it can be anything – life is frightening – rhyming typing-ling – poetic siphoning – flowing ascii – cite an opening – dont ask – paint a picture – singing freedom is run by witches – in the background- turn it around – maximize what im not allowed – two decibel’s too loud – tone it down- drone it – pow – al capone the crown – prohibition emitting the sound of – dap n pound – straps n hounds – stats n rounds – jump gaps or be drowned.
run laps to get around – the wheel that just comes right back down – the lost is never found – aimlessly stumble downtown voraciously mumbling heaven bound – filter the stream in my mind – walking headphones in – im a pantomime – cant hear – but i speak through dance and rhyme – fancy footwork when i retreat to my- lair of time – of prayer and try’s – care -lies -dare for a prize.
Counting the days the days will be done
Never over or soon to be gone
Can’t decide which way it swirls
The wind, the earth, the mountains, the furrows
Forever twisting in lines contained
Searching in forests for beauty maintained
The striking manner in which we ride
Will forever bring in magnificent tide
antithesis demands the days that spin
never can too soon bleed repayment
decisions twist the task at hand
elements speak the words that can
treasures will forever take a stand
organic encampment wonderland
seeking is the manor in which we are used
for we shall always experience the truth obtuse
The Al Capone bit inspired this.
The way the sea kisses the wind in the midst of a hurricane was how I envisioned my life would end. there was something so mighty hidden within the vehement clouds of hell that served me some sort of internal tranquility.
But when I was presented with the cards handed to me, I never anticipated my demise as anticlimactic as a grave seven feet under the steps of the city hall. I guess we can say I lived a little too close to men whose eyes were a little too dark. With teeth a little too sharp. With souls that have long ago tangoed with devils too smart to be fooled. With tongues that whispered golden tales of love and affinity. Of life filled with fairy tale endings and the fantasized happy endings.
So here I am, coming to you with the most peculiar of questions. Because I’ve been floating around inbetween atmospheres, haphazardly waiting for my hurricane and his cards haven’t been dealt yet. But here you are, a pristine soul skipping through this plane with innocent curiosity and a mind full of young infatuation. Do you know where your heart will be, when you’re counting the last of its beats?
You could say the underground darkness inspired the eyes and you felt comfortable with them, but you needed them just like they needed sharp teeth to grow out. Only the deepest roots won’t be blown by a hurricane, the only tales of gold exist because they were high enough. The only endings are the seasons changing and they’re only happy ones because your beats are too smart to be fooled by cards.
The seasons are not ends but rather new beginnings. Would Fall be so beautiful if dressed for death? My answer is no. Her party attire as she and we celebrate the harvest. Winter DEATH? I must scream NO WAY! A mere 90 day rest until we reach for the son again. The teeth and the men with weakened resolve are the folly of our lost way and the cards just proof of life unfair…. Well, at least that’s my life…
vehement peasant kept hurricane – envision the way i go out the same i came – miracle in the way we rave – peace love unity respect is the path we pave – soul influenced for sustained disdain – why must we live in vain – we dont need to – but, money feeds you – keeps you close – discourages votes – nicotine cope – caffeine to get us through our day – receive pay – relay say – retreat to the dungeon – slay today – turn off your brain – absorb frequency – controlled by they – black or white? grey – loose or tight – a little to personal, hey hey – break the ice – climate change – the game has mange – trapped in a cage – i dont hate – but im trained to play – choose a character – pick sage- burn forests and plant them back once again – vegetate your land – bloom then harvest when you can –
so far past jealous
i love my life and im not telling my secret
i keep it safe from haters that play with appearance
give me back my blood
avoid vampire tendencies
conflicted but spending G’s – sleazing to please
so deep in spreading lessons in what not to do
you’re a walking lecture in sucking dudes
or atleast giving the illusion you want to fuck too
thats not cool but its a small world and time is limited
what will happen to you.
you don’t truly know-
someone until you fight them
quoting matrix like its a psyche titan
hyphy typing – tunnel visioned through letters numbers
melodies metronomes snares kicks – to each his own
accidentally grown – don’t call me angry on my phone
i only answer to love when im in my zone
working on my kingdom to come
stuck beating on my drum
gifted living in slums
learning how to strum for fun to explain the undone
give me my money
its not even funny
i want to live in harmony
eat sleep and breathe
dabble in sanity
breach conscious keeps
heist jewels n gems for me to beat
the game of enthroning intuitive beasts
resonate crystalline frequencies
thats me – i see but id rather be
every moment is history
that i reteach – my soul will leach
the fall is steep – but my wings are full reach
im a bio-root mass entangled -detached at the feet
connected by energy –
i can see the seams of reality
but explaining in layman hurts so dearly
clearly words mean more then they appear to read
so the blue sky looks down on me with favor somehow.
why? to see an ant moving sand in the here and now?
to see us crumble in the houses that we drown in?
