Hold Up

Tune into my mind/

Tune into my mind and get stabbed to life/

Jawbones knife attacking words/

Please alter my mind/

 

I am that programmed station/

Possessed to pose in possession of your mind/

Missions transmitted in metres between ears and time chasers/

Tune into my mind and stay blessed with all the metaphoric answers/

 

Frequency freaking hearts that taste no words instantly/

My radio is more than your language/

Tune into my mind/

I ask you to please my pleasing dreams please/

Tune into my mind/

I see poetry in your homeless face and chemistry/

With blinded motives

I smell signals in punch lines before your empty tummy fights/

Breath my waves/

Snooze my poetry/

In your sleep please squeeze my radio/

Let me sleep your dreams in afternoon drives/

 

Caves transporting words that change strive/

Scratchy ears get tickled

Tune into my mind/

And smile/

Please/

Tune into my mind/

And dance to the beats of my creativity/

 

Receive end distance relationship with me/

Strip naked my heart existence/

 

I speak of permissions/

Granting permissions to speak visual emissions/

With no jurisdictions/

Court judges judging restrictions/

Hold up/

That’s your life in a sentence/

Gone in 60 seconds essence/

 

I speak of you in my right hand/

Tilt next to my time/

Please live your waves let me tune into your mind/

Jawbones/

Knife attack my words/

My bones serve tissues for your teary facial expressive words/

Let me adjust into your intelligence/

While i recall my callings and evidences/

Seventy-nine twelve twenty-seven feels like ages/

 

Let me feel your presence/