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Revolution
 

This joker’s lost his marbles, it’s comically awful thinking I’ll “Marvel” at hype and glam
& I’ll “unleash Venom at Karnage thru the Web” til he’s Crying Uncle in part two of Spiderman!
You’ll disappear off Earth..just like Amelia Earnhart, your greatest failure is plane to sea
Talkin’ titles? “Mars made sure Karnage wasn’t displayed” like the aliens came in peace!
Able to rip Rev? Someone gave you a big head..til we see a guillotine, it’s off with your neck!
So as far as the ego goes, “In Karn, it’ll get crushed”, so he can really see his God in the flesh!
His sparks pathetic, you’re less online than the Amish, fuck all the fire your sentences start to credit
You won’t go to war, Ghandi gimmicks...watch! “Carn’ll lay in the pasture” like a sick farming fetish!
Accepted & now Karn’ll rue the gesture, give me the crown, clown! Start to cue the jester
Your performance is a joke..HoF? “Karnage shouldn’t be in that class” like a Martin Luther lecture!
We all know Tony put a Dark Mark on your record, it’s almost like Voldemort was tossin’ favors!
Beat til no brakes are left, ironic “Kar, Phax showcased your wreck”, like a known source for AutoTrader!
You’ve been known at least a while..for “bitch-made shots in title sequences” like Mona Lisa Smile
Humble pie? Give me a fuckin' knife, plus “Tony’s cut up a slice” without trips to a Frozen Pizza Aisle!!

Tac gets bodied & chopped in bits, soon as they let me Atom, it’s like Nagaski’s involved in this!
I’ll trigger all the alarms & split, so “Tic only takes the gold” if it’s the Olympics bombing in ’96!
My pun is denyin’ your jokes; once I win you can Crimea River…I’m not Russian, the plight of your hope
Circle the wagon til he’s bent out of shape, just a “square full of X’s and O’s” who loves to admire my notes!!
Murder & burn with haste, everyone knows who’s got bodied..”cept, Tic”…genius, I’m turnin’ his dirt to waste!
Verses hit all of your Census; so you couldn’t “get rid of the Rust, Tic” if you were learnin’ an urban place!
Rev stole this premier..I see word of mouth says you’ll win? Damn…you’re left holdin’ veneers!
Wept, flowin’ with tears, thought you’d ‘blaze a Trail, but now you’re benched with heat’ like Greg Oden’s career!
Get killed in this square!, admit your place in the stocks!, stuck his neck out, got the guillotine..Tic’ll wait for the drop!
As far as ITL goes, you’ve been the face of this plot! But now “Tic’s dropped after a few weeks” like syndications on Fox!
I’ll conquer the middle earth as soon as this sentence lands..I’m the lord of this ring, servin’ seconds like the minute, man..
Too much of a murder, kid…only time we got “shook with a nervous Tic”..was meetin’ Ali as his biggest fan!

My "guns will applaud you" when I'm 'makin' arms clap'! Malone's like a "fat bitches booty" this 'bum aint a hard ass'!
Raise the bar, Match? I don't 'question marks, period' -- he'll 'dash when I make Sen tense' like a 'Language Arts class'!
My riders will be shootin'! Cock back and hit em'! "Pop caps? You're trippin'!" Sumaru 'might as well be shroomin'!
This biter still be losin'! But "Sen, dog'... to 'be real', you'll see 'mugs' spinnin'" like witnessing a 'cypress hill reunion'!
If I don't slash ya throat, the gun is firin'! Leavin' Matches smoked... when the matics blow, this fucker's silent!
If Evil's grabbin' toast and buckin' iron! Then I'm "droppin' Matches faster" than DiCapprio in Shutter Island!
I've "kicked flips on boards" longer than Rod-nay Mullen! Ignite butane, I spew flames but the God aint Vulcan!
Don't ask about the broads A's pullin'! Cause "the kid'll be in ya hoe, Malone too" like he's 'Macaulay Culkin'!
If I "take a stab at em'" he'll get 'cut with a ginsu'! VIBE'll open XXL magazines... without 'subscriptions/issues'!
You've got the 'muscle to rip who'?! If you put "Neil in front of a God, I'll make em' prey" like 'Muslims and Hindus'!
Stop fuckin' around, pussy... Match is cock blockin'! Neil "knows what time it is" like he 'had a watch on em'!
PHAX'll drop logic! But for "Malone to make a good point?" ...he'd definitely need a 'pass from John Stockton'!
The real deal? I'm "pulling your card out" and 'deckin' you in the face'! Won't you bust with a twenty two anyway?
This vet is losin' today! Grip on gats? Pfft when I put my "clique on Match"... we're down to 'set a funeral date'!
You "diss playin' true lies" no Tom Arnold acts! Pop off with mac's? Ya guns 'jammin' like Bob Marley tracks!
Drop bars on wax? Heh... If we saw "/\/\/\/\ anywhere on the charts" ...it was after another stock market crash!

