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I am but a vessel for their Songs,
writin' the words,
the melody is in the intonation
trained eyes can hear
the hand which moves the pieces
of our hearts'n minds.
I didn't know you, never found the time -
then I was told you died,
and I wondered who you were, I suddenly
took the time to lit a candle,
to see if your spirit still lingered around.
Born I am, slippin' into consciousness
comin' out of a vagina,
blood, fluids, screamin' like a baby,
from the waters we came
in Neptunian visions below the sea;
this is the boat of Heaven.
One-third of the way to heavens doors,
there we talked in the flame
which burned in between my palms,
singing an old prayer psalm,
all guidance, no where to hide no more.
I see her on a bed of purpur silk,
moanin', cryin' rapin'
in the lovers forcefull embrace,
the violent rapture of
her nakedness, the voluptious
breasts and nipples.
For it's a long walk through the halls -
I will say no more of that
you knew much more than me of this,
I but listened to the words
you whispered in my ears "See you soon".
Wakin' in the mornin' without
any memories of it
livin' a life of subconscious
hidden desires,
comin', comin' comin' comin'
sexual appetities.
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