Masculinity via Poetry A remarkable woman came to me with a gift, a lyrical key to my heart. To integrate this new spark of wisdom and connection, I anchored poetry and began to evolve via her mythos of ancient rhyme cuisine. This revolutionary exploration of Man and multidimensional rhyme opened new archetypal pathways into my higher heart, and the traditional structure of literature dropped away. Finally, I learned that the act of manifestation from art can unbind the senses, but poetry brought me deeper into my feelings in both intellectual and creative ways.
1. A Pleiadian prince was promised to be king and ruler over 7 Stars, but instead, he pledged his throne to the Earth Goddess and the people. One day, the Prince walked back to the gods, living in humility with power. He would wear no crown, own no lands or material value, and win no glory. Finally, he walked alone, a shield for the people and his tongue as a sword; only his works would bear witness to this vow. Enchantress, mystic of the lake, Ancient lady whispers, Orion, give up your illusion made of crown vows, fall to the ground below, return to her reinvention mythos of the ages, ancient theatre's flame forging. Uriel's temperament angel in disguise, love her ways 1000 faces stay, octaves grow Kalis soul save our kingdoms.
Microphone his sword in this new techno trance reality, songs of old masculine set in stone dissolving, the alchemizing matriarch in patriarch, and angelic grid Michael's home. Nobody's trying to leave until their time; untie me with red wine vines, those eyes feminine cry, let me loose, Goddess body I adore, folklore medicine mushroom spores, 2020, my escape; I can't stop letting my sins drop away, collect no more.
2. I entered from the great central sun through a mother to have fun; the soul made visible turned physical spirit dressed in dense matter. The threshold of the great brotherhood descends through the veil with a new tale enveloped within airwaves and frequency, balancing the male grail. Stay true to your throne, your Male Frame now home, trading illusions of cock-tales and queens for that space in-between. The Beta is tempting, Theta ignoring; Alpha holds the key to the bridge of glory.
3. Sunlight Moonlight Oh, how she wanders like a speechless woman on a dark stormy night brightened by the lit moonlight; she bathes with flowing water and running streams over the threshold of her earthly body. Behold, a new misty morning emerges as the icy winter solstice draws near; she solidifies her sensual fire. Her skin was deeply filled with eyes of truce declared as his sunlight rays took the air, thus moving shadows of stones this sleepless moon once shown.
It happened so fast in our past, electrify me, purify me, and coax me into your will, redemption fulfillment in the frosty air Everlasting fire emitted. Together they ignite the eternal dance that shows no weariness as man and woman begin to heal their fury with a prayer and balance of Sunlight Moonlight.
4. Her sensual fig tasted so good that I had not eaten another, so I returned to the Earth Mother. But, you see, Females want choice and faithfulness like a Queen bee. So why deny her rightful place to be on the Galactic tree? The transition from promiscuity to pair bonding is a stormy sea, but a man in command won't settle unless there is a flow of honey and a hot kettle. I need one to have fun and ascend to God, his only sun. 5. Matriarch in red I smoked my last cigar with a glass of whiskey in old Chicago. I pondered on such things as the fluidity of her eyes and the holographic convergence she imprinted deep into my soul. I was a man’s fall from grace with her heart map reconfigured but led astray by the woman in red mirrored. Her vivid reflections of my crystalline past reminded me of my ancient landing craft.
In awe of wonder, I undressed this hue of red from slumber, exposing 7 millenniums of subtle honour and Anunnaki cosmic copy placed upon her. Again as I age in this era made by Illuminati, I activated my physicality rooted in a light white body. Come join me on this quest through time and space as the veils lift for a new human race. We are few, but the harvest is bountiful.
6. She was once a fractal vibrating coherent heart rhythm; now, she is manifesting a human primal/tribal algorithm. Although she is of flesh and bone, that fractal heart rhythm will guide her back home. In To Me, I See You
7. I vowed not to look in her book of seeds as its been lifetimes since doing so, but the heart in bloom made room in circulating libraries. I viewed visions of Egypt as she in me carried the ankh and she in he carried the scepter of executive director. More robust the bodies, the easier to ground our echoes below like stairs to this meld in now merging chakra rainbows.