Ah, friend of mine

A landlubber-turned-swashbuckler, I was; consumed in exuberant tales o' treasure our colony's legend breathed
We'd boarded a shoddy vessel & watched its mahogany decks recede Napoli- ahoy, to the promising Seven Seas!
Yes indeed, our crew was a bucket 'o cheers; jolly-laughing peasantry amidst lolligagging scallywags & buccaneers
Groggy lads & lasses frothy-glasséd, always clashing weaponry against hearty-accent alley scabs as musketeers!

We'd accepted eachother whole as brethren akin; however- this life o' Seadogs, some souls rejected within
Those, who dreamed dreams for gold with devilish grins; slumber's sweet siren song o' bullions beckoned its men:
Glittering amethysts & rubies galore.. booty assured, in hoards o' sapphiren-studded goblets covering garnets!
Yet, ho- truly aboard, was one named Beatrice; for The Great Blue mother-a-calling, she, a sealover embarketh

'Ole Beatrice accompanied me; fighting in ship platoons, & smashing drunkard skulls with heinekens in saloons!
Our cutlasses treated Goliath-Leviathan-sizéd giants as big buffoons, tearing through tides o' pirates & picaroons
Lying them in lagoons, us tyrants! The finest, merely salive' amidst spittoons, in our avail; entire fleets would hail!
'Twas life- 'til our coxswain sought his monocular, & found an island fabled to hold the treasure o' Seadog's Tale

Aye- we landed, then scouted its shores

"I can't resist, Beatrice; they must be ours alone, if amethysts in this land exist," so we made a handsome slip,
Split from our brethren.. & uncovered an enclosed cove where golden medallions surrounded an abandoned ship
"Bedazzling waters, unveiled! Milady, have this vessel afloat!" "Aye, I'll set the sails! Haul our treasure into the boat!"-
Then Beatrice was grabbed by an entering sailor: "Avast ye, treacherous traitor! Or I'll cut 'Ole Beatrice's throat."

So I dropped the spoils; our former mates chanted, "A couple o' wretchéd fools! Tilting legs under ye brethren's stool!"
Shimmering clumps were collected, encumbering peasants & sutlers- molesting our plunder o' precious jewels!
Without another discretion, our brothers had said, "Begone!" then set off thataway, weighed with lusted accolades
As they laughed & ship flags were raised, fastening mast arrays- I realized we'd become bloodless castaway

I just wanted you to be happy, 'O Beatrice

I pledged her we'd find treasure- even if it meant for venture to Ocean's Edge, which trickled this world's ledges;
"Our fists'll uncurl endless pendants, embedded with emerald gemstones- & you'll be crystalline-pearl necklaced!"
But 'Ole Beatrice cried, because this talk was evil; because it caused her people to take-off like a flock o' seagulls
My Greed (what God's cathedrals called illegal) haunt her 'til her time'd come; nigh once she caught the measles

