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2004-05-26 - whoknowsyou new season letting the sun is setting the workers stacking their burros packing I travel alone illusive, unknown. a Yaqui Brujo speaks of beings dark to his clear psychic seeings as I move out beyond the shadowed hills firesides lit indians and stills like statues in the dusk of the unsure I sense that my roadtrip is premature but pilgrimmage has opened up this flight of passage to the shadow land of night where intrigue binds and neverminds denies and lies, forever tries to capture minds with light that blinds deceiving eyes with bogus prize and some have lost their heart like slaves to curious art and none can bring them back this is the trail I track and in the confrontation of this bounty destination there's a royal diadem like the fire of a gem field of energy around like the glory of a crown and it's there inside of me it's the power that set me free with a pure and cleansing shot raising life out of the rot like the elixir of mist I'm a lyric scientist bringing principles to bear slinging shots into the air which transcend the laws that limit I won't know until I'm in it but I dare not trod this path I'm on alone I've been redeemed from God's wrath -- I'm not my own. only visiting this planet I can see right through the granite and the mysteries beyond the flesh and bone the ambassador of every precious stone the patriarch of every tribal spirit zone the blood of bulls n' goats could never full-atone Jeshua Homashea says I can be known. I've been redeemed by God's love -- I'm not my own. � � |