Pentagrammar

Johnny-come-lately

Seven days in the seventh sign; Tracy

Cancer moon; feel a little bit crazy

Hierophant like an elephant; know my memory’s not hazy

Flowing down just to stir shit up

Not slowing down ‘cause I might just get up

Go around square my circles; tracing

Quirks that phase me

Pen ‘em down till I get it all written out

Winning now when I bet on my wit and proud

Milli-Thou comin’ my way any day

So, I wait, but not without action

Finding my traction

Satis- my -faction

And I move to the rhythm of my own drum

Got a psychedelic garden; got a green thumb

Gonna water my stalk when I get done

Gonna trip when I get going

Reigning parade of paradise

Two and two pair of eyes

Through and through we’re wise

To the ways of the willing to wit the process

The utterance of the onset

The proclivity of serenity to enter the center of sensation and vibe with the allness

Many personalities; I’m loony toons

Oceanic feels; got some moody blues

Bringing it back to basics with the booty views

Shorty; she’s a hottie and a cutie, too

Got a little sass; got an attitude

Shooting Eros’ arrows like the Cupid do

Make me fall in love; make me see the truth

I’m drawing stars in the air and I paint ‘em blue

Like the pentagram, pentagram, pentagram, pentagram

All about me blazes the pentagram

Spent a long spell as a mage and I’ve been a fan

Been a rough ride, but the sun came and shine again

Still in my youth like a second wind minuteman

Neverland sans all the sand in the second hand

Never let a man make a hook look handy and

Never bet a grand on a land that sandy

Planning better for a grandeur

Much grander than the chance to advance another winner stance

Take a look; a little glance

Past the little letters and

Pass the test and get a grant

Open up your throat and chant

Holler!

Holler in the hollow

Where the pagan poets follow

And the natural forces allow

All the realness to be swallowed

In the rising of the current

To the shores of our experience

The evidence of angels

In the courage of deciduous

Partaking of the moment

In the manifested presence

The appetite for tap to type and rap to write a sentence

The synapses of syllables resounding in a sequence

The haven of the heavens leaves a leavening repentance

The grand mantle spanning an ample sample of frequencies

I’m piqued when seen

Unique and keen

To get it on

A sun; Aten

A rising king’s horizon

Crown my song

My chariot drawn

Carry it long

Ferry the dawn

Parry the yawn

Wander yonder on to the divinity

Magick is how my true will’s getting done

Habit these proven tools I’m betting on

Static broadcasting that we all are one

Facet of earth and of our inner sun

Internet of the tree mycelium

Terra net worth a free ten trillion

Care a bit more for being brilliant

Good economy is an anomaly of honesty

Apostrophes be onto me

Cause I’m calm in autonomy

To stake claim to my motherfuckin life like I’m promising

I’m sponsoring a barrage of gnostically raucous posturing

For acknowledging the proverbs lost to time and space

So grace can wax ubiquitous again

Fax elixirs faster than

Space to time; where, what, why, when?

I’m suitably beautiful and full of vibes

Due to lucidity; the key to drive

True to the tuning of the One inside

Muse of the music in my holy mind

Few of the choosing are the chosen wise

From the depths of death up to the height of life

Back to a dusty desk in the light of writing

Secret letters to my subconscious

Via sigils better suited to my bliss-borne manifestations

Any proclivity to amazement

In the form of an ancient

Way of weaving words like a sage and

Hold fast that which slowly speaks

In the still small voice; avast ye choice

Be dissolved in the path to peace and poise

Peter Pan with pen and pad; I’m picking up the pieces

Like a protege, I fly away and make my own apprentice

Like a wizard with a wit; a bit of folly for the wiser side

Of childlike imaginary friends and sense of falling

For a story where I rise up in a battle with a dragon

But the glory is the taming, not the killing of the magick

So I get the gold, the girl, and all the holy cave of wonders

Till we’re flying off into the one horizon; many yonders, ey!

Unto thee is dominion and the power and the glory

From the top to the bottom in this neverending story

Where a crown full of angles reaches up to the heavens

Where a cloud full of angels singing praise to the most high