Ah, Beatrice! I tried to comfort regardless; "A bunch o' blundering jargon! Ye be th' reason our brothers departeth!
Yer scum-worth an' heartless.. just make sure when I die, my body's sent back to Th' Great Blue mother-a-calling!"
Her last breath as she died left me burdened with blame; cursing in vain- I set her adrift amidst Seven Sea tide
"To Napoli, I'll return," I cried!.. But the man returned was a cold-hearted rapscallion.. which no one recognized

Ah, friend of mine

A swashbuckler-turned-landlubber, I am; forever-torn & eversworn regret's ail.. vowed nevermore to set sail
For there was nothing I had ever treasured more.. than what I'd lost pursuing the treasure o' Seadog's Tale

Equipped alien weaponery aimed directly at the planes trajectory
Traverse this plane wit telepathy; levitate out a blackhole wit a sign that reads...
"R.I.P Malaysia Flight 370"
Degree in chemistry; mix hydrocloric brews; Agent Orange and Blue
Watching Neigh Palm weapons big enough to turn the whole Vienam forest floor a fluorescent hue
Mordors hordes weapons in view, fire at will; Admire the skill
aim skyward and reel; drag ya leader back to the frontline and funeral pyre the kill
Ya Lord Sire forreal; from start to finish I create and flow well
I'm even a motherfucking psychopath at the check-in... welcome to Bates Motel.
Mix Vodka, Kahula and Baileys - that's a recipe for disaster
Getting Drunk in Washington protesting funerals with Westboro Baptists after
You forced this laughter watch you grab ya throat vomiting
Addicted to holy water promethazine ready to accept Morpheus peace offerings
A cult following, popularity is the reason they rally
Describing my crew? the Term 'In' is Welcome... more than Walking Dead's season finale
Group Therapy session, psychiatrists diagnosis is clear
and the beast inside is starting to tick... Captain Hooks Crocodile is near

The Glock 9 that I'm grippin could start a bonfire.. I'll hog tie ya division
A dogfighter w/ SWAT sniper precision; my strong right'd make God cry in submission
W/ shots primed to go online in an instant, put the pistol-grip to ya neck
Rippin into ya flesh; the grimmest picture of Death's sickle swingin in synergistic effect
Constructin your fate w/ multiple blades I culled from the Ancients
Approach your city carryin the skulls of the vanquished like the hull of a slave ship
Summon the strength of Goliath.. hit like a Congo viper hocking saliva
Somalian pirate in the wake of Poseidon, my optical fibers like an Oculus visor
A locust swarmin out the lotus blossom, the wrong one to go to war w/
Ronin swordsman in cloaking armor like a Trojan horse full of Roman Spartans
A polar storm shiftin the global orbit, reached the pinnacle of lethal cynosure
My genes're sinister.. DNA print reads as genius literature w/ Nietzsche's signature
Brain fires impulses from pilot's controls.. process data w/ dire results
My mind make a diamond corrode; to write what I know'd leave you white as a ghost
Or w/ Meyer syndrome.. I'm Einstein if he wired his skull to a nitrogen bulb
A dynamo clone in a scientist's coat, deciphering rows of binary code

I'll take a fictional setting and rake the thistle and webbing
Nabatean idioms reckoned I'd face a zillion legends
To skate the literal tempests - my ancient friends wouldn't mention
Inept friars, protect ya neck fibers when I'm raving to GZA with clenched fists
Let's make it simple as Reddit; if Para & Saber's gripping the weapon
you're off to a rocky start boxin' with the old guard like Mason Dixon's obsession
Just taste the venom, accept it - Pagan riddles erected
If Kano's kissing your empress, each page is visual leverage
RESPECT my team. We ain't your average Aretha Franklin nipple suppressors
We came to give you a lesson, a statement issued to enrich or triple investments
Overhaulin' with no balls - couldn't even scrape the Michelin's melon
I'm eight parts phalanx, nine percent gold digger
Five percent 5-Percenter, cypher set stone slinger
Prescribing final deaths to idle lines of vets, no zingers
cause V's an unsympathetic, isometric cybersect CoHpe stickler
Megatron rebuilt by Chevy, the system's not gonna fall
The cinderblocks in my palms had Liston droppin' his jaws
Enough subtle teasing. No longer preachin' to Priory's
A fuckin' beast when I'm writing these on eternal scrolls of summer evening ivory
Another creature entirely with another creature inside of me