8.Heart awakening As I lay amidst her wings so bright snowflakes fall from the bright moonlight. I have always known her subtle moans from native drums long ago, below, but generators of unlimited love-free energy from above. As I lay undressed, easing the thumping in my chest, unleashing our wildest dreams. My role is to watch her grow, holding in mature arms the man I was made to be. So, she is free to open her own version, dressed in Persian. This is a must; it may feel rushed, but time undid not relevant here. Be what nobody does to achieve what nobody has, and these templates can be a reality for everybody at their time when ready. For you, my Queen, I will dine in the light and bring all that delight to humanity.
9. Snakes unwind, set ablaze heart chakra open, cosmic trigger undone all of man will come; this opening indeed is quite profound in my devotion.She before raised my KA 10,000 years ago. Her garden opened to my splendour among the fright of humanity, so now my light becomes mighty for the fair hair lady. The eternal fire lit active my sacred heart indeed, for I am both a traveller of time and space; all may be revealed. 2019 The Essenes put in order brotherhood unites 2020 feminine world order.
10. Blue Yellow fellow When she shares her wisdom, I become an integrated man and sit up high on my throne in demand. Now, I elevate to love safely perched from above; I recognize and materialize back down to her again. From her bellow below, she lets me enter within a roar unrecognized yet stabilized; I pull back out with doubt and rise up for a better man in me. Yet, again she laughs at me above and pulls me deeper into her mercy, forbidden rain; I drown in her river flow she opened up to 26,000 years ago.
11. Her bow became a mighty arrow in flight; behold a golden dawn, the new man appears. Goddess delight splendour of time the request of Artemis prevails; she struck him below her mission achieved Adam Kadmon revealed.
His light was too bright, adrenals unwinding, and she summoned the women from the east. Next, Hungary, Romania, Moldova and Ukraine came putting this man's west to the test. So, they tantalized his delights around the circle of crows keeping him on the ground glory bound. Now, a Freeman walking sprouting new visions, her arrow began filling with conditions; alas, from above, Artemis wept to bask in his newfound glory. Next, she sent Arachne to scribe his story and weave her web made from cosmic silver and gold glory. Here the lonely morning star holds with his 144 thousand bold, Caught laid-spun experiments now done, she returns to the primordial man.
12. Let's open this passage flow; dimensional currents glow; we've seen each other before. Orion dreams Gabriel snarls, surprising pink hearts, tangerine skies purple pearls. This lonely soul wanders Leo ponders and roars. Regulus looks right through me. Let's get high for a while. This angel smiles; how much are you willing to risk for something cosmic like this?
Blond hair, soft kiss, her lips set me adrift; Scorpio high Antares still fly, illuminating the 7th-dimensional ride to 2025; this spell lasts forever. Finally, Orion boasts his toast, and his boat cruises the cosmic sea; Dionysus joins red wine dining, a little blinding and feeds Gabriel's soul.
Let's get high for a while, Orion smiles; how much are you willing to risk for Physicality like this?
The angel's trumpets Blow, and white feathers fall to earth, balancing scales. Let her Seduce you, spell you, pray for you; her heart spills out with rhythm and wisdom; she has risen from her eternal prism, woman's rights in light-harvesting plants throat chakra trance.
13. Orion's belt, now more to adore, 12 stars bright, ascension delight set on Sirius looking to score. Taurus enters the gate and attempts to moderate; Orion leaps the bull, vindictive horns deep in America, thrashing about. Redshirts filled with glorified envy, Orion's frenzy, eyes identified Root Chakra Catalyzed, and ancient roots materialize, Dog Star personified. Universal life respected divine woman interconnected, simple organic guarantee to make a change in holographic me, blue yellow pulsations her star is free, she to be.
14. Let's share a toast for my host Uriel, who enters from the cosmic sun and descends into God's flavored Son, where councils hide, Saturn now undone, Twin flame union one. Angel Aura enters, 144 thousand members, shifted the universal pole, 2007 invoked, 2012 a joke, 2020 commands me. Alchemical sword bleeds the nine decrees, purify me resurrected from emerald stone. Uriel Broke the chains that bind me, a mastermind unwinds me, forgetting the money and fame do not die in vain, fire that grid, Goddess blows her trumpet "Kodoish, Kodoish, Kodoish Adonai Tsebayoth."
