Conversational rhymes.
An invitational to dine on a cuisine of lines.
I fiend for bryned shrimps, smoked turkey neck's, and chiken spines,
Swinging from thin vines... Keeping shit hotter than monkey balls.
Spittin according to Rugby Laws. Hittin'em all!! Let the ref's make the calls.
Life is like a doll with her head ripped off in a shoe box under my bed.
Letter blocks spellin out you're dead. Yeah!! My room is a ledge.
Wedged between a rock and a hard place.
There's a bar on the fire escape. Pickin up prescriction pills at the windowsill.
This is time being killed and chilled. My free will putting clock's on ice.
Placing rocks on the lips of life!
Rehabbing over night... Stabbing addictions whenever my actions Write.

I'm official with the tactics, heart racin' like molasses
aim flame like the dragon, protect treasure in the mansion
the cavern's, the deepest, darkest, with the transactions
them bastards is pussy minded, get squeezed like a contraction
gaspin' for air, reachin' for the heir when he's thoroughly distracted
I break the bags and, release, send em to the end of the tunnel
search for anything funneled, filtered, you'll find out about trouble
subtle minded...sorry to burst that bubble, you cunt you
you irritating piece of scum you

The lease is up on this bums view.
Evict this Bitch let'em move to a park bench.
His bark don't bite. But i'm being assaulted by his stench.
This hoe should get her pussy clensed.
A car wash would'nt rid the scent.
Fuck wash rinse and repeat. Throw this bitch in a quarantine tent.

This fluent nuance I writ stupid truths on student of neutrons . viewer from lucid proof. gone to prove its useless. croutons on ranch advance passed vegetative states. allegedly graced from a different spectrum in space. my temperments laced with peppermint spray from a Nexus' range forming intelligent praise over the elegant ways my lyrical sentiment stays. theatrics of prophetic maze Pacs second day punctured heads pumpkin head pumped with lead to upset the dead causing unrest instead. plump and fed the rush is bred from a russians breath will the feeling everclear kept the septic near to bless its ear and projected clear...no one else can step in here

ovally official as my missiles launch in ALL CAPS like headshots is what I'm giving. in your livingroom-treat it like a swimming pool- beatin bitches up, tyson/robin givens. I abolish lyrics lacking polished spirit, you gotta win it all, just gotta give it. When I get involved, I could cripple bitches' walls, have her screaming QUIT IT!!! till the time i finish.

I spit grime that'll make you grimmace.
make your mind dimminish.
On time i desing minutes
grind not blinded by limits. I Rhyme rhythmic lined with mistic proportions.
Fuck the whore you escortin. Her pussy's at war with cold sores and foreskins.
You can explore her within I'm going outside, She'll pout and cry.
Then grind a washing machine, when she seen i left her out to dry.
I'm out the sky with this shit. I spit it out of thin air...
I don't care. I'll spin your stairs flip a chair and step on your case.
I'm a disgrace. I'll Blare my bass in a residential place.

whether presidential palace, or general malice
tyrannical talents leave the game imbalanced when i spit
cuz i aint challenged when its down to language and words to invoke
leaving crowds stuck on hooks and quotes, evoking emotion
choking down the potion that takes away devotion to human life
ruined my chances, pursuing the dance with the devil til my soul was in pawn
staring back at me from lost nights and dawns i'll never remember
soul being rendered to dented fenders, blown gaskets
fleeing my own casket, it gets sad when the past sends..
yourself into the future, chasing the you that never made it
every view, held forever sacred, taking away from what you have
staring back at from your only past

So smashed in faith you can only gasp...
They fill your head with crashed dreams,
Ur head's a hybrid with only gas..
I'm only masked. My lonely boney frame and caste
Is cast off in a cast off their rockers... inductors pass.
Square peg in the well trapped.
The round hole the perfect fit, let hell have...
No... let Constantine shine, let hell half.
Bearing eternal anguish intangible to a gell cap...
All who oppose lose reception in the killzone. Region: Helghast.

I'm bleadin hella fast. Loosin blood by the buckets.
I'm seeing bright lights, But i'm not hearing Angel trumpets.
If trouble was a substance, Then i'd be lusting for danger.
I pray to the god of anger, me and peace are perfect strangers.
You can feast on this banger. Get sustinance from my struggle.
I'm a nuclear disaster. But there's nutrition in this rubble.

