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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
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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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Tussie Mussie
03:14
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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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5. |
431 Blues
03:14
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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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6. |
Galactic Center
02:41
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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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