Sini
 

Before the worlds collide ……


Night and day, Miss mezzaluna overlapping Her relatives
golden crescent half-cousins, Solaris' spastic development
dramatic, intelligent, red hair, flaring fiery as dusk,
Evil archangel God's children secretly lust ..
a media plug that even rumors & conspiracies trust -
so when she died, all of humankind was equally crushed.
the peaceful, the lush, soft grass, imagine it's vibrance,
where only babbling brooks could break a natural silence.
static eruption, brainstem buzzing, practically mindless
The beaten path of a pathogen programming its' virus,
projected demon - white plaster walls & holograms of Osiris
Phantom in a Peacoat, staged theatric disguises,
waterfall rock-walls, moss-coated, scattering cypress
robotic arms, solar charged automatic devices;
hands outstretched in a bow, tipped top-hats to your Highness
it's all downhill once a pattern arises..
if magic is priceless, physics fall into poverty,
cuz hope & prayer are the dominating modern commodities,
mysteries, unanswered crimes, such obvious oddities
like documenting laws to govern art or philosophy
balance primal id, instinctive ties, & hostile monogamy
constructing sandcastle properties for blossoming colonies,
divine apotheosis, known apostles of Socrates
Visible to the naked eye but not in photography.
a solid anomaly to spice the moment, stuck in this madness
purgatorial plateau between His dungeon and palace,
scales go bloody red when measuring our functional status,
it only takes a single shift to suddenly vanish -
there's another world around us, hidden under the magnets
where all emotional reactions trigger colorful flashes,
spectral seas, tsunami waves, a stunning abstraction
Chinese new year celebration in the lungs of a dragon ..
Voluptuous passions, shadowboxing candle reflections,
using liquor as a trojan horse to battle depression.
live every moment for it's imperfections, casual tension
and the adolescent pleasure of a vaginal entrance.
past or the present? take a sec to answer the question,
then summarize your reason in one accurate sentence.
evidence is clear - the human, sadness-dependent,
using history as a crutch to mask a lack of progression.
molasses black apparitions, Hades' shadowy henchmen
evaluate our mental state through telepathic assessments ;
reality's destined .. Etherealness is a practiced emergence
to transcend atomic bonding at it's tangible surface -
there's no man behind the curtain, no infallible purpose,
though we're not alone .. trust me, i'm a rational person.
gas matter resurges, transparent window locked from inside,
we've been dead since the minute we were oxygenized.
there's a faraway kingdom where apocalypse thrives,
promoting dollar beer specials & a positive vibe ..
Minds fry at early ages, but their bodies survive
it's never been so strangely clear ..

we've gotta collide.

Pillared beams of sun, burning purgatorial flames
dance through the bark - he faces this immemorial claim
eternal recluse; his smile morphs into a vernal salute
ode to Spring. Mr. Chevalier ties this luring, murmuring noose
he climbs slowly, then reckons with the length of his rope
this Last Judgement's fluttering veil...questioning the strength of his hope
the drifting snow: monochromatic crystals blanketing bliss
as an earsplitting tempest - shrieks suddenly in this baffling mist
...it rises with his breath's imperceptible, gradual hiss.
Behold! The disquieting splendor of this heavenly aspect
Portends an unknown. Cosmic malevolence beckoning madness
...he leaps, learning the depth of a second's compactness -

Float.

