Quintessence

Poetry by Youngblood Elixir

The 5th Element, 5 Senses to stay relevant,

Mixed it up from the mix up,

Broke it apart from the break up,

The watcher had to shake up

The loose fit of the make up.

A walking conglomerate General Electric,

The original dimension; the metric.

Imparting Divine Will to the sons, the truest asset,

To the so called rulers I’m offensive like Tet.

Cause I smell of Natty Law freedom and morality,

They spray cologne through the water hose with followers slaving a salary.

But the stench stays, while my brothers and sisters walk through their maze.

Turning a dark phase into glorious days.

Like Isaac Hayes, we stand accused of loving,

Man’s inhumanity to man is why we’re bugging.

Spread the love, spread the word, let the dam be broken,

No more hoping, live it cause you’re chosen.

Or you chose, maybe both,

Embody Thoth.

Wrestling with Kronos while Saturn wants to tap in,

Not letting it happen, pull the Figure Four corners move,

And he serenely submits to the middle groove.

My young love of Sherlock Holmes and Emcees dropping math,

Was a forerunner to the Trivium and Quadrivium path.

I’ve traced the steps all the way back to that place near the river,

In this life and the ancient one they’re connected; the 8th figure.

I hope this finds you and primes you for the task and purpose,

And repurpose the gifts from the past to the surface.

Consider me the master of ceremonies bringing forth honestness,

I’m a Hermetic Emcee (MC),

I drop Mercurial Consciousness.