Mixed emotions, confusion, sadness & uncertainty Is a mixture potent, illusions, madness & hurt I wish I had happiness that lasted Perhaps I'm a tad depressive but I'm glad that the pressure lessens Sometimes it's just too much to bear, the dubious stares The lack of enthusiasm, it's true that I'm careless I'm a bastard & I truly act it, ghastly booby traps in every situation I wish I could be forever in a blissful oasis with my kindred Getting mystically faded from the mysteries of life I miss me & my wife, it used to be so different She used to be my soul sistren, now we're barely friends Where will it end? How can I rewind time & make real amends In truth I'm pretty messed up, pretty stressed & restless I'm far from divine, I'm just an author of rhymes They help me softly unwind when there's storms in my mind My daughter's shine is ageless, incomprable She's amazing like hidden mantra arsenals She washes my sins, my optics & vision, I'm a Coptic Christian & Kemetic Egyptian with Tibetan wisdom & Shinto & Zen principles, inner temple tender & sentinel Interdimensional hybrid extraterrestrial Mic titan & excellent messenger, but I'm also human You're all so assuming when it comes to my person I've been dumb & worse even, cursed heathen Bursting with misleading purpose like demons in churches I seem to nurture my illness, I've searched and revealed this Ill kid that instills wisdom poisonous to most citizens Boisterous yet joyous like Hopi Indians I have hope for this millennium, despite doped up simians & jaded beings that crave demons I made beams of light into sonically tasted gleanings delightful Mnemonically encased meanings insightful Supraphonic pages beamed in writings for onyx faces & alabaster ones, all the shades in between I'm a bastard's son but I mastered puns & bathed in my dreams till the math's sum was apparent, sharing is caring especially in wrathful dungeons, I gasp & plunge in Odours wafting ghastly & pungent There's ghosts in Sodom sad & hungry I'm boddhisattvic yet madness loves me I flow Satya to ravenous monkeys Glow copper when I bask in the Sun, I'm attracted to glumness You know nada if you're a master of one thing My flow is post-doctoral, you can laugh at such things But my pastures' lushness is golden with your soul's optics I flowed scrolls in the tropics, no cold could stop this From heating the globe's conscience, I'm bleak like olden monsters But I speak in bold gospels... Seek & unfold prana