He notes each transcendent geometry suspended in space
as every single belief he ever held commences to break
the veracious precision of life: immense is its face
and Jean-Paul Chevalier recognizes - he can amend his mistakes
sensing Adelaide rocking nearby as she ascends into flakes
she's swinging softly. A gentle otherworldly pendulum's trace, when suddenly -
a horde of spirits sinister announce their menacing wake.
Stretched shadows hum a rising, barren melody great
the eerie tune blooms - all meaning and mystery bellowing grace...
a sudden, searing white light.
The branch breaks! Sprawled, he deals with this murderous pounding
the vortex of death's gate: he hears its call and its murmurous soundings...
pulled toward this venerable portal's endless, beckoning call
he sees the field - charged with an esoteric, blessed morale.
Adelaide swings...his dead daughter leaves his senses appalled
her emaciated face rasps a darkened, semi-sentient drawl
ring-like, she draws near. Panicking, Jean presently crawls
to the wood's edge. It's somehow...so forged; evanescent, egregious
these spirits and his daughter gone - the tension increases
a field of roses! He and Adelaide shared laughs in this sumptuous terra
its beauty's intensity rises, and he's consumed by an encompassing terror
memories blend with landscape, and all presumptuous error
growing at a distance - he sees the pupiled abyss of God's functioning sclera
this searing light takes him again...witness his climb and ascent
preacher of madness; creature of habits...mind of a saint.
Here's the wretched, beautiful view at the height of his zen:
Wraiths surround him, their socketed eyes ladeling flesh
Adelaide, smiling wickedly grabs the nape of his neck
In that terrifying moment...Jean reels during their savage rapport,
face contorted, she's screaming "I love you Dad" in a roar...
four of his vertebrae shattered, all of these mighty sentiments reel
...and Jean-Paul hangs. Finally finished in this desolate field.

“When empty space is all that's left, let the void be filled.”


well, the best it can manage.

