welcome to my temple
Singer:atlas
this is bukowski on the toilet
the holy ghost for preacher
fulfillment of the scripture
every time my wisdom hit ya
bust inside your ear and fertilize
the flowers in your brain
swallow down my spit to let it
safe beneath the epidural -
breathe with a sacred lung
speak with a bloody tongue
wet with the funeral of all empire
from the other side of time
paint a picture color me in langston's hues
seeping into your subconscious
with my patterns and cues
of the light and its reflection
if they put me on the cross
i know the notes to resurrection
overt music containing worlds of beauty
revealing her sacred heart
grown from the seed of my soul
healing fruit i split it open
that's the state of my art
a mother and child reunion
a ghost orchid is blooming
bless your faith in fiction
i'm livin for for 40 summers
and god is taking all comers
when you're behind closed eyes
twisted in your favorite chair
beneath your velvet skies
praying for a little peace
but it won't call you on your celly
ask me where i got my style
the answer causes confusion
so here's a brief history of my evolution