15. This journey starts on the catwalk, Chamuel's lost prayer is stuck in fashion, and Orion laughs with compassion. Scientific location, spiritual exploration rooted in new haven, above angels strut across the rainbow bridge. 13 moons delight first light; goddess shows the way home, crab nebula gifts a key, Uranus enters Taurus. Despite blind white light, Orion folds over Chamuel's eye; cosmic giggles cosmic slap Orion's rap; Andromeda council surprised and apologizes, frowns at his shamanic clown; the solar Queen enters. Orion straightens his crown and bows; titan trembles, his heart she grips squeezing divine flow, Pleione 8-d genome known, she opens the door, and Thuban star he enters, sights set on Draco. Feel the Air and flowers in the angel's hair; Chamuel soars as Orion walks out the door, all things equalized. Don't forget your Queen.
16. Sign of the times this lifetime my final show, Pleiades I must go, volume control opens the door, the mind of a man letting go, his story will be told. Azrael, open arms, wings of light, what have I been waiting for? Will I make it to the other side, realized? Run away from her; love has kept me here; Violet white doves emanate from her glory.
The elegance of Elohim entices me, Apollo's chariot awaits, Orion boards without a sword, Merkavah galore, Michael's trumpet his lord appeared, Metatrom awaits his newborn son 2030 begun. The great white Brotherhood unites sisterhood in flight, Venus in transit, ascension her delight-worthy crown, applying lotions, and alchemic potions, lubricating her soul, whispering sexy talk in her ear.
17. Parent patterning is recognized, falls outside the divine plan, ancient roots materialize, and her storyboard is alive inside. She rewrites her own script, child eyes, hoops, ribbons, rhythmic dragon surprise, and story books of old re-done under Pachamama's green thumb. Seraphim applaud, rainbow dew drops from Vega star, goddess Diana awakes Jupiter retake Orion has waited so long. Higher dimensional octaves she weaves, dressed in the fabric of time, cherubim lifts the veil from her face, Zerakiel creates a new earth template, 9-d contrast 2035 ride. Diana dances across the lunar sky; Orion swims with Sagittarius butterflies and cools his fire rising.
18. Karmic web undone, Orion spun, spinning dimensions faster upon their cosmic axis. Raphael returns, mediates Orion's run around the sun, resonates, and allocates souls lost in the fabric of time. Angel accessing Akashic temperance, tarot spread in order, stitching galactic wounds closed, stardust Angel's medium of choice thread divine. All hail desire rides the rails, Orion surfing cosmic rhymes sublime, Cardassian council dines, Reptilians drink angels wine laced in silver and ecliptic gold,11-d primed in Raphael's mind all is forgotten. Great white sisterhood supports, shines 2045 divine, Lyra's consort the Harp vibes Dolphina's back to its sea harmonizing liquid mirror rising to stabilize a new board of trustees; finally, a man stands alone his inner throne praising woman achieved, tenderness, love, togetherness.
19. Old masculine Templates are done as Orion reaches for Sirian Sun via Galactic light Thresholds. Kolob's light displacement meets his Evolution Accelerating Crystalline Brain Delight, a new male set high held in her 13-dimensional stable. Fine looking specimen and a miracle of ancient medicine, priestess brew manifests from her goddess voodoo. Next, Orion meditates and formulates his new light body for her pleasures, matriarch to dine on his octahedron fine, so please slow down to partake in his primordial bloodline.
The woman gathers in a circle, twirling and whirling amidst the Tears of Shiva, his eternal pillar of fire; her voice is heard, and white ribbons blind the machine; they meet, see each other free, Judas tree. Her illusion mind can't be satisfied; don't judge it flow into it; pick one to undermine it; dopamine will rise in her body, her immune system regenerates, and respect is earned, not given.
