Symphony #1

[UnbornBuddha]

Care to listen? at my barren description
Of each phase of cellular division
No, I'll spare you your Christmas
Mitosis and karyokinesis are boring to listen to.
Instead, inhale this verses nuclear emission
Radioactive nuances you wouldn't dare to nitpick
Out of control metastasis of your weary spirit
makes the skeleton you wear feel frigid, ever so rigid.
The marrow stiffens, forgetting the serum in you
Relaxation only happens when doctors syringe you
Hitting the bulls eye with their arrow quivers
Lancing the tissue of God with sterile equipment
Mere serfs analyzing a pharaoh's condition.
Lithium makes the breathing air so blissful
Reminisce your childhood, the ferries wheel spinning
The shimmering armor of your favorite hero glistening
Bringing forth mirth to VII year old children.
Neurons lifted from the state of despair their given
T killer cell instincts, circulating as they filter the system
Dealing with symptoms you conceal with superficial stitches
Ignoring the cry for help signal in them,
Displaying discomfort becomes a superstitious villain.

Mind warped, like a rabid dog with scabies
Blood contaminated with sulfur traces
Toxic stasis are how snow angels suffer aging
Capturing the heavens in pain is a subtle painting
With requiste for details & a philosopher's patience
Despirited I want to hop into my mother's matrix
Where I'm innocent and can see every colored rainbow.
The opening of my cusp valves are breaking
Leaving a giant gaping hole that aids in
making the creation of my second soul a failure.
I thought I could make the scathing hell's coruscating
Experimenting on my soul like some kind of holy play thing
Unraveling only total mayhem, vagrant particles discombobulating
The transmutation of life a carnivore is contemplating.

Bearing sickness, a rare encryption
Unseen by any diagnostic image
Physicians can't see where it's listed.
Its insignia is severe larynx restriction
And to a lyricist that's everything wicked
Taking high doses of beta-carotene mixtures
Hoping to chelate mercury crystals,
Or some kind of residual from a very deep issue
At least I'm alive, the injury kindred.
Yet, a splurge of never ending memories visit
Embedded abdomens with pensive pathogens
Entrenched, recalcitrant...
Bones shatter, the facts are real
Supplementing calcium pills won't halt the ills
When the breaking down is already half fulfilled
Medical miracles involve the will.... resentful, bitter?
Squeeze the alkaloid shards from your keloid scars
For deep voids of the heart are blaring symbols
Indicating progression of the terror in it.
Huddled around a kerosone heater,
Quivering as my nail keratin withers
My cerebral is drenched in cherubim spittle
Artistic, creative faculties carry Da Vinci
Experiencing more euphorium inwards
Than I ever did with heroin needles
The sanctity of Nature makes every man richer
With her visions distilling her myriad secrets
Set free through Emerson's scripture, and other
Revered American literature, weird non fiction.
Nature lies within us, an interstitial creature
Yet, we ignore intrinsic calling like berserk bigots.

-Sickness and emotions,
Their transcendence is the simian's motive
Albeit, the release form requires a Signature motion
Opposable thumbs are more than a visual notion.