Reading @dull boy is a treatise
Of broken pieces, a fetus in secrets.
Question, sir.
Can genius nourish his soul in diseases?
That is, genius truly seeks to please the zenith
His soul to high center, to heal it; to deepen its realm in reason
To deceive us, evil fills our head uneven, reciting depletion:
Up is down, down is up. Taking is thanksgiving
Demons know these things (who said anything about Jesus?)
Beaten, battered. It's shit mixed with wholesome hollowed.
Yes. For eons. They destruct us like compost by the car load.
Good is bad. A slow spiritual burnout stuck in potholes.

What stands so near?
To make so much fear?
I smell it all over your work, it's clear
Tear down the pillars, the puppeteers glitter
Is the evil man still there? Slithering inwards ?
He zeros in. The insignificant reveler is regulating
That killer. Your demon all over inside salivating
Got it ? He's only sinister in mirrors associating
You with him, when you are contemplating
EVER ESCAPING
He's scissors in your head, the clipper scribbler
A distiller of spirit liquor you drink unfiltered
You drown in it, constricted thinner and disfigured
He says the mixture is part of some bigger picture
It's getting to you, you can't take its rigor
Tear down everything, even the pillars
You vomit but your filled again sicker and sicker
Only you and him stand again, only one will be victor
Is it you dull boy ? Does this gossip sound familiar ?

Why PARADE your misunderstandings ?
Hear a truth. The body is nothing
Save only a vessel for every kindred spirit
Some evil and others from on High,
Subjugate yourself
According to knowledge
Alignments are made in understanding
Lament the awesome,
The awesome is always top totem
Alive. With the bottom being lonesome.
A showman working shadow tools
Knows not this awesome truth.
...waiting

illuminating the dark with more darkness,
parked on a park bench,
barking at tree bark, seein life through an art lens.
my darts bend, my bullets hover, my knife knocks on doors.
plus i'm a foolish lover. under the covers knocking on your whore.
dropping acid on my core, i practice falling on the floor and trippin on clouds.
diggin through sounds, exploring leaps and bounds, i tweek my flow then let it drown.
break ground without oxygen, break my legs, then go frolicking.
high fiving amputees,
i'm handee when it comes to capping and demolishin.
it's whatever! theres no bounderies to my verses.
i'm flying high, fuck limits!! i'm not bound to a surface.

Dear reader, consider the following 50 statements:

1. the Apollo moon missions never happened
2. September 11th was victimless and plane-less
3. the JFK (Zapruder) film is a complete fabrication
4. the International Space Station does not exist
5. "The Wall" was a controlled "fall" (1989 Berlin)
6. rovers never landed on mars
7. Atheism+ is a CIA asset
8. no pain = no gain
9. intelligence is not understood, nor measurable
10. every word spoken is spirit
11. there is no phenomena as the immaculate genius
12. Oprah Winfrey works for Satan
13. the titanic sunk purposefully, impart for insurance fraud
14. man did not evolve
14. the earth is flat
15. the sun is not any center
16. Einstein plagiarized other foolish nonesense
17. a true day is sun down to sun down
18. earth representations from space are all (computer) paintings
19. April is the start of a new year (April fools is a joke on you)
20. the Elohim of Israel is alive
21. all of man is created in His^ image
22. the Mozart myth is a complete fabrication
23. the feminist movement is designed by men
24. there are no satellites orbiting earth
25. Facebook is a CIA asset
26. global warming is only propaganda
27. Saturday is the last day of the week
28. the Hubble space telescope is a lie
29. the cold war was strictly a propaganda war
30. the US never dropped 'nukes' on Japan
31. daily news is created/faked...daily
32. Sandy Hook never happened in reality
33. So called African Americans are the true Israelites
34. YAH Elohim rose up 'European' nations only to do His will against Israel
35. both mainstream Christianity & Islam did not enter into covenant with YAH Elohim
36. any number of mathematical formulas can model the "universe" such is Relativity theory
37. we are not evolving into a new 'conscious' era
38. nothing is new under the sun
39. we are not smarter today than the people of ancient time
40. there is no such thing as the Paparazzi
41. voting has never equated into any political outcome
42. the world is not as how it is projected
43. Santa Clause does not exist
44. public schools indoctrinate
45. western culture is a cult
46. it's natural to have more than one wife
47. musical masterpieces are created using safeguarded matrices
48. the 'cult of personality' is an abstract desire and illusion only (e.g. be like Eminem)
49. you do not go to heaven when you die
50. all will be judged on the last day by the most High and the son of Elohim