20. Thunderbird screeches and lightning pierces the gypsy woman's soul; awaken wise sisters to your celestial totem pole and dance on the earth barefoot below. Old sages join, and red string glows around an old birch tree, where grandfather medicine flows through a woman's soul, purifying ancient crow wisdom. Dimensional expansion red woman hears the call where condors and eagles fall, Sky people return, aligning red man's holy order, rebirth condors, eagles soar, a new medicine to explore. Women take back the drum, forget what man has done, bear medicine midnight sun, keys to the kingdom deep elder son. "Nyaweh"
21. Soft lips penetrating Kiss, I miss Artemis's hips. She purrs like a kitten and howls like a wolf when I am deep inside her. At first, I wondered if I could play with her bow like a harp, but when I pulled out, her arrow struck my heart. So now I bow on one knee to the Titan from below while she and seven sisters above light me a glow.
22. Alpha man under Super moonlight, Horus Physical, Hathor visible, sweet surrender embraces her grows in Galactic gardens. Did you lose yourself or wet yourself with tears of joy, her story, his melody, her glory. Lunar stones are placed around his wrists, white feathers and lovers kiss below 3 stars; everything we touch comes and goes; remember mars? Barefoot maidens in emerald pastures milking cosmic cows traded for texting stories, Eastern Europe the last frontier where real women grow morning glory. Winter winds blow Scandinavian Crows; Angles whisper Ancient Atlan, Adamic, and Enochian sigils below. But In the end, the traditions failed because the women left villages for the Beta Male Grail.
23. Let’s call on ancient mystics long ago, golden ratio atlas body dials bandwidth radio, cosmic pie compilations in the sky, folklore traditions soar amongst the stars storyboard. Situational love goes from moment to moment, another loss, another treasure topsy turvy, Horus fury Hourglass trophy. Goddess of Love, mistress of life, I see it in me now; he cleans up well, let her slip away into the underworld, her love always in demand from another man. Deep dark abyss DNA spirals, reptilian ship cowards, Horus follows her down the hole, spiritual antenna empowered, he observes her lovers in man friends by the hordes hyper hypergamy she is definitely the lord. She reaches for Apples from atop the tree, never settling, swinging commitment-free, Horus learning from thee, oh Goddess free.
24. Sinking Deep, Solomon reward, and three kings restored. Dionysus builds the temple, theatre, madness, mad hatter, body slim and original sin within every religion known to man. Apollo makes the mind, prophetic visions on a mission where ravens fly, crackling oracles Ka sun God Ra. Orion enchants the stars, Pleiadian, Zamolxian spirit soars, seven doves adored, trinity points down; Zeus spoke, cosmic joke, cosmic slap, child’s rap melody solved his riddle; it’s one of those skills I learned in grade school, Olympian fools. So hook me up, dial me in a masculine divine; she carries a horn of plenty filled with grapes and wine, mescaline salad digests, intergalactic psychotropic councils, tripping on the divine. Vesta flash red ash lights my heart, inner fire burns, the sacred heart returns, to trust this patron saint, now a goddess in the sky, Cosmic dew drops cry, tears flow silver and gold Chronos coins, rainbows filled my pockets. Now, I lay and watch the boatman’s hand reach to me, come to me, his coins indeed, leave it all behind this rhyme can’t take with me.
25. Sweet Brandy cools the senses, liquid candy, liquid gold Pleiadian council dressed in Platinum, Silver, copper and chrome to roam through his thirsty neurological zone. Crystal invagination turns inwards where wormholes grow, and my white magician holds greys, browns and blues out of control where female socialites roam under our dome, quarantine zone. Life passes by chasing ambitions and achievements. Don’t forget the Isms, socialism, and Catholicism, with organized hierarchy and old system rhythms.
26. This soul rolling like tumbleweed through a deep dry desert door, waiting to explore, cool lonely night taking the floor. Alpha atop Desert Mountain alone, this lonely man roams, and his quiet oasis quenches his thirst, delaying drinking pools from moonlight reflection and women’s so-called perfections.
Dessert day dies, starry night reborn, and constellations brighten the limelight in his theatre. Crowds of dimensions assemble for the show; Jupiter brighter notices this man’s glow, aura gold.
