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spider mind

[/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row type=”full_width_content” scene_position=”center” text_color=”dark” text_align=”left”][vc_column boxed=”true” centered_text=”true” column_padding=”no-extra-padding” column_padding_position=”all” background_color_opacity=”1″ background_hover_color_opacity=”1″ width=”1/3″][/vc_column][vc_column column_padding=”no-extra-padding” column_padding_position=”all” background_color_opacity=”1″ background_hover_color_opacity=”1″ width=”2/3″][vc_column_text]there’s fire in my heart that blazes to the beat of mystics and sages,
poet, princes, and magi’s. From ancient earths, golden ages.
I wander through the starry sky mazes, my mind’s open spaces,
higher realms, other phases, in crystalline places
where the muses and graces ever glow it’s amazing

Lying on my back, eye gaze deep into the morse code zodiac,
dreamin’ in song about the coming of a new dawn.
I close my lids to melt my mind then shed my skin to blend right in
to the holy holographic fractal fabric, where I dream weave sacred seed
geometry, thought forms into tapestry with my spider mind playground poesy.
It travels light speed, i speak my creed, my heartbeat in verse.
I look out from the inside of divine mirrors, in reverse.

When divine mind’s unleashed, you can’t map it. All in the maya’s holographic
We’re blazin sacred fires in caves, resurrecting ancients from graves.
Gettin ritual with the druids, they knew us, they’re telling of the secrets
to unglue us from the matrix, the womb, to liberate our souls from the tomb
and unwind our minds from the iron age shackles of time.

Perpetually in wonder of infinity in it’s infancy,
i spiral like Fibonacci through primordial seas,
aligning my mind with the whims of the wind’s speed
while my echoing eyes wander down the mirrored Halls of Amenti

I slip in and out the keyholes in the doors of perception,
sippin on Dream Tea sonnets sung by Kurt Cobain Vonnegut
served chilled in a chalice. Don’t believe it? Just go ask Alice.

Or use the looking glass, follow the rabbit, ask the queen.
Or did you forget to question reality, since you were
spoon-fed that vice grip for your head by your pal TV?
You’re all boxed up, got a suffocated brain, been washed mundane.
Your imagination’s in chains, it’s gone lame, where’s your flame?

Thank the Illuminati, or did you they teach you to distrust conspiracy?
While you were you busy with your HBO, NetFlix, and your piracy,
they pulled the wool over your third eye, drowning you in the Red Sea,
floatin you down the River Styx. Brother please. Go back to sleep sheep.
Yeah there’s no veil, nor evil. Just Evil Dead on prime time to wipe
your Mind from your head, then fill it with cobwebs instead.

Now give those feathered things, your forgotten wings, a flap.
Those ones you spot forgot on your back, there’s too much slack,
lace em tight like Nikes, do the Hermes, take flight. Spiral up
and Spiral out, spin about through the constellation star map.
Activate that OBE, ignite that spirit and set it free.
Extra-celestials gettin’ terrestrial, soarin to the higher planes
with higher mind, into that paradise where all is Love and Beauty Divine.

swinging from carnival star strings, that great trapeze
of consciousness unleashed, imagination unsheathed,
surfing on cosmic waves of fantastic seas, not fantasy

the art of manifestation is in the magic of imagination. this divine power
of creation bears fruit to loosen the serpent noose wrapped about the the golden
egg hidden in the tool shed, in the basement, underneath the pavement.
In that Jungian cellar, where lies the shadowy dweller, I go within to unveil her.
my anima, my amorphesa celexa, my high plane drifta, she’s a shape shifta

I get aesthetic in the aethers, connecting dots, finger painting inkblots.
I spiral out like Fibonacci, expand my mind like a Mandelbrot,
tracin the zodiac star map, quantum leapin through time in rewind.
I swing from the second hand of the first clock, atomic
My mayan mind’s metronomic, I see life from all angles
in between the full spectrum of the swing. I got divine ciphers symphonic
decryptin the mysteries entombed in mother’s golden womb,
in the crystal akashic, cryptic apocalyptic, tic tic boom!
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