this aint time for preachin
rhyme or reason, hit the mark in its season
walk the line between treason and truth
demeanors and uses, frequently abused and,
lines that get walked through like quick sand
ya gotta have a quick hand in this land of thieves
leave your pockets empty like whores and ts
absorbantly morbid lines of death mark the time i kept
inside this mind inept and finding the line to step
i bind to strep, cough often and infect quickly
inspect sickly boats to send em off to the seas like albatrosses
count ya losses and dip like countless bosses

Pain is flawless. Hurt stands the tallest. It cripples love.
When you Swim with Sharks. Life in prison's a Ripple to a thug.
It's as simple as drugs gettin you high.
Haters just wanna watch you die,
Kleenex companies want you to cry, and the Bible's full of lies.
When will y'all realize that shit thrives on hatred.
I actually read it! That's how i arrived at that statement.
My mind ain't in a basement. I'm on reality's roof.
Fuck that fiery lake shit... Come swim in the Matrix Of Truth.
I watch football on sunday's while drinking Coors Juice.
Y'all spend yours Prasing Gods. Reading from the Book Of Slavery's Roots.

This is called over the hills where nothing happens.

The props I fetch
Rest in the pot I piss
No accomplishments (for this kid)
I got only condiments
Form the comps I get
Ignored by my rabbit reflex
I'm that text reject? (yes!)
Then call me from the harlots' dress
Barrow me from nights I missed N' mixed
With her scarlet breath (shit)
With my alphabet niche
The bonnet on her head?
Smelled of cigarettes and silt
(She said her friends would all drop by again)
Last summer her record says
Adept. All rotten wins against
My effort uninvolved in all this retrospect
In intoxicants friends, dead on arrival. Red

(mean old lady, you taught me to weap and moan...oh well)

A little less the old, present holds little more of the bolder me...
Spent so long holding on, when I let go, overload's were seen.
Overboard shark, each hark back was a woing fee,
So I smoke, explode n eat all foes owed for me smoldering.
Hot headed rhythmic ticks, no gauges/levers controlling leaks.
Potheaded pricks... no hate, just feeling like snipping off some petes...

I'm not afraid of death. I'm scared to die a hypocrite.

blowing up the game like the boston marathon
im the rotten vagabond thats gotta lotta tag-a-longs
ill drop an atom bomb on ya sorry asses once
i picked up an ounce of chron and then stopped to pack a bong
im always rapping bout incest and weird things
but still i get pussy like an infected piercing

what came first the one great beat or the one great verse
the bong made me go blurgh
oh no!!! i did a sickie
spittin the spittley spit. spppppppppppttt. YEAH
Lazenbys my favourite bond
whats that whats that its a james bond podcast
chicken chow mein on the park with senior ducks
i jus ain giyin a fuuuk....
and trust me famalam you dont want to clash this
i will make you look like a spastic
cos your mum is fat
and smells like she washes with poo from cats
geronimo!!! horseless fool
autocue
tools with plugs
you get snuffed like illegal movies
see me i move like scrooge mc duck

what the cluck chicken filet burgers amongst pigeons
sharpin gerbers on brick bridges flick lizards hide under rocks
its hot we drop like 6 digits perfected 9's outwit the simplistic
out spit the cobra legion high treason night thieving ice heathens
its cold outside freezein poltergeist lean in whisper in your ear
fight freedom these visions isnt clear rewind your inner fears to nice seasons
rice with glass pieces stash bleeders clash the hash browns is break fast leaders
lyrical warfare chessboard no king to protect in chaos rain shots
at nervous points to persuade clocks to obey the brain shock sun rot
fermentation raisin my manifestations are sugar sweet the nooks are deep
claws to hook your feet i seen your hoofs in your socks with your booger beak
creatures over took the streets we in the skys now flying pass saturns rings
the gavel swings travel to realms where no shadows are seen....