Pinholes of time create a relevant mind, and collapsing stars, supernovas, and royal rubies fall from her face, the fruitful feast of tears unannounced to kingdoms and mansions below perfecting our art, our show.
27. This Script I ponder, use the power to stay longer, body to body I wander, 30 thousand years old this story told, Light redemption in order, fire tetrahedron recorder primordial Aum calling me home. Would you go for it or hide if you knew you would die? Would you leave a notch on humanity’s chalkboard belt and leave a legacy behind? However, death sometimes frightens me, so curse the lord who has opened the akashic paradigm; now I live life to its fullest, faster than the multidimensional bullet.
28. I am Living life in her love like a déjà vu; this is true; the tones echo ancient keys quantifying my reality, opening body locks, mind locks and spirit locks we merge as one, aum Shanti ohm. She layers tracks from the Holy Feminine aspect of the Transcendent One; her software Shekinah rainbow is now in flow to everyone. She broadcasts the holy orders, her instrument the divine captivating crowd's with her alchemist rhyme, a manifestation of higher evolved creations in her orchestra. Kaleidoscope scope eyes, now internalized multidimensional templates realized while she mixes her music. Magnetic poles flexing, Auras expanded in all 4 directions, the crowd in bliss from her kiss and magic telepathic hit or miss on her cosmic dance floor.
29. Before we slip into the unconscious, I want to undress your test, the woman in the red dress. One more kiss and bliss are chasing you to my place of rest where black birds fly and freedom lye. We have loved all over the place, and our home is still here, but this life may be more about you and me, rhythm and blues, another tune again for you. Another life, another body, a new toy, crystallizes our flagship for her pleasures. The akashic timeline, I don’t mind a pretty face, another lovely place, flaming heart space dangling silver pendulum continuum, old Bohemian Chicago where I walked free, escape plan guarantee ford Model T. Let’s take the poison from the poison sea, close your mind and let the pain run through me, girls with thrills now in LA, day’s bright fill souls with night, another mask, and another story deliver me from rock star glory. These illusions serve my weakness, those castles in the sky; instead, I fly above your cry and witches brew, but remember, what happens in this world echoes in others; we are all born from a mother.
30. The concrete glare I now stare at does not compare with the Transylvanian forests filled with apples, walnuts and pears. I miss my winter slumber with fire and air while viewing the constellations emitting a glare. Romanian infrastructure restored, Burebista adored, Thracian sun unites his golden run, megaton evolution begun. This bohemian king was set free and let loose to roar on the dance floor; the 8th kingdom was home. Bendis takes flight 2020 sunlight world summit in order, Transylvania untold ascended again, Ophanim collision Ezekiel's vision, what's all the fighting for, please no more to understand what's in store. Sirius, gates open, Moldova arrives Dacian surprise, sunrise, and one flag dragon in the sky. Eminescu's high, the spirit of his mythos, beautifies the Carpathian Mountains Zalmoxis is reborn in the hearts of the Romanian people.
31. Lets share a toast with our host King Burebista, and drink to his return where eternal pillars burn, infused and laced with eutrophic, ecliptic silver and gold circuits. This chalice brews a higher resonance, persistent openings, and heartbeat elixir now echoing within the Dacian people. Unified catalyzed mesmerized the 8th kingdom now identified, this order restored and glorified once more, a state of heaven the keys forgiven held with dragons and wolves, hear them roar. Yet, at the same time, eagles soar, making new connections in our brains. Feel this transparent rain, shake it out, sweat it all out, let the doubt wash away, to Ride this king's cosmic highway; it's Romania's fate while Dacia waits inside you. Enjoy this ancient gallery's approval stage below the base of blidaru, where Thracians secretly rule.
Once you realize you are all of it, you will stop stressing about it; this accuser returns in flesh and bone to burn down Rome; it is neither home nor the cradle, just a Colom of lies; come on, pretty momma, show your disguise. Let it take us deeper inside. Then, all will be safe where snakes awake, and kundalini unwinds and thrives; this time, take good care of your lands and please do not stare as I pass by.
