Laughing Droppings

Spiritual alchemy of droppings of chanted beams

I seen them before, but seems like they are more powerful now

With laughter and smiles, upon my dying face

Not from misery, but from the evolutionary scale of moving forward

Up scaled to behave in a way that is outside of the norm

But things like memories seems to hold onto this cord

Triple congregation in my third eye view

From the visions, I used to beam into my 4 feet by 4 feet area

Of loneliness, but unity with my creator

Higher self is not who masturbates

But progresses into stanzas with goddesses

And conversations with entities from other dimensions

Leon Basin

http://www.leonbasin.net

What is Loneliness?

What is loneliness that binds the melancholy of handcuffs?

And what is loneliness that kills the slow movement of a ticking clock?

And what if loneliness takes over the mindless victim who rapes time?

If loneliness is so strong, why battle without battling it?

Oh, loneliness so powerful it is built on nothingness

Imagination might ruin it, but vicious attacks never stop doing it

So if loneliness so creamy and marvelous why am I not bothered by it?

Is it because loneliness is nothing but something?

What is the loneliness that I write about?

Does someone need to be in a presence of an individual?

In order to gain an upper hand?

Or to save themselves from their commands?

Does it make them feel more powerful?

Do they deem to be higher on the hierarchy?

Is it all, but politics that binds us?

To believe we need someone…

When all we need is ourselves?

Leon Basin

http://www.leonbasin.net

Hourglass

Nothing but purity defined in something of a dream

Combination so extreme, makes you shake in your boots

Triangular connection with the stars is made

But wizardly of majesty is up heaved into battle state

Ready to take over, but stand strong all over

Beauty beamed in nothing but an empty naked hourglass

Time existed in mouthful sacred texts of eternity

Answers provided below the poverty line of janitor’s reaction

To something so, congruent and mysterious

That most don’t battle these feelings of being

Therefore, who is seeing these thoughts written in white chalk?

On the borderline of security progression, at the railroad stations?

Leon Basin

http://www.leonbasin.net/

Congregated Memories

Triple congregation of secular pronunciation,

Through memory cortex of disabled mortal ethics...

Enchant a battle with the dying of who is gifted

It is a previous beam kid, who jumps through hoop of divorced propaganda

That breaks up his morals

It attacks his inner happiness with confusion of who he is

Wanting to die, between a knife fight and a bullet into his temple

He breathes until September, not realizing he is fighting himself

He is blaming you for pushing him into loneliness

Drugs take control of him, as they lead him into other dimensions

That he has never seen before

But other entities are wanting to feed upon his energy

So, they attack his heart without disgrace

He bares a vicious pain upon his skin, as if it was a tattoo stamp

Without a recall of how he got it or what the meaning of it is

Memories of screams and violent attacks between you two

Broke down his happy home, and killed his respect for the opposite sex

He sits in his room, listening to dark rhymes of someone who understands him

Then he starts repeating the rhymes he hears in front of his mirror

Hoping that someone could hear him

He hopes help is close by

But no one hears him, as he still hears you fighting

He looks at the clock

Its 3 A.M. in the morning, isn’t that when darkness forces

Themselves into this 3^rd dimension?

You opened the gate to something mystic

From your point of view

But in his eyes, it’s all the same

Raping his pure mental mind with dark whippings of soldiers without limbs

The breaking of his heart breaks one by one

It is as if syllables are broken apart using white chalk, upon the green board in a classroom

While the professor spews his comparable diagrams of differences between Christianity and Judaism…

His heart bleeds for some answers

But if it’s not you, who brings his understanding to a new level

Then he will look elsewhere to gain the next step in his evolution…

Leon Basin

http://www.leonbasin.net

Voluntary Blockage

Purify my anguish through the coldness of circular rotary

It is like a chicken being cooked in the smelly farming town grocery

Whose vegetation of mindless gnomes speak voluntary without loquacity

Confused from trickery of mindless battery

Perplex to escape through prison walls of belly tomb fate

Bate is words of nothing but my escape

Squeezed my words from solid state

My symphony plays in naked zones

So then when saxophone plays a tune under my angel’s wings

I care to release the magic trappings of my kiss

To purify myself in confusing masking games

Blaming no one but my gaze

Upon the battle within myself

These words have touched and spoken from the hymns

I rip my limbs and stab my third eye

In order to

Release the sounds of my cries

Whose godly majesty is one to die for?

As fights of battle are my ties

To royal blood lines in my DNA

Confused to speak another word

But let me shed another vote

I battled through the smoke

I ate cake with the God of Buddha

Whose resurrection is like Jesus

The books of wisdom are inside my sleeves

Liberated to the stanzas of mass confusion

Whose he who trip attacks the melancholy of a kiss?

Programs a trapping with a word of thy nature

Bear arm the beast from rising heave

And speak the loudest rhymes of heat

I spit at the illusion of virtual problematic economy

These beats of rhyming is nothing but truthful battery

I engage in love making ceremony

I do not dedicate my alimony

To the flowers doom of my tune

As the driving reactor in my zoom

Is next to nothing but my moon

Whose antennas are inside these walls?

This diagram is designed to follow universal laws

The lectures from the creator

Bestowed to open up a portal

In another mortal

But if it’s not us who will engage

Who has to say that this vortex will not be closed off…? 

Hot Cup of Tea

Gravitate to the attention of cerebral vortex

Perplex the mind to take a sip on a hot cup of tea

Let the seeping of the liquid beam throughout your chakras

Cleanse your mind with no words, but voluptuous ecstasy of wordlessness

Purity defined with just being and sitting

As motion like beat of a difficult, drum sounds

Spread throughout the jungle for all to enjoy

Even the lions roar for comfort throughout the symmetry of understanding

Dolphins play circular swimming acrobats as freedom is interconnected with their feelings

It is a neutral connection to water that fills in through their view

Beauty encompasses all the difficult understanding throughout this third dimension

With this beauty, one ceases all the illusion to disappear into oblivion

Let us begin with one single sip of that hot tea in the beginning

As understanding

And

Fitting in, is coded into that first sip of Earl Gray…

Whispering

 Whispering air

Tickling bare

Wonderful beat

Truly a treat...

Trip of Formless and Wordless

Trip of life, fullness hype

Purity defined in the stars above

Wordless love

Formless sight

Between the sheets in the summer of passionate, ignite

Sit

Sit as quite as a mouse

breath as sweetly as a giant arrow

soar through the endless possibility

off evolution

of nothingness….