Meditation of a Creative Soul
Hold on to your precious children
Their thieves out here in the Wren
Wading in these heavy steamy waters
Without spirituality/creativity on their quarters
Take power and control of your children
As children are your creative egg from the hen
Oozing out the feminine womb bathe waters
In a Piscean wave of mutable waters
Music and poetry out of her, a mic
While thieves hide in Executive Mike
That pimps the child from its creative mother
In contracts that rape the womb of her power
Trickery, upon trickery thieves display on the black mirror
On Mickey Mouse’s invitation, your child is paraded in horror
Behind child friendly costumes the invitation is sweet
In parties celebrating the signing of new contracts your blood is inept
In summer barbecues, the steam of creative juices, abundance flows
Like a moth to a flame, thieves stalk your child with vengeful claws
Candy and burgers to entice the child to their deadly snare
Weaved in the ivy serpentine coils with no care
Linzo
Please always meditate on what you read