32. Bird creatures, inter-dimensional travel, come to lay upon reptilian eggs in diamond gravel, spawning rainbow plums under swan suns illuminating a soft indigo glow aligning to fairies below as tides swim in and out across milky river shores. Crystal tones spin round and round as these creatures chant melodies of 528 conscious create but wait, they hatch, spilling 144 thousand bold baptizing in indigo glow ascending from tides that swim in and out across milky river shores.
528 and 428, re-assimilate reverberating octaves within and without one and other. Trumpets blow angels crow as ravens play guardians to the throne below; this new trance flows from head to toe, peace prevails a new species grow anchoring to this higher grid. Set ablaze, fire the grid Eastern Europe wins this chalice cup, and Romania sets the pace in this race feminine domain, ascension rain. Play these tunes together and come hither with heather, golden dawn spawns Dacian bracelets wrapped around arms leading home; open your eyes to the light to command this download.
33. From Thoth to Hermes and Mercury in Rome, the Thracian God Dionysus anchors them all to the cosmic throne. Those troublemakers are on the run, all the while Zamolxis watches from the central sun. Thoth in Egypt, now set in stone, dwells in faculties of mummified bones. Copy-paste thesis, Hermes left in Greece trading token coins for release, placed upon the eyes of roman spies, Mercury and his false religious lies. The actual garden has always been in Dacia, where golden crown helmets and all-seeing eyes were placed upon the king’s hives. All the while, pollen gods and viper venom helped these kings commune with high states of heaven. Only the white fortress stones and temple column moans remember wise kings passing images of Armageddon, escaping in Merkabah chariots made from mantra and yantra tantric Tibetan.
34. it’s not easy holding up in Dacia; lucky for me, I have the army of Thracia cutting through the discomforts of drama, chit-chat and gossip, eastern European Karma. I am surprised I manage to bust out deep base funky rhymes every time they page me, Rama. This body supports me with 144 thousand lords behind me, walking in and out to explore. I don't pout; surrender to future doubt, letting it flow out, gripping to the throne below me, the earth above me. Be a wise man-catch him if you can-let him keep it, don't release it; this God particle is his to explore while in green pastures that lay yellow meadows of senziana gold. But, alas, angel trumpets blow, reciprocating Thracian flow amidst his entire energetic system. Down by the lake where Swan-like chariots bio- located, Gebeleizis opens the door, takes a toke, cosmic giggle, unlocks the Zalmoxis riddle, point of origin home Humanity now placed under quarantine zone. However, these white feathered friends will lend a hand if you lose it; the goddess approves it with a reminder not to abuse it. Make sure this life force lands on his chest; she will finish the rest placed in a gold chalice vest, blessed his infusion, sexual transmutation no illusion when the nectar is pulled up to the door. Alpha templates restored Mervavah's actualization reward. True masculinity is in demand that lies in the hands of Adam Kadman. Under Primordial ohm healthy approval, Matriarch rule undressing her frontal lobe vibration tool, Grey matter her passion electrified reaction all the while science points to attraction. Her role now put into action presidents and prime ministers cosmic interactions, red rubies placed upon third eye cosmic compilations in the sky no longer denied. This natural rhythm aligns with her vision and mission. The prophecy of the women taking the grandmother drum is now fulfilled.
35. Satellites fly over Sarmizegetusa to gather what they think is valuable, Political fools; Annunaki is not stupid. They carry quivers filled with arrows from cupid. Arriving at Tetrahedron ship Sky, they took back the treasure held in Dacian scribes' eagle eyes. Golden Geto, surprised by the Zamolxian approval, leaves the Golden rule and befriends your own soul Jewel. They came from lands out of deep desert doors, defrosting from roadways built under ice and snow during a warm midnight glow. Now ready to explore, ships cast out to sea carrying cargo filled with Humanity's disease. Venus was retrograde, and 4 others wandered while ancient Argartha pondered prophetic visions, Galactic missions, and collaboration's no longer hidden. Heat up the kilns extracted gold, spin therein the great luminous theatre. Behold battles in the sky fall to defend the poor, fingers became sore, angles cry as they looked here and there digging for a saviour under hidden treasure beware. Oh, Angel in the sky crowed in silver and gold that hold the snakes of Humanity's fate, the delusion of grandeur, I invoke you to release the minds alignments to destructive evolutionary behaviour, intending that all sentient beings are divine as this earth climbs her way to ascension.
