Cimmerian - Another Turn of The Earth

[Fathom]

Freestyling.com 2001

Sitting with Nine muses, sipping on glowing fluids,
I the tribal druid, on a quest for a love movement,
To my amusement, I watch butterflies float on wind,
As the breeze hums the wings, like stroked violin strings,
Inspiring, eyes shining like refined mined diamonds,
Reflecting enough light to break night the event horizon,
Admiring, the gentle path of nature in my cycle,
The idle, aren’t dynamic enough to move my dipoles,
Watch light pull, life like curious insects to the flame,
We all live and die, either with nothing or fame, it’s all the same,
They say time pains, but I’m rather anticipating,
That in recreation, I’m the first in line waiting,
I’m stating false facts, never, just true myths,
Like rocks on water, I skip moments when I do this,
New to this? Aren’t we all, but our souls are geriatric,
Your body is a temple, enough with silicon and plastic,
Salene packed tits, lifts, tucks, DNA clones,
Right or Wrong, you choose a genome or the poem,
I leave bread tracks in the form of said facts to find my way home,
….And It’s right here, I still travel light years, to spite fear,
It’s quite clear, that you know I enlight peers,
It’s my position, to be G.aining O.nes D.efinition,
And refract 95% of my brain map that doesn’t listen,
Who’s wishing, for a better chance, because how his day went?
Life is for the layman, Your eternity is what you make it…
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*Human Logix*

"My pestilence is evident, in three forms of excellence,
Prevalent sentiments, in Past, Future, and Present Tense" - Cimmerian

[Fathom]

Cimmerian "Life in the Shower"

As I oscillate and turn, listen to my vibrating quotes,
The fading notes, last glimmer, time for saving hope,
I’m creating soap, at least something for sins to wash in,
Turn on the faucet, the final stand, to throw your pawns in,
I dip my palms in, my hands wrinkle from the temperature,
A plethora, of life editors, trying to make us competitors,
Me vs. You etcetera, It’s just time to create a lather,
Debate the data, Contact, the germs disintegrate and scatter,
My fate it matters, gracing my head with Verbal Essence,
Winning the game of life by a hair, with fertile presence,
I hurdle peasants, maybe its just over my king dome,
You think so? Happiness in the present, I bring home,
I’ve seen chrome, But it’s not anyone’s wheel of fortune,
Someone trying to rush me, Flush, the water’s scorching,
I feel a portion, of refined Conditioner, to my merit,
Inherit, lines of shine, soul glow, like catching holy spirit,
I slowly rinse it, till I feel I’m at one with water,
Hydrogen bonding, relationships with sons and fathers,
Shun the offers, to give up the little time with mine,
From my first breath and whine, till the time he’s dying,
Life, It’s just fine, though I’ve been through close shaves,
Was the cut grave? Funny, I was holding the cold blade,
This is art official, but my existence is homemade,
As I slowly, dry off, spring cleaning for a full day.

Lyric Olympics Eyegasms 2001

[Saint]

"Aftertaste"- 2003

Soaked
In water, why there’s water everywhere,
Please, someone can I have a glass of water?
Look down at my palm, watch it wrinkle up,

Like a weatherworn prune that cries water,
Another raisin of a dead man floating,
Open, vain drops stroll down vines for green miles,

Strange, fruits of our labors sway in the sun,
Oddly enough, we hang around, playful in the evening,
Till bedtime and I lie,
Truthfully, Can I have a glass of water?

Rollercoaster grip, still it slips through the fingers,
This night’s a needle to thread sweat beads,
A gaudy necklace to hold the weight on my shoulders-

Heavy, And light headed,
Please, a glass of water?
Cool, calm, collected, taxed, paid in full,
Interesting- dull taste- pleasing, a glass of water,

That I'll toast to a wakeful breakfast in the mourning,
On the sunny side, how would I drink to you!
But I'm so dreadfully thirsty when water is blood,

And all the colors fade away when dyeing
Dry.

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