so,

yo,


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…… It's Gawd, Allah, the next'a kin - a past-unanimous branding, all been scarred upon His melanin .. oh yes, the martian's got a membership,
would-be the martyr prophet legends sing, yet when I start to chalk the message in? Christ'll rob it for glory & claim he marked the blotted penmanship -
then he'll die again denying that his karma got the best of him ………
that's why:
These carbon copy residents can gargle cocks 4 president, I'm still the sargeant known for carving marble rocks with metal fists,
an artist not to meddle with. yall can spawn the outer layer, go & bargain shop for eloquence .. but the quest itself's retarded, ain't no mall to cop intelligence!
it's hard to mock this fella's gift, a militant soul of wisdom .. the visions was so persistant, that i stitched up six infinities bridging the solar systems;
a sickening flow precision, kid that visited rogues in prisons, blood-etched sketches exhchanged, as pictographs depicted a global mission..
a glistening throne existed once, I'd sit with a robed magician .. Next to hell, flames blackening, yet living a cold existance ……
A pit in the snow, imprisoned in the brilliance of hope arisen, held triple 9 mm.'s to the prisms of holy christians,
..diggin a hole to piss in, the pilgrim, track forests & paths lost, backfired the mechanical nazareth with nada more than hacksaw,
a Lord with a glass jaw..but when swordsman attacks fall, the highest titans of my time would absorb it & back off!
in morgues with a black shawl, suited up, boxing with tyson's folks; eye contact lapses witnesses to shock in a frightening jolt -
had my irises lined with twice as many watts as a lightning bolt!
copped every model of microscope, now those astrologists like the flow .. live life abiding by a manuscript the Gods of the Mayans wrote,
so Novices might just choke, used my mind's eye to fry an ommelete with whitened toast, then run up to grapple the last apostle n‘ slice his throat!
the drops is described as "GOAT", Blacketh overlooks planets uncharted .. instantly branded the hardest, once I left the last tyrannosaurus cast in a tarpit,
ravish the harvest, let inhabants starve then drag around half of the carcusses back to the lab, extracted fragments stashed in the carpet ……
follow paths in the darkness, breeze by ya legion of fake cats .. walk a week straight, 8th day breaks, i'm asleep in a haystack;
breathin a gray black, smoke's catchin up, i need to evade that ..
given father saturn such a reason to hate, that clouds now follow where i travel & they freeze when I make camp!
most keying up lame raps, kids be rockin the spits frail .. so ya whore read sex stories, while my cock in the bitch tale -
jump to pond from a ship's sail, dove in goddesses, mahogany pigtails; and used poseidons tridant allthewhile for choppin up fishscale!
the prophet that kings hail, shine brighter than fair days. knives to write, python fang aligned, decipher the airwaves,
stride inside of a bear cave, had the hide of his hair shaved..hang the bloody skins, dry 'em out with just a lighter & hairspray!
flyin' higher than airplanes, sword bends low, the endo & weed smoke captures me .. then i rapidly mastered fu jukendo in zero gravity,
got murder counts, scenes indecent, nuff to resemble an emo's fantasy.
in benzos with C-notes strapped to me, still don't let no amigos hassle me..so much beef, its off the wall, like echoes in meatloaf factories,
……We PbP, plus the some extra leftover EO family……
Men of metal that gleam so placidly, flash & see 'em burn n' melt to ashes .. it's the return of Hellsing, faggots.
us 5, patrol the site without no verbal help from admins, so we ‘run this shit’ .. while yall ‘cant even start a light jog’ like ‘nocturnal health fanatics’……
infernos shelfed schematics, galactics shoved to the cornerstone; once again I summon the sword of poem, crowned a prince of the writtens 'til i swung it up toward the throne,
cut jugular cords with chrome, leave nothin but gore n bone, when He collapsed , i adapted as the covenant's lord alone …
The son of a force unkown, was re-birthed in enchanted light .. so observe as the tactics strike,
reversin the axis, might just turn the tide straight down to quench my thirst in the afterlife,
verbals'll crack the mic, among crowds, standin out just like a bergundy patch on white..
grab conservatives, stab em twice, unearths my version of catholic's christ ..He whom prays in burning churches with the virgin hermaphrodite!
still lurk in a castle, white, where urban kids have to fight .. they'll crack ya jaws on the pavement, call it curbin ya appetite;
the servant of ashen knights, all perched with a jagged knife. the day i bowed down to they power was the permanent sacrifice ……
i was searchin for answers, hikin' through it all, Godless .. met men in uniform on unicorns who drooled & talked nonsense,
Disproving all concepts, eyed a shine, drew close, then I moved & saw bronzes .. gold, silver radiation, flanked a unabomb cartridge..
dig the human thought process: black acid, n substance, gas-lined to dynomite, ignites traumatic combustion;
like volcanic eruptions, the cracks & concussions can self-compress to gravel at a hat's drop, then vanish to nothin,
must be magic or somethin, but when blacketh is bustin .. it turns present tense sentences to passive discussions,
so from spanish to russian, my mechanics demonstrate immaculate functions, trail markers left as relics beckoning each path to destruction..
a bastid, corrupted, flick spikes & samoan darts, kick up shit til you idiots get hyper than joan of arc,
twin vipers n' polar sharks swim right to ya vocals, sharp - replace ya eyes with a pair of trick dice & a joker's card!
this writin, the dopest art; all scrawled in grenade pencils, white hot flames to the page, then I started to blaze mentals,
charcoal to trace stencils, the author & aged rebel .. translate words to advanced lit in the earliest sanskrit from the walls of the Jade Temple,
armor of gray metal, heartbeatin with the speed of pure aqua, body temperature turning up the heat of your sauna,
.. or premature lava, understand, i'm STILL speakin for allah, from the slums of my hometown to the streets of nirvana!
so please, if you wanna - step to get thrown in fifty coffins, each a seperate limb, hymns, yo i'm known to rip these often,
the flow is sickly, watch this: they all stand to it, then i blow n kid's knees soften; shit'll buckle up quicker than a motorist precaution,
from the low abyss, it's awesome how a glimpse of the essence can terrorize these bitches in seconds,
use primitive weapons, words and mind, then they mimiced the presence .. now viewing most writtens been like clicking on a crystal reflection,
each myth is a lesson, all concluding and the ending point that Disc is legend.
that next level invaded, guess i've risen from heaven, swoop like vultures every now and then to take my pick of the peasants,
then i'm strippin the flesh n‘ find nothing within .. resort to explosive, last hand grenade stuck in the pin;
then they bludgeon the wings, fall to ground helpless, aint no love to begin, guess i made it full-circle, passion been runnin too thin.
pour up rum n' the gin, commit a couple'a sins .. then on my death day, make ready for the coming of Grim,
cuz when somethin existed, it can suddenly dim .. that's why all your praise on my writing is now dust in the wind.
it wasn't to win .. not to be the best in this cypher shit, it's just another stepping stone that drove my quest for enlightenment,
so I guess that it's time to quit, the message is dried n' ripped.. claimed the throne on my own, now to let the messiah sit,
left the measurments twice as thick, no use tryna stretch time, or to wet it & light the wick .. it's best to just flicker out, leave methods to die, then split ……
there's still venomous lines to spit, so this next generation had better ignite the script .. cuz yo,