inside a bed made from the fractures of a time neglected,
we fold our legs holding information printed on someone else’s body
the batteries of our motivation stem from a much deeper place
where the shadows of ourselves cover and ignore
the place where hurt breeds outward and garbage washes up on the shore
we keep the glass in front of our eyes, pretend not to realize all that we have strived for
once again will separate the the hearts of the tender,
breaking our mind into uncountable, untraceable pieces
into a caving, non-relevant, self-destructive thesis
that we are all that we have made and what we made is all that we are
nothing comes from the mirror, the heart is only a something considered bizarre
a nagging that is always incorrect in the stance of our wants
because we all are only what we want and what we want is what we are
faces printed on bodies, carried in coffins in woven cloth
traded for something less useful, but shiny nonetheless
a self-allowed proposition for how things shall be
the desire of want, the desire to have, the desire to look past and see destiny
just within grasp but no one really wants to see
we turn away from the light and into the dark where our fear and darkness creeps
where it comforts us and steals us away from anything that would bring us to day
i don’t have no sage
but i run this stage
pave my own way
im untamed in a cage
intrinsic laser beams common from my sake
dreaming of an eternal presence
leaking gods lovin stake in days – eleven eleven
melting from stress but manifesting better plays – touchdown in heaven
burn the resin thats caked when time isn’t worth its weight – in gold
and im stuck guessing – thought vertigo telling me im less than
my best but my tests are impending -contest forever successing
– acceptance lessons to feel ascension sending never-ending.
I was sitting at the taptaptap cafe, overlooking earth. My coffee wasn’t hooked up properly, but I can’t blame them, everyone’s busy with the world catastrophe and the net malfunctioning after the field’s been released in yet another war trying to plunge another’s reality documentation. This time was one too many and the allied places were unprepared and the clouder sys was damaged so badly it was shitting down and everyone was fucking losing their mind. What did that matter? I wished to experience quality coffee, just an act of following what I deserved to appreciate what I choose to appreciate despite unpopular opinion. A couple of other people started beeping behind me, freaking out about the data and some started to self destruct, shit was going down. Lights went off and the gravitor humm became apparent, charts disappeared and poor motherfuckers were naked, some shitting themselves out of fear and not being used to experiencing this for the first time in their re-lives. I watched the display on earth get all kinds of fucked up, restart, put up the loss quota. I knew it. All the music and art was lost, except what was topping people’s charts that past month. Well I guess we vote our own destiny, and whatever floats your boat folks. Not a single classic survived this shut down. I’m not sure if I’m more disappointed in humanity or the system making all this garbage and fake feelings. Anyway, I self destructed and shut off. No point in having terrible coffee. Ingmar Bergman was forever gone, not a trace of film data left, and that’s what I was planning to do next. Through the haze of my mind going out, I watched the giant plump face of president honey boo boo gleaming into the starlight. I wished them well, whatever makes them happy, I guess that’s all that matters. I let out one last fart out of rebellion, letting the planker robot lady parked next to me freak her shit out over my biological upbrining and how inferior I was. I heard her rant off about effects of coffee as I’ve gone out, trying to salvage my images of this one painting I liked to carpe diem this shit, but it was erased already.
face the path illuminated with vast darkness. potentiate power through blind steps into the obscured destination. harness instinctual awareness to absorb your domineering presence throughout destiny’s sweet caressing touch of nothingness. be nimble in visual mapping to reciprocate intuition. eliminate the chance that you are not spiritually superior to what doesn’t cease to exist. entities are not out to get you. presence felt is your own presence. reason with hearing.
let darkness empower you.
So this is life
joy, love and pain
Where is the truth
where could it be
Give me your hand
give me your heat
maybe some head
that’s all I need
What would we do with fortune and fame
we’d probably give it all away
I sure would
If that is life then I don’t care
Here is our spree
as exhausted as me
can no longer take you anywhere
If I took your hope and despair
and threw it away
you’d give me some pain
for one more day
I saw a couple at the corner store
like a ghost of withered amour
with clipped old wings and souls so sore
I heard the woman declaring her love
probably the sixteen-thousandth time
It made me cry and now I know why
I guess I want to bring you down
I think it’s good to be fair
that was our life, well I don’t care
This is for you so why the tears
Yeah this was our thing, but why do you care
White sheets, drenched by the inept
Thought creased the edges
Fair weather and identity
Missing a necessary weapon
Lost in eagerness
The tempest paves
He owns the kingdom
Honestly , that wasn’t enough for me
Your kisses full of alcohol
your foggy eyes,
your flickering flesh,
your hungry heat.
You come closer to me,
I’ll not be the one who could feed you
and my instinct picks you up.
The I feel
your kisses full of alcohol,
your foggy eyes,
your flickering flesh,
your hungry heat.
I don’t know what’s happened, someone cooked faggaroni and cheese,
stupid boring motherfuckers with no passion or peace
If I’m not expressing or receiving I’m as good as deceased.
