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/