I started as the heretic Passing Mount Everest On my way to the nebulas No food or beverages So I can receive the messages Like tornadoes spinning soundless in the boundness I sit in darkness, listen to the silence Dark fantasies, whispers of the mermaid As the earth fades, I'm having nostalgic dreams Of foothills in the countryside, palace for kings Below is lakes, banks, rivers, foliage near streams Mongolian queens, earrings, hair swings Red deer, courtship ceremony beneath mountain springs Horse whip races across the evergreen Alluvium forests, Natufian fathers, nutrient gardens, Nubian harvest Along the river delta, sit the living elders, the sister helpers Winter coal, pinecones, crystals in limestones I'm drifting through timezones Breathtaking mountain backdrops I am the black astronaut Staring through the eye of a barrel when it's cocked Then went up like an arrow shot like a sparrow Flying toward the sun, I wear shadow block Killah Priest OG last long Underwater sea grass lawns Hot deserts, I see mass ponds Birthday wishes, kisses Long walks through the ballpark Birds' chirps, dog barks It's getting cloudy, let's get home before dark The storm starts They're closing all the mall shops Quick, let me run inside this Walmart and buy a Hallmark It makes warm hearts, like love songs and soft rock Off top, the group Bread, 1970, “Make It With You” Celebs, Playboy spreads naked in pools Then the electric boogaloo and the infectious Rubik's Cube Then they brought back the groove of 1952 Eddie Jefferson's “Moody's Mood” There I go, there I go, there I go, there I go Pretty baby, you are the soul, snaps my control I bare my soul, I'm aware of my role So I'm writing rhymes like I'm preparing a scroll Seductive weapons for romantic wars I've watched rains suspended in space while planets fall No church today, I'm at the Spring Street cafe Bread and truffle entrees I'm sitting with the devil, we're both having espressos He wore his favorites summer jacket, bright yellow His legs crossed, attitude was quite mellow He said, “Would you be so kind, dark fellow, and hand me a marshmallow?” We both chuckled Then I asked, “May you do an interview with me?” He said, “I'd love to” I pulled out my recorder, pressed record I said my name, the time and the date He said, “Let's just skip forward” He said, “Well, my name is Lucifer, I'm 5'8'', I love to snowboard I love quiet nights and going on dates, cafes, and going to local stores” He said, “I also wrote books, The Origins of Rosicrucianism, Magic Rituals, Origins of God, Advanced Metaphysics, The Life of Killah Priest And Why He Left The Music Business, Brief History on Time Travel, Theology of Star Wars, Tarot Cards, Music Stars and My Inner Peace and How I Found Happiness As The Dark Lord Then he ordered tea with toast, butter and basil Just then who walked in was a couple of angels They ordered broccoli casserole satisfying the soul Stuffed zucchini, linguini and the carrots "Do you want that sandwich or bowl?” They handed him gold and said, “I'll take a bowl And please add some baked spinach,” then glanced at us fake grinning Nervously I said, “Let's order some yams in pepper cups, wild rice, waters with lemons" Then one said, “Is that the son of the morning, the son of perdition?” Then they all disappeared like some sort of magicians As my waitress brought my order from back of the kitchen Startled, I looked around as she sat down the dishes She said, “You ordered a lot, but it looks delicious” I looked at her suspicious She asked, “What?” I said, “Nothing,” and started to smile and asked, “What time do you finish?” She said, “I'm off in a minute,” then we talked with no limits then we walked off the premise into deep thought and dimensions She morphed into a quartz, I became salt Dynamic transition, intuition, caduceus, the serpents begin twisting The brain released a liquid, the tongue begins to flicken Uncoiling then hissing Putting ourselves in a presence to an almost claustrophobic degree Then withdraw completely Discard then connect with the inner god then put him in charge Deafened by the silence but comfortable within the loudness I back up into the branches of the olives like the Wonderland of Alice To understand the knowledge, the son of man must balance One hand demolished, the other hand was solid It's all symbolic, the floors are polished, the doors no blockage The walls are conscious, all pay homage All aboard the rocket