Master Tongue.

Freudian slips and poisonous lips.
People tell on themselves and think you don’t know shit.
Loosely introduce me.
Don’t tie me to your ship.
Matter of fact no intro necessary.
Direct line to divine no intermediary.
I love you though.
I’ll keep that fresh in heart and thought
so I don’t forget when I regard your walk
as leading away from what sparks the art and it’s elevation i.e. the move to drive from park.
There’s really no need to hawk the ark.
Nature moves in grand procession to what is “destined”.
All is and was destined after the fact.
Once you think or act you cannot take it back.
It is indelibly imprinted… in the Akasha…
Even stones can be cracked up… and may return to dust.
So nothing can compare to what is written in us.
Que te pasa?
DNA Mufasa… Jaffe Joffer…  Shiva’s Jata.
Verses and Katas. Perfection practice…
Prim and proper.
Comparison… addition division… makes some average… Makes some imitators and imposters… Makes some savage…
to excuse savagery of the “civilized”.
Drapetomania vaccine… spirituality sincretized… Catholicism… 
Wool over eyes…
Wool over eyes…
Lamb chops on the shepherds plate…
Fools are the wise.
Fools are the wise.
In due season and time.
Saying it twice doesn’t make it right.
Saying it thrice might make it arrive.
Playing your cards right might make you arise.
Turning over the table might force setting “the game” aright.
Might is subject to consciousness and character.
Sycophants are just as bad as disparagers.
Be true; be free. Be your own masterer.
Asé
Dai-ikiru Akasha Maximillion
(Errol “Moxie” Percival Jr.)