This is poem #9.
Poetry by Youngblood Elixir
The only governor on the vessel runs up and down the back,
No state with a whip crack or Agency pushing crack.
Just the intertwining subtlety of essence felt.
Pushing boundaries through inner Van Allen’s belt.
How many times does Pluto have to prove that it’s legit,
The genius of a world sick.
Poetic magician but won’t consume Yeast or eat Crow.
Lee is a decent jean when showing good cameltoe,
Some ham and ho about multiple tantric shows,
The ignorant just call them hoes, while steady wet dreaming about Rome’s bathhouse rows.
It’s India and 7:11; open 24/7.
Embracing the unknown; erasing the taboos,
Family’s about done raised so this sun rays at you.
Fertilize the field for love, true care and maybe puppy too,
I guess I’ll know that when I see it, feeling’s gone numb all the way through.
I guess I don’t understand the give and take, when there is no shake and bake,
Open 24/7 like Steak and Shake.
I’m a former in law who’s now an outlaw so why can’t I just hang and we bang bang,
I’ll hire a piano player to jazz it up downstairs,
I know you got places to be and musical chairs,
How many cats I have to step over in this lair?
Forget what I said, I’ll hip you to the God in yourself and we can create,
Bend the tension; it’s there, unseen like a vape,
No you don’t have to wear a cape, this is a play but one of the beginning.
Naked and outside of time, Eden’s winning.
Boundless but yet extending into you,
Filling the void that rains down,
Rise and fall like the waves,
Sunlight fills your cave,
The Gods Made.
Multiple eruptions,
Worlds born within worlds; got you questioning your assumptions.
And I saw that it was good and rested.
I am in all aspects, all forms. All in All.
As we walk outside the garden,
Eyes meet and the sky darkens.
The stage closes, but you harken.
Please don’t be ungrateful if I don’t answer,
We would turn a beautiful thing into a cancer.
It would die; we created eternity.
Like Hendrix sang, if 6 was 9; call this a rehearse,
Maybe in another realm we’ll reverse.
Yes, maybe I’m cold and distant, maybe in other aspects persistent,
But if I christen your new boat, doesn’t mean I’m sailing,
That’s a different Christopher so be don’t Cross that I’m bailing.
I opened you to new worlds, go form your own Bering Strait,
I want to be free and I want you to BE,
I am not the same, the past is not me.
I live now and the future is gathering colors,
You don’t want to be smothered.
My love is deep, too deep to uncover.
Only recently discovered.
How many times does Pluto have to prove that it’s legit?
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