Is it the tension or the drama police in times like these
when the only apprehension drama queens receive is sucking dicks on their knees
and the fucking distance is a cure for me if I don’t endure my own resistance, jeez
if I’m not breathless it’s slam poetry to leave us breathless in unwelcome instant of existence
dream some, how can you be pissed off and love you piece of shit, you can’t
go have a threesome with mickey mouse on christmas with santa claus in a transparent tent
so you can blend in, probably forever in confusion with your bullshit never ending
so clever, that end, someone wrote the most boring free-writing again
Convinced myself this was forever, endlessly
just a moment, just a dream
You’ve been missing all night
by the end of january
You’ve got everyone worried, man
the blinders are on tight
When I, when I, flew to the other side
When I, when I, flew to the other side
Goodbye, to the egoic mind,
To the egoic mind
Its a consciousness,
You can take off the mask, now
You’re just a little child
And you’re wild,
run free, run free
Go ahead and gallop free
Right by the forest
Rests all humanity
Wake up, wake up and see the light
As one, as one,
I’m sure it’ll be some fun
Humanity galloping free
humanity galloping free
I can’t wait
it’s not coping
To draw a picture
or lay on a hill in the sun
It’s not coping
or be in love
Its not coping
To paint your kitchen
Or fuck in a parking lot
It’s not coping
to make money
Or frantically type
Life is celebration
Hungry stomachs fill the air
And here we are
Watching From a far
Spending money on cars
Oh, the planet Mars
We forgot we are all
In a Spiral
Spinning right between your eyes
My endless Galaxy
A drift, words swift
With the wind
And a howl
Calling your heart.. heart
Ready at any moment
Although black wants to cover
I’ll do my best, I’ll do my best
Because this moment is all I am
To return to the land
As one, as one
This room is cold and dull
It lacks something, must be you
Bottle’s empty, I am full
Drowning in the sound of a heavy tune
Everyday another round of trouble
Everyday I try to mend the rubble
Wish there was a magic pill because I’m about to collapse
Everyday another load of issues
Everyday I have to answer to a bunch of bitches
As soon as we’re through with this we will never look back
Sometimes it’s hard to choose
I think I need a place to hide
If I fuck up this ruse
The ladies will have me crucified
Everyday is bound to grant some suffering
Everyday we’re bound to miss life’s offering
Maybe we just want to close our eyes to what we’re losing
Everyday another load of issues
Everyday I hear them say that life’s a wicked mistress
I guess they just don’t know her too well, that’s my conclusion
I’m running on empty, it’s not as bad as its told
I’m feeling so empty, just not those stories too cold
Lets swim down the river where I sold you the sky
I’m pushing out black cause there’s a column of light
Let go of your vision, even if for a night
We came one with the moon until we grew like the trees
I gave you my heart and you blew through my eyes
Spiraling souls like every color imagined
Smiled at us as the sun came to rise
As the sun came to rise
Why would an ant even want to move a rubbertree plant?
Life is not a bowl of cherries. One is time based and the other is fruit based.
If we are all one, why do those with more stuff feel more individual?
If a tornado touches down in the end zone of a football field, is that worth 6 points?
When people take an oath in courtrooms , then lie and under oath, are their souls eternally doomed? Or just christians?
If i want to fall asleep, counting sheep seems like too much work… Im a Sheppard.
I hear voices in other peoples heads..and ghosts should text more…”boo” just seems so negative…especially when haunting a play or concert.
Why do they add terminals to airports and wings to hospitals?
I bet zoos in Africa dont get much business.
Never mention the existential fact that we are all going to die on a full international airline flight.
Are roosters genetically programmed to crow at sunrise, or are they just assholes?
Dogs and diamonds make good best friends..apparently.
Why is the word fun at the beginning of funeral? And if all dogs go to heaven then mailmen might want to check out hell first.
Why are ski masks more common in robbery’s than on the slopes?
If a tree fell in the forest..that’s probably the common place for that to happen…
Why are mares horses in the day time and bad dreams at night?
I always try to save room for dessert, but i really can’t make that type of digestive system storage decisions. ..thankfully… Id be too busy breathing and blinking.
Shadows of trees with freezing roots
Snow and wind that feel like blades
Together they cover the tracks of our boots
As we sneak over lakes and glades
A trace of your hand across my face
Like thunder, ice and toxic aether
A sober bad trip in your embrace
As if time and space got wasted together
Shallow breath, frozen tears galore
It’s like a wicked work of art
Conjured from the melting core
Of a grim and frostbitten heart
When peace is dead and love is pain
When there’s nowhere to run or hide
A single option then remains
The answer, deicide
When I was younger, I was ‘taught’ that there was a God who made the world and gave his son to save mankind. As I got older, I ‘learned’ of a similar God and a man who walked on Earth preaching of said God. As I met more people, I ‘discovered’ millions of other Gods, each with their respective powers and responsibilities over mankind. Then I was ‘told’ of a man. A simple man who had riches but decided to abandon that for a simpler life, to find himself in the chaos of the world. There were no Gods, at least as was revealed to me, merely a man who had ideas he felt compelled to share. There were good ideas, most of which are actually common sense. Collectively, everything I’ve learned about religion caused me to move away from religion even further. Except for that one man. I choose to believe in what he said because why would you need a higher power to tell you that killing another fellow walker of the Earth is wrong?