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The Spirit Joins the FlesH

The Spirit Joins The Flesh So All Elements Can Positively Mesh Time & Space Is A Treble Clef From The Deepest Darkest Depths Of The Egyptian Breth I Confess The Need To Address The Higher Laws Of Cause & Effex

The Spirit Joins The Flesh              So All Elements Can Positively Mesh

Time & Space Is A Treble Clef   

                               From The Deepest Darkest Depths Of The Egyptian Breth 

I Confess The Need To Address The Higher Laws Of Cause & Effex

the indigo mood moon of my disposition gave way to day/silence in the trees

early morning birds play & as radiance shines it would seem sometimes my mind’s eagle eye doesn’t fly by the natural laws of creation—i strive for sensation daydreaming that’s of procreation equally that same stimulation Births a Nation ego trippin minus the self determination

The Spirit Joins The Flesh             

                                                 mesh the text-mind body soul access—detect the animated principle w/ 30x’s the context who climbs step ladders to bust bladder piss in the wind—i ain’t committing no sin against me you or your next of kin to rise above the din of the crowd to shout out loud that TIME came and went as a specimen of the regiment introducing decadence that blazes trails like 4 horsemen

The Spirit Joins The Flesh—the mind is spent stept in evidence

its evident the path we take causes the chest plate to palpitate

The Spirit Joins The Flesh—transforming the human element beyond what words can say

The Spirit Joins The Flesh—sound waves along the spine/the ulterior motive is that we must shine—in TIME we move as an aspect of the Universal Law—the accumulated need to bear witness to the graffiti city wall scrawl—the accumulated need to need to bear witness to Jehovah who eases the burdens on these shoulders like Atlas told ya

The Spirit Joins The Flesh              So All Elements Can Positively Mesh

Time & Space Is A Treble Clef   

                               From The Deepest Darkest Depths Of The Egyptian Breth 

I Confess The Need To Address The Higher Laws Of Cause & Effex

it’s neither black or white—dance—delight in night—the moon is my shadow

i cannot fight—but fight the fight that set us free to feel the breeze

i’m confused by my wants and these are needs

& these days i’m a scholar of need plant seeds that grow to trees

i’m just one of the leaves in falling locomotion gaining speed to poesy notations of mind quotations added up to the sum of  1+ 1 = we—you see black blood is a red sea in me

& you can color me anyway you choose cuz it’s not black white red yellow purple green unless you see the colors in between—nawwhatimean

The Spirit Joins The Flesh              So All Elements Can Positively Mesh

Time & Space Is A Treble Clef   

                               From The Deepest Darkest Depths Of The Egyptian Breth 

I Confess The Need To Address The Higher Laws Of Cause & Effex

 

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TransZion(Jared) on 19/12/2001 10:42
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That hit me like a bass drum to the head your heart left nothing unsaid keep feelin' the spoken word I could almost hear your voice it was so absurd the effect was straight and narrow and the cause was you keep pumpin' it out and one day no doubt the universe will succumb to your questions set you free just wait one day you'll see.
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Mark Gonzales on 30/12/2001 18:18
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The spirit joins the flesh
but its a dirty mess you confessed from darkness to darkness for what does light have in common with night except opposites in order
secular bi-polar disorders
leave the mind mangled
like a wrinkled pair of Wrang gler Jeans from Levi
and IxIxI equals the third beginning of truth like God to Adam to Eve now know as Genesis. Let your mind take you on an Exodus with the power of Leviticus to levitate the mind state while heartbeats puplate to the rhythem of words for while some are pushing guns and some are pushing gats
some are pushing cars
with embroidered mats.
Phil is pushing the Word heard like stack of wax or that latin cat with the Spanish God tatt, so now I know where the hype's at.
It's with Philharmonic
till the overture of his symphony lends credence to change as natural as breathing
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