Poetry, Wholeness

Neon Lite

In my body there are sex cells
Which is prolly why my sex sails

Below the navel
I can get stuck in jail

From spineal
I be receiving mail

That ole Christian lied
I ain’t going to hell

Went from a human becoming
To a human being

I can hold the light now
No more fumblin’, stumblin’
God is my secretary (wow)

All I gotta be is my Self
Nothing too personally
Just Be

(Me)

Shapeless
Changeless
Present

Immovable
Nameless
Constant

Content

Mind-Body-Soul
Conscious

Sex is not the only thing, I rock bliss

A part of the whole, but I move autonomous

I don’t give out all my coordinates and that’s just my ordinance

Not looking for love on the app, last ship I boarded was jack’d

Bout tired of all that

Wholly grail (wholly grail)
Not all male (not all male)
His eyes on me (his eyes on me)
His woman do see (she watchin’ me)
Wholly grail (wholly grail)
Not all male (not for sale)

Wholly grail (wholly grail)
Not all male (not all male)
His eyes on me (his eyes want me)
His woman do see (she watchin’ me)
Wholly grail (wholly grail)
Not all male (not all male)

Not for sale

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