Ekatsim(lyrics)

August 25th I was born on this date. And still I think about the air I breathe in this place. Did I choose to reincarnate? Put that on your plate. Or make a mistake-until my spirit wakes. Don't manipulate my fate- break from your shell. An archon spell- had sent me to this hell. But i could pick up pieces of this puzzle just as well. In this holographic cell- waiting to rebel. In this binary code of roads-wake from this dream. Reload the high vibration-information in the scheme. Mistake can turn to purpose in the furnace through the steam. When you lose your sense of team-thinking your alone. We can reconnect to source like ET phoning home. Through this smooth wind poem-knowing that the clones. Will try to replicate the likes of people that are known. Man my soul's not owned in this crazy astrodome...

Mestizo's(verse)

March 6th I was born on this date. The earth mother opened up her gate. Day in day out-I face the pain. No more expectations-no more gain. If raising the dead is what it takes. You tell my tales of dragon's slayed. I walk through words set for my page. Even the blues have turned to grays. With nothing to lose, I give it a chase. Running squares inside this maze. Fire-and violently dying. Dead or alive-I shine like the brightest. Time laid all up on the line. Catch of the day-superbly divine. Beautifully ripe-caught in it's prime. A perfect design-harvesting mine. Happiness is in the purity of the heart. In matters of the simplest measures. It don't take much but love-and matters of the simplest pleasures...


You are no mistake with every move that you make. The Ebens with their pear-shaped heads they learned to make. A special kind of life form-an ice storm gate-opened up just to create the humans that we are today. If you cannot take the truth-I ask you to awake-and face aquarium of fish flakes-swimming to escape. Exit this claymation-exclamation points down. To the portal that's immortal-dropping like these coins drown. The dot is where we venture to...Time to join now..Elevate your mind waves-find your way down to the bliss....or seize to exist..When we roamed to the surface of the spot we call earth. Our eyes adjusted slowly watching like a bird perched. Not knowing language-finding for a word searched. Telepathy had vanished time to be in "clock work." Linear-not infinite-we know the loss hurt. Forced to be less fortunate just like that 1 clerk. Excerpt from the bigger picture felt with such ache. Dig in deep to self-and find our purpose one day....ekatsim.....