You cannot give what has already been taken
If you thought my space was yours then you have been mistaken

You can read my shitty rhymes
But you have no claim to my time

You can live your life with your dread
And the space in between the lines that you read

I won’t lie to you
The underlying sentiment was true

During our late-night conversations
Your explanations of paternalistic ideations

I saw you could nurture
I saw you having a great future

I smiled right into your eyes
My silence bordering on lies

I failed to mention
Crazy shit about apocalyptic visions

Probably insanity
Possibly subconscious vanity

I was hiding from a different reality
One that would have overtaken us eventually

You might have stayed by my side
But I couldn’t possibly invite anyone along for this ride

Like Dante’s ride through the inferno
It’s one-way ride through the whole show

I no longer see tomorrow
Yet, I know, be it madness and sorrow

Or a return of my vision
It appears this is a solo mission

So, my dear Ms. Not-To-Be
I think you can very clearly see

My exit probably didn’t matter
As I am likely madder than the Hatter

So with tongue firmly in the cheek on my face
I would like to thank you for giving me my space

He’s a prisoner of voices
A poor sucker with no choices

Wandering the beaches
Meditation he teaches

Left with no hope
He’s knotted up a rope

Witches and nuns
Bitches and guns

He’s planning problem eradication
Through humanocidal manifestations

These Enochian battles
Leaving all souls rattled

As the wheel turns
and the planet burns
and the kid earns…

Parabolic stripes
Of Hermetic hype

Bringing about a fiery vision
Creating his one holy mission

A prisoner of voices
A poor sucker with no choices

A 1,000 armed goddess dances for me
Sometimes she morphs into the Virgin Mary

Crazy shit going down as I lay on my Persian rug
My head devoid of any hallucinogen or other drug

Meditation, breathing, and perhaps even chance
I had lucked onto a method for entering a trance

For days I wrestled with an imagined reality
A blue skinned giant insisting she was a deity

Specifically the one God’s sense of compassion
I argued, logically, that she was a figment of my imagination

She fought to remove my atheistic blindness
And to try to convince me to manifest loving kindness

She told me to keep my heart light
Whatever I do it’s going to turn out right

Basically, relax and improvise.
Exactly what I would have done otherwise

So, be it divine inspiration
Or my own mad imagination

I don’t need to try anything new
Just madly love everything that I do

Did I mention the bitch was blue?
I tell you bro, the story is true…

Missing someone
Ain’t no fun

Having someone to miss
Well, that’s perfect bliss

The Way is the Way
It’s not a game to play
Walk your path
Enjoy your wrath
As a part of the wholeness
Even your vitriol is full of goodness
I like your irration
It fills me with compassion
Here’s a tip
Don’t assume I’m on your trip
I never asked to be anyone’s opportunity
Terribly sorry you are unable to get what you want from me
You don’t need a leader for your group
You need to find a drunkard and give him some soup
And when you fuck me please use some really good lube…
I may not be the droid you seek,
But even I can turn another cheek
XXD

Shit, you want to bitch and whine?
Listen kid, I don’t have the time

Your future is yours, so make it
If you don’t like the world then break it

Don’t act the fool
Floating like a bobber in a pool

The country is under occupation
It has been years in anticipation

Times being as they may
People with something to say
Getting doused in pepper spray

Police trampling people’s rights
Rousting campers from their beds at night
People crushed beneath government’s might

There’s something about flies and honey
I don’t mention it now just be funny

Remember things aren’t always as they seem
But, some things may gotten with ease
If one knows The Way to practice peace

So, if you’re feeling like heading to war
I can’t really tell you what you’ve got in store