each nights a duplicate of its predecessor
never lesser yet never better, every letter repeats
each clevrer retreat depletes the soul its attached to
succumb and relapse to a demons path its teeth gleamin gash
at a tragic past that plants the haves by the needy
false and decieving, the nations pulse is agreeing
with the news statements that view patience on few masons
that rule vagrants and huge places with few wait lists
theres huge wastin in this land of the free
like we standin in pieces decieved by our thesis for being
tossed from the pond, across from beyond
we flee and abscond from agreements with pawns
proceeded to sow seeds in a alnad of the greedy
that grow in soil dark with the blood of the needy
a toll for the seemingly all powerful lords
monsanto and ford, pulling strings we ignore
special interest groups can afford appeasement
ignored agreements that explore regions under a legions guard
cant reach far into a future our demons scarred
its war or enlightenment, false excitement and tension
unruly dimensions of psychosis in high doses fuels motions
blood jewesl corrosive, truly explosive
iron in a star born of brooding
fueling sepulture vacancy, true hate we breath
in the dust left in mushroom clouds we consume now
we must groom proud nation loving souls to sacrifice
to brainwash fates lost in a cleansed state that has no rights
i cant mean faiths lost when you take in the evidence
our stakes been taken when hesitence fed the beast
misled with decrees in this land of the free

my shadow is a silhouette assasin with a silver sceptre
poisoning your districts like fish without gill protectors
alone in the darkest sector, severing souls im a heart dissecter
stoned off the ganj forever professional pokemon card collector
and its hard to explain like the game of lifes hard decisions
how highly evolved states of mind may defy darwinism
as judgement day defines the planned ascension of mortal beings
i run away to find a transdimensional portal seeing
multiversal panoramas, some disurbing acts of drama
beauty queens with zoots of green and ugly girls with cans of lager
a case of nasty karma angry fathers act horrid
acknowledged, sons are donning balaclavas bank robbing

aches; throbbing- brain drains to abstract twangs dropping
on my s4- yes lord. the plane's topping, but acsension's still a thang. Watch it.
Climax belief is to be insane, lame and thoughtless. Change targets.
Strange fortunes befall the innate, but exchange forces in-place.
What becomes a lane shortage's replaced with change hoarders and greats shorted.
The haste... why ignore the debate of why more resort to the bountiful lake,
than the ocean's unknown expanse, broadened horizons and take?
Desperation is depletion of taste- thats the culprit. But if you, in faith,
commit to whatever it takes to be of one at the stake...
then what will it say to being the festering undead who foster the fake,
for the minimalist sake of a living pretense with fabric and plate?

This is my motivation. My living will in estate.

Tectonic Boy

"Release your inner nerd!" said the tectonic boy, pointedly
The science fair also featured lithosphere Ophelia
and tornado gust Johnson

Cardboard Wonderland sponsored by
Zephyrhills Water Engineering Systems
The blowing in the streets hints at Roaring Twenties trenchcoat smoke
and shadow god parlors -
stenchcraft, or automobiles as they're called
push tire treads up spirit intersections at a brisk pace
The light turns red after yellow
because it becomes increasingly irritated

The boy is somewhat a toddler -
geophysicists might agree his rock-plated
foot soles and archipelago sized blood plasma donations
differentiate
him from most children his own age

Warfare technology byproduct, his favorite class is Civics
His report cards are written in the language of hollow earth theory
planetary bark scroll, no, he doesn't show his parents
His teachers "Iron" and "Copper" have to be relocated
from craterlands to semi-urban areas to get in touch with the boy
Hard quarry sediment caked up at this quartz heels
mandibles with dental braces, ghastly looking bifocals
fingers supplanted in silt red enough to be liquid magma

Assigning detention to tectonic boy
is like sentencing the Pacific Ocean
to an aqua curdling death dance - believe me, it's been tried
I was his guidance counselor at one point

Homeland Security, in league with the Geologic Society
asked the boy if he had any extraneous items to declare
before they amputated some of his assets
It appears tampering with his ligaments led the government
to hit rock bottom - power politics and half-pipe hydroponics
The end of an untelevised episode of Modern Marvels
in lieu of nuclear winter's adolescent pincers