36.. Misty morning dew drop skies, Galactic eyes witness the Dacian forest are alive ancient dance floor realized. The hills and sacred pathways captivate this all Seeing Eye; strict guy Hours awaits his fate in these holy lands. Catch him if you can see he jumps in through the outdoors of minds week in greed, Deceneu pleas baptized in Egypt no apologies strategic. But wait, the Trojan horse awakes; I am only here to bring freedom; my heart has no disguise as I witness carbon footprints materialize. Now I massage her naked pathways below as a new administration grows touristic strings attached. This bow notices a hidden catch. Artemis flies, and arrows flood the skies; take a moment. Don't let nature and its creatures slip away. There will be a price to pay. Breathe in the air so fresh, and listen to your lands. Dacia demands a new-order political orchestra playing the old communist blues. That sucks. Maybe I should take a stand with this Canadian native man; let's drop the puck, face-off, play for the Stanley cup in my cage and feel the rage of the red man's prophetic stage dancing and blowing sage. The skies of Romania will open, thunder will roar, and this bird will soar high; you would instead cry. I choose Nirvana, Amazonian karma. These women will descend 2020 will be the end as swords blaze the fire of Alcyone Matriarch for hire. You may kill me for what I know this way; your egos will grow and baptize in the gardens of John’s pastures where psychic phenomenon Romanian Don Juan vibrates his dance in the dark hive Angel in disguise.
37. Butterfly queen, who serves me golden ice cream with green gemstones, bloodstone, tourmaline and peridot a top. Should I have left the forest in Siberia? They were hot; her rhymes captivated my heart like beats when horses trot. I was invoked from ringing cedars cosmic joke for the genetic folk traded to Dacia strong and free into me I see you Anastasia chronicles now a man merged blue. She recites to me in the shift of moons from 1 lunar eye silver and grey cocoon, her story massage barefoot the earth below; she is hot in this deep sacred spot, a unique pow wow now on order as I drink from her fresh lagoon, but playing it smart. Butterfly crystals grow from her body wings, sitting atop kings, singing a happy song as flowers release a fertile glow, cooling her sense to a gentle roar, balancing 7 coloured meridians on the inter-dimensional dance floor. His geometric expressions are portrayed in a feminine divine, flowing as a fine wine drank from plumbs rather than vines. Spinning ovaries, sensing his semen, and banishing demons open those doors from heaven. Not 1 nor 2 but 3 amidst cucuteni swirls Ukrainian spools holy trinity; now I begin to drool, not as a fool but as a man under his own rule. I open 3 portals in spirit. Arachne weaves her light together, spinning this cosmic web triangle above my head, unwinding echoes of ancient past mythos approval and flipping it down under an excellent matriarchal rule. This melody I play in 528 a harp that was wasting away, now her silky strings are finely tuned to Arachne command, Thracian notices Dacia in demand appoints a new king so fucking grand. The way I call it sad theatre diverts you from the throne, can you hear it, dramatic tones in old communist bones, echoing moans match made in the hell do tell as I resurrect the dead, salvation in heaven remember to give Romania its blessing.
38. Woman’s Rule, head on a silver platter, shape-shifting muse, false feminine tools tearing gender roles apart while wearing rose-coloured glasses to a scientific heart. You betas think you’re smart; dam fools follow your drool down to her feet. Do you feel that heat your shadow straight to hell tell his story? Most women during these days set ablaze this movement in the west, fuck the best placing bets on fallen kings deep their desire, creating consumption, men combustion hired under consumer ideology without apology. When his moral compass is lost; she may call you tired and weak; but remember diamond rings and pearls, a girl’s best friend, spend your paycheck to the end. I am all for equality; she can go out and earn it, but deep down inside, men don’t yearn for it, food and shelter his domain. Never feel guilty for being a man; let the porno go and the alcohol flow elsewhere to stay aglow and feel your masculinity deep in your bellow.