is shaped Like the feeling of shared intimacy You are what you made up Every breath free Disciplinary You are what you gave up To have what you are made of

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Floriography : The Language of Flowers
Putting biological language ahead of technical language in order to move more freely through our dense reality. An experiment with the generate principle. When you speak with your heart and your mind, the resonance takes shape. The colors of each tune cross the divide.
Floriography is a continued pursuit of the mystery; communicating the knowing from inside. By changing the language through your being, you are present in eternity.

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released June 27, 2020

Produced, Mixed and Mastered by Taste Nate

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