----



The corn farmer had a titanium plate in his cheek
so when his daughter Janis kissed him, he felt nothing

his name was Gunnar

a man in his middle forties
who'd been through enough disasters
to name his children after hurricanes

he'd lost most of his land to cyclone floods
the dry cleaners burnt all his funeral suits
the dry cleaners burnt down too
and he refused to put his money
in a blood bank

sore gums were the jolly ranchers of the day
cotton swabs replaced hankerchiefs
kilos of lighter fluid replaced champagne
fashion statements became 'are you hungry?' statements
worker's unions were collectivist villages
not that mankind would ever unite when candlelight
was the go-to light source

an old Dodge sedan sufficed for backroad trips
the jackhammer in his trunk was reserved for stragglers
the shotgun under his seat was reserved for enemies
strictly those
who'd put his kids in harm's way
and get taken out via the external flesh route

civilization being the empty ovulation chamber it was
"this way" instructs the young spirit
in full nightmare helm
ceramic fiberglass Luxembourg mask
pigment-less, bony finger
pointing to the outlier doors of a cave
like a shaman on jury duty

"forgot the sunscreen but remembered to bring the vaccine?"
you're proven useful

highways crossed
shopping malls traversed
small towns skipped
or endured

childhoods reversed
engineered, scarred, salient
hanging from a sticky bar
in this sadomasochistic playground duplex

(when a boy stumbles into an undead street bum
on his way to school and loses
both of his ankles in a painful way
it's a human rights issue)

the circle of city life is a fist fight in the dark
white blood cells clot any redemptive armistice
gynecologists hold hands
channeling whatever deity
will push for fertility funding
but the HMRI stand hasn't been plugged in for decades

those with cold hearts or private enclosed property
survive
though even sociopaths
end up as measurable casualties

Gunnar fidgets with the speed-o-meter
imagining round,
cupcake-like, untapped pairs of supple breasts
he licks summer's day milky frosting
from his charred ice cream cone

the sunlight's getting to him
its toxic impoverishment
coloring him the hue of hardship

Gunnar, formerly accused of being too lethargic
gets an eyeful of the dented park signs
the lack of streetlights, the literal absence of the 'grid'
the law defacement agents in the high grass

dead leaves on the runway ebb
and skid and drift into place
in a meringue shuffle to determine who inherits the Earth

is it the meek?
who starve for weeks?
or the mountain folk
who are used to the high altitude

Powerlines connect to spinal chords
'flip mode squad' is playing on abandoned satellite radio
next up is the debut album from Fallout Shelter Boy
called 'Cornucopia of the Folded Men and the Damned'

Dad rolls his sleeves up,
puts a new tire on our sedan
and we all row downward as fast as we can
to escape the tear gas juggernauts
with their judgement day accusations
and helium knuckle-punches
living underground will have its stifling physiology
but by god, we'll start a haven with a library

trunk full of condiments
like yellow corn, silver coins, bags of stale cous cous
and deer tusks sticking out by the license plate
so faded it might as well come off
(useless now, ain't it?)
two scarecrows in the backseat - decoys
to protect the itty-bitty ones
and redirect bad fortune

Journal Log 0483
daughter, intact
son, intact, but traumatized
grandparents, deceased
dad (Gunnar), numb
mom, left behind in Phoenix (survival unlikely)

families in the midst of all this carnage
how do they do it?
refuge must be hell's last lemonade stand
so we'll drive deep into tunnels
where the sun doesn't permit
yard sales, hardly

These Chicks put the P in King, they make me wanna Duck.
I'm talking about dumb sluts, Flaunting their Egg Foo Young Butts.
What The Fuck!!
They don't respect themselves. How can they respect you?
And when your money scatters,
They're sharing Poo-Poo Platters with the next dude.

the next dude the one whos got his head screwed on
now im up in the clouds because my necks too long!
i best move on cos lifes about the rotations
of getting high when you ply your trade for low wages
i flow phrases with colgate cleanliness
my prose breaks into post haste sentences
now my soul craves emptiness
not cocaine benders with old age pensioners
im in a rollcage rendered as a crash test
dummy being summoned by the devil like a cashed cheque
funny how we never see the aspects of real life
its so hard to focus with a stone heart and steel mind

I feel blind!
The love we use to have is Ancient.
Full of thin Patience.
I like'em hot. But that bitch was Radiation.
Now my dick's a Bone Excavation.
We studied aviation.
But never took Flight.
We'd break nights,
Drinking shit that taste right,
Trying to cover up this fake life.

