COSMIC MATH
I am me...
Your brother & friend.
Not perfection.
That was the first Christ...
Jesus.
Proclaimed King, Lord, and Savior by millions of people.
But rather, I am a second.
Not the Second Coming of Christ...
Which is soon to come.
But rather vice-versa...
I am the coming of a Second Christ.
But you can call me...
Christ Vice.
Or Vice-Christ.
I'm just a man on a mission of truth,
some say even more enlightened than the pope.
My style is kind of crazy, fun, and fiery...
This is my art, and you can call it dope.
And to all of you other poets out there...
Without the spiritual message, who can't cope...
Can you defeat me in the Armageddon battle?
Nope.
With all of your continuous cusswords...
I simply wash your mouths out with soap.
You are your own ball and chain...
Feel my dear the wrath of my rain...
Heed the lyrical call...
Transcend the fall...
Know your God...
And find your own destiny.
It's simplicity.
It's biology.
It's chemistry.
It's fire, air, earth, and water.
It's equality between son and daughter.
It's God... the One... the Mother & the Father.
It's accelerating up to meet the Lord, and then waiting...
No more time for debating.
Only time now for Vice-Christ action.
Splitting truth like atoms now, and causing a nuclear
reaction.
The shortest distance between two points for a human in time
is NOT necessarily a straight line...
Witness then the cyclical pendulum swings of my spiritual climb.
This I speak now is universal.
It's elementary.
It's humanity.
It's freedom from mental slavery.
It's fear in the face of false bravery.
It's time to take another important evolutionary step...
It's not about how big is your ego, nor your rep...
Meaning your reputation.
It's time now for a real education.
Welcome to the universal school.
Welcome to reality, you fool.
And yet the greatest fools for truth and love shall be called suicide mission kings.
Take flight now like Christ Vice, without wings...
While at the same time on bended knee.
See what I see?
See creativity.
See destiny.
See fate.
It's never too late to make the choice to be great...
To make a change...
To find a new way...
The dragon, now I slay.
I'm mystical, and logical.
I have faith, and I use reason.
I pray, and I take action.
Like Bo Jackson...
...and even have love for Michael and Jesse.
From now until infinity...
From now until forever after...
Rapture into truth like the
Nation of the Sun...
And circumvent disaster.
Who out there is a true master?
And who out there is a fake?
Who knows about Diff'rent Strokes, Facts of Life, and
Gimme a Break?
Speaking now, until those with ears to hear are awake.
I'm a poet like Langston Hughes...
And in the modern day world-wide web Armageddon battle, I refuse to lose.
Slapped in the face, the result is a bruise.
Cruise like Tom.
Cheech like Chong.
Mouse like Jerry.
This style is so spatial mind, it's kind of scary.
Based completely upon reality, and yet kind of fictional like the tooth fairy.
So, be wary of me, and my talent...
It's a gift hell bent, and heaven sent.
One day these words will teach people, and automatically pay my rent.
So, have no fear, the Vice-Christ is here...
One day, I'll make the big score like Shaft.
Heard X-Clan lyrics in 1993, and recognized my path...
Preparing myself now for the aftermath.
Welcome to the Armageddon bath...
For I saw the Light, and did my cosmic math.
The Second Christ is now ready to die...
And here to save you all like Chino XL.
Pulling heaven down to Earth and raising hell!
And to this bath, now I bring my rubber ducky and soap.
Welcome to poetry written in 1999 by a man like Saint Peter,
the first pope...
Who once got crucified upside-down...
See what happens when you turn Christ Vice around?
Crucified...
Resurrected...
And now 2000 years later...
Poetically reincarnated?
No more time for destiny awaited!
Prepare your mind...
Prepare your soul...
Prepare for the Sun...
Prepare for Jesus Christ and His Coming Kingdom.
For our World's Spiritual Leaders, Universal Teachers, and
Crucified Saviors once again they will come.
Sons and daughters of the Sun...
Sons and daughters of the One...
Sons and daughters of the All...
Break on through the wall.
Calling upon the Nation of the Sun now like Jesus Christ did to Simon Peter...
My style burns red-hot like a heater!
Here to light the dark, and unveil the soul...
Here to shock the monkey, and make diamonds out of coal.
Poetry kickin' like a donkey...
Throwing barrels like kong.
Look out below Mario!
Ho... Ho... Ho...
Merry Christmas!
>From Jesus Christ & Christ Vice...
The suicide mission kings...
Merry X-mas!
Are you aware yet of what it is to have an enlightened
consciousness?
Good and plenty.
Cotton candy.
Snickers.
Style more IT than coke.
And faster than speed.
Smoking never any crack...
And only periodically on a special occasion like Bob Marley...
Hittin' on the weed.
This is for my seeds...
This is for the seeds of Generation X.
This is an important piece in the puzzle of what's next...
This is one small step for me, one giant leap for mankind.
This is a monument now and forever in cyberspace
dedicated
to the evolutionary and revolutionary victorious destiny of humanity.
Welcome to the X.
My pen is on fire...
I'll take you higher.
Your wish is my desire.
Your prayer is your own destiny.
Not for hire, however like Spenser.
But still Punky.
Like Soleil Moon Frye.
These rhymes rain down like a hail from the sky.
What if God was one of us?
Here now comes the Second Christ...
And the oxy-moron calls himself Christ Vice.
Not manifesting supernatural miracles...
Not representing perfection...
No longer only separate and above you.
The Second Christ is entirely human just like you...
This is how much God loves you!
It's time now for the imperfect Christ...
A man like all men who live naturally and with an average honest disposition.
But also, a man with the mystical gift of third eye vision.
Make soon a decision...
Brotherly love or hate?
Life or death?
Intelligence or ignorance?
Common sense or evil?
You should be ready when King Jesus comes again for
His Second Coming sequel.
These words come from the Second Christ called Christ Vice,
an enigmatic man on the way to his own death...
I will not stop this quest, until I breathe my last breath.
Copyright 1998 & 1999 By Seth David King
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