Ego Calisthenics [Rise of Pennyfool]

#Philosophistication

Feel free to follow me, I walk

as I bleed, arrow in my neck,

my trail is a bloody pathway,

its a subway of the right way,

I sway side to side, I glide to

fate while I fade away, consciousness

endangered, I'm a light feather

in a darkened space, let's call a

spade a spade; I'm hypnotic

with my substance, different

stance; I'm an African Amenhotep,

rodent infiltrating the Dead's highway,

meet the highness with a sober head,

no need for slumber to reach the

lion or the lioness, new Elijah I'm

awaiting the chariots, while the

worldly elements are rioting and

some are sprinkling heroin on

bread crumbs during eucharist, not Icarus

I'm not trying to enlighten self

until I burn my own divine shell,

sugar coated being; burnt sweet

thing, dark nectar, this skin is

the true sweetness, meerkat madness;

I'm seeing through the highlands,

highest space not mountain landscapes,

I've escaped the land logic, I'm

the new library of diverse universal

notions, dwindling through emotion,

drinking the potions from the cloud

of your eyeballs, I collect the tears,

I'm smearing through the depression,

I'm emancipated, doorway was the

hymen, mother Mary, I clawed through

the grace, I'm truly melting and being

tortured by the evils, I'm a seagull

fighting against Horus' and Osiris'

pheasants, new different level

peasant, new reject, this is the digestion

of thorns, messianic signal.

These bones break off my flesh,

I'm light-headed, soon to be

a paper plane, I'm plainly

insighting what's in your plain

sight, I'm planning your readiness

for the next phase of homo sapien

potential, await the intentional rapture,

its soon to be a scary sight of things,

I've recited the lectures, I have

seen and heard your hallelujahs

and proclamations of Mecca,

we're all scathed now, scared of

the strike of Jah or Rah or of

Seth with a vengeful smite,

taste my lies, my thesis is analysed

by chaotic beings, my iris mirrors

your world's timelines and bloodlines,

understand I've drawn the outline

of your chaos, I won't express for you any

rainbows, I already have an arrow

from someone's bow, I'm bleeding

within, leaking bone marrow,

I'm the kingpin and I'm falling

ill to the ideological gunfires, I'm bringing

pens and papers to gunfights, it's

paper cuts and ink injections when

I smite, I won't think to quit, I

won't believe I'm blocked by I;

writer's block; that's a myth, an

array of failing to grasp the true scripts,

stutter; alter egos behind burning bushes;

Moses heard voices within, the God

complex soothing, my aura explodes;

radiates and pollutes the layered space,

been scatterbrain since '98, been

a split end on that Peter's fishnet,

diligent vigilant migrant, the time

comes to feed on primates, damaging

the food chain balanced diet, new

born titan moulding deformed mountains,

soundtracks are sounds of miners

buried for a golden wage, golden

age, debris has fallen to bury

the old and grey, man is delicate,

a delicacy for an offspring devouring

mage!

Life's a page, stage a scene and

add syntax for fun, throw darts

and the virgin sprung, the sensitive

soul dwindled with a cry, BDSM he thought

it was a Buddhism acronym, he's a

dying folk, farmerboy, pick up the

cotton too, the Pennyfool I'm the

next phase, I pace the cosmos

in flip flops, I tip toe and

peek through the peep hole;

through the black hole I see

mere ash; those are the remains of

your mess: massacres and masses

grilled and baked, the fool hung

with a pen loves the stories as

tales, tell a tale, give Hitler a

tail, Columbus some horns, Rhodes

some nails and relocate Hiroshima

to an African pavement, deformities:

imagine a three eyed African leper,

Horus cults, shoosh don't insult the

tempered.

In this land of word there's merely

no tenure, so I'll manure the writer's

immature writes, the time for

the climbings begins here, Babel;

soon we skydive, express till I'm mumbling,

until sense loses its sense in me, it's

a common lore of a crazy madman

pursuing wisdom through foolish acts;

Solomon was here!

Pennyfool; I'm honoured to be...

By Eugene 'Philosophisticater'

Artwork by Michael Cheval

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