But, if want feel hip
Listen to this here tip

If you try, I think you’ll find
It doesn’t always hurt to be kind

Dissociation

Mental Isolation

Convinced of my insanity

Having trouble with vanity

Though the voices be kind

I’ve definitely lost my mind

Fighting to get it back

Five gone two left to attack

Using wit and guile

And my own secret smile

With a bit too much pride

I write my name on the side

Tell them exactly what I’ll do

It works each time, this shit ain’t new

So it goes with my personal exorcism

I embrace this mental and spiritual schism

Me and them both

We were all do for some personal growth

Growth through isolation

Growth through dissociation

I stole the lizard’s diamond

He held it tight like his own hymen

The greatest of thieves

Bats  calls me “Jeeves”

I took what can only be given

I took it with trickery, deceit and diversion

I snuck up on a monk

And rifled his trunk

Took the philosopher’s stone

The old alchemist’s favorite bone

Or on Simon’s Street

The Diamonds from the soles of his feet

Don’t know what to do with this boon

I already up and swallowed the moon

They call it a Sutra

I think the word basket, would suit ya’

The lizard’s secret force

Is about to go open source

Without the constraint of a guru vow

I can give away all of his voodoo now

I stole the lizard’s diamond

Now the rest of ya’ll can have ’em

Visual hallucinations
Reduced emotional expression

An inability to recognize what’s real
That’s the actual deal

Episodes of schizophrenia
Followed by periods of dysphoria

Throw in Dissociative Disorder
It sounds like a team who’ll lose in the first quarter

To some, truth is stranger than fiction
To others, sanity is just a minor restriction

Guys like me and Mad Murdock
Never paid much attention to clocks

Every mission
Needs a nut, free of apprehensions

Or a decoy
Good job for crazy white boys

Yes, I’m a crazy motherfucker
But, I don’t care about that, sir

Some folks blame self-medication
Others say it’s all of the infernal meditation

I’m just going to turn up this musical inspiration
I’m still confident that risk isn’t an auditory hallucination

We don’t need a revolution
So much as we need peaceful evolution

I want to kill all the cops
I want to make all of the injustice stop

While seemingly attainable
Peace through violence isn’t sustainable

Not to find fault
But any sharp start or halt

Due to laws of inertia
That when ignored come back to hurt ya

Will cause a lot of political drama
Which in turn leads to terrific mass traumas

I loved to watch them win in Cairo
I cried when the Army took it all back though

Overthrowing the powers of a nation
Isn’t as sustainable as prolonged non-cooperation

Let the governments do
Just don’t let them do to you

They can only take what they can give
If you are a clever monkey you can find a way to live

I prefer to be tricky
For some, my methods might seem a bit icky

That’s cool, there are lots of ways
To live outside of control while living out your days

If you’ve got the means and can’t wait
You’re lucky, just expatriate

Look around and see
Somewhere out there is a place to be

I won’t say exactly what to to do
I’ll leave the particulars up to you

Probably, though, you aren’t rich
Obviously you don’t want to be the State’s bitch

For you, my friend, there is still much hope
For it is you who will give the government it’s rope

You don’t have to steal and rob
To avoid a government feeding, soul-eating, job

You might have to give up some luxury
But no one said being change was easy

There are too many ways too feed yourself minimally
I wouldn’t ask you to figure out for me

This doesn’t mean we get to relax
No, the mission is to deprive the Man of his tax

Not to sound like too much of a geek
But I’m talkin’ about turning the World Greek

It’s really terribly funny
These State’s run on fiat money

All the taxes they took
Those were just numbers in a book

The people kept safe from harm
The workers kept like animals on a farm

This is no joke
If you want to cast off the yoke

We do need to take care of one another
We must treat each other like brothers

Just like the nun in the soup kitchen
Even a fed’s gotta feed all of his children

I know life ain’t free
This is why we have underground economies

I used to reccomend barter
But online, it’s a bit harder

Today we’ve got Bitcoin, so…
Currency can’t be taxed when it’s crypto

Sure, it’s all fake
But it keeps the revenuer from getting his take

This my friend
Is the goal in the end

The sheriff was got by the Hood
Robbin’ the coperatin’ capital is good

If you want defeat Whitey and the Man
This my dear friend would be a good plan