2003-06-24 - sometime a.m.
peer behind the urban vibe
I am the firstborn of my tribe
but that's not where I came to be
(the present life inside of me)
I was a seed where two beams meet
the cross of victory and defeat
a strength found in adversity
when came the hell bound destiny
upon the man-soul deity
where, in the abyss of the sea,
deep inside the earth's belly
came the heaven borne decree
the unregenerate are free
conception there took place for me
so born was I outside of time
implanted in this vibrant chime
like resonance and residue
residual plasmic remnant clue
of mysteries buried in the sand
a parable, not sleight of hand,
a multi-application dose
one size fits all, it's me, your host
now drop your trowsers show your cheek
this is the shot to fuel the weak
the freak you out take of the week
the missive memoir, so to speak
to seek you out, make-up your cheek
where some hyped needle penetrated
left you strong, rejuvenated,
upon whence you congratulated
all AMPs who participated
in your drama understated
is the pain that led me to
the crossbeams, rugged, roughly hewn,
where wrist crotch hung the iron pegs
the spike immobilized the legs
the nerves became the thoroughfare
of pain beyond the mind's compare
like burning surges through the limbs
but that's not what was scaring him
the nightmare he could not foresee
the devastation there would be
when once for all eternity
the judge condemned and wouldn't see
until the torment paid as planned
to satisfy the just demand
of death for every rebel act
let alone the obvious fact
of mandkind's blood association
with the first born of creation
predisposed him for defection
an outlaw soul of direlection
all these dregs of vilenesses
had reached their crag deprecipice
and trapped crossbeamer in the midst
the place where heart strings still exist
those phantom cravings fed by life
enabled passions which were rife
with elements of that which takes
with little thought for others' sakes
and seldom hears the orphan's cry
has reasons for each alibi...
but heavier than all those would be
the evils one should never see
and that's the cup he drank that night
the liquid mix of wrong and right
of good and evil coalesced
the righteous curse on all the rest
would force him to be left alone
for once the king forsook his son
for all the sins from great to least
order him torn up by beasts
taken to the desolation
this is why in desperation
he cried out, "please let it pass"
not willing to partake alas
there was no other way so let
beads of blood come forth like sweat
when in the caldron of debate
between instinct and emulate
consume your mate to consumate
ejaculate and celebrate
insemenate and ovulate
where all the factors culminate
in aggregate dirt, germinate
he knew that he would make it through
this must take place in order to
undo the deed which did man in
deliver man from death within
abysmal plumes of smothering smoke
were nothing when the Father spoke
declaring licenses revoked
all those who hocked the title deed
in the garden of crushed seed
this is where I was conceived
there came of two back into one
when Jesus said, "Your will be done.
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