"take five." And i often do... as some drives need break lights.
Sometimes i sharpen to break knives... an ode to OJ's late wife.
I'm irate. Why? You'd rather have seventy 2's than my eight 9's.
i love my mad dog n' st. ide's... drunk binges across state lines.

I slug midgets who watch Dateline.
Fuck broadcast news,
my words live forever in the ink on the page.
And as I sink to malaise, I never once forget the wink of a maid.
Returning nervous gesticulations with incrimination as I shrink to the stage.

Drifting in rage.
The hulk in me is small, but ripples in waves.
Eclipsing my day, purple in tint, intending to stay.
But I must stay content, as contenders will prey.
Escaping a scapegoat agenda's ok...
but to utterly obliterate them when revenge is arranged?
Priceless. Fuck, leave em lifeless from the shit that i say...
Because, what is life if you can't live it YOUR WAY?!

Gotta make it a comfortable stay,
If your gonna play the game of life.
Or wallow in your own demise. Swallow the poison of your own devise.
Morning arrives.
Making Breakfast laced with Anti-Freeze.
You are your own worst Mechanic. Why do your breaks bleed?
Mistakes lead you towards a brick wall.
Perfect time for an engine stall.
Extension from falls, off never ending cliffs.
Paul Walters Drift. Grimm Reaper. My stalker exsist.
But I want my walker, kid! Still making moves at an old age.
Hulk Talk! Senior Citizens rage.

These hoes scoff at my citizen's cane...
Obliterated them bitches with limited range.
Schindler 's lisp was ridiculous! Why'd no one mention this gay
Piece of non-fiction.... was it cuz of human soap and cindered decay?
I know this shit is splintered n frayed, but fuck it...
I still laughed at him after I killed those women that day.

who gives a fuck when we can just pray for forgiveness.
go from rapist to blessed, in an instant.
confess to stringing crimes and killing infants.
to preaching the word of god.
earth spares the rod.
church helps killers do their job.
but i'm not gonna sob.
shit i just found jesus today.
copped me a slave.
now i beat my kids when they missbehave.
takin it back to the caves.
where my spear is sharp.
and next sunday, i'm killing every employee working at wal-mart...

Paul blart mall cop. All heart in my jots.
I'm the king of swinging my cock.
Flinging my crops. Stop drop and roll
There's a fire in my Soul ...

mindfuck this, i shoot thru hedonists
circa 2006, crowned one of the few new school geniuses
underwent twice the persecution Jesus did
when i adopted a style part futile tedious and part Feudal Thesis sick!
i ruined weakened kids and you can be the next.
cosmos on my shoulders, asking atlas "do you even lift?"

Tears are tasted, bitch fuck them emotions
just come a bit closer and get severely wasted
I've my beer goggles on so what I see is amazin'
yet what appears often wrong
is you smeared with make up
I bet sober this dames image wouldn't catch my attention
contact won't be made with my straight vision
like the attachin' of lenses.

it's time, the vision starts,
topaz colors and throwback cutters come alive and hit your heart.
ninja stampede of diamon prism darts,
their throwing skills: over open fields they'll splice an inch mark.
shogun lord of the flies and bizmark,
meets he whom the Titans discard, orbiting the battlelands whizzing lightning disc shards!

writing my discharge,
driving away after drinks at the bar.
i blinked hard. on the brink of becoming one with the buelevard.
eating glass shards, becoming part of the pavement.
the fork in the road is half poison. half enslavement.
~n~ pass the basin...they hating on a grander scale.
they slither more than salamander scales.
~n~ natural disasters never fail.

the dying only flail
with sounds n' waves never heard as if by a lonely whale.
The lowly prevail but only as the total rebel.
Exploding in hell, the lost, eternally of brimstones homey smell.
No croney will tell... although every dominator in pow'r's a dove in a swell.
...lost in tyranny... a corruption no sensation can quell...

can't be quelled, but maybe it can be quenched.
tighten up your loose screws with the oppositions wrench.
got a vision of corruptions stench. playing the park bench.
intentionally walking you towards a barbed wire fence.
you gotta let the men hench, and let the bitches bitch.
go for broke on a daily baisis while the richer get rich.