it's a lot harder than it looks to get ya veteran licenses.


mark 'em.

I bucket 'til the drumstick.. that's KFC
The .40 give 'em whiplash.. that ain't even breakneck speeds
Big dong swingin at my knees like a bowling pin
& my nuts're Double Trouble, nicknamed my ballsack the Olsen Twins
I brought a knife that'll Bobby Flay ya.. all my lines is Versace-tailored
Only play w/ them dollar signs 'cause I wake up on auto-grind like a coffee maker
Fuck a shotty, I'll pull pistols.. there's just somethin about cocking a full nickle
You on the corner w/ ya ass clenched, while 'Boris w/ a bad bitch.. no Rocky & Bullwinkle
The zen killer.. you a comedy act; Ben Stiller
The left put you on ice, no warm fuzzy feelings.. that's a Chin chilla
I let my chrome set the tone like a metronome
The gat in your face & my finger got the Reaction to spray like Kenneth Cole's men's cologne
Twist you up like pretzel dough & scream on 'em like a megaphone
Scream on 'em like an Ethiopian w/ Tourette syndrome standin next to Joe at a metal show
Keep a clip by the dresser.. got P90's equipped w/ suppressors
Beam'll aim & this heat exchange turn you to liquid like a mixing condenser
My straight right feared.. my left wrapped around the gauge like earlobes
Keep somethin large by the waist that go hard in the paint like clear coat
I strangle the game.. you on that sucka shit, my bankroll's insane
You sellin crack while I went back to get my Master's like Django Unchained
a Russian marksman when trouble startin; duct tape on the double cartridge
Get pistol-whipped off the buckle harness, smackin ya face w/ the serial like Uncle Martin
My Glock's untamed & I ain't w/ the frontin.. not today
Catch you outta pocket & get called on audible when my shotgun play
You even talk, the gat gets drawn. Turn ya whole block to Babylon.
Boy cross that line, you gon' see body parts fly... like dropping an atom bomb
Ya'll faker than Halloween blood.. this 9mm holdin factory slugs
My weapons're knockouts; even the chopper got a sharp hook like a grappling gun
Hold heat like Cyclops shades, give you a high-top fade w/ Psylocke's blade
Talk shit, I'm cookin Pan w/ that cold metal - that's how you icebox Cake
Ya crew sweet as pie.. I got rounds that cost a hundred a slug
No pre-heat when I roll up on your boysenberry y'all fruitcakes under the crust
The fade rough.. get straight cut; that's a hard part
Coke cookin up, I walk around w/ my nose fulla dust; that's an aardvark
Have ya fam sleepin 20,000 leagues deep; I'm talkin tidal explosions
Only Delta waves they'll be feeling's when I crash their fucking flight in the ocean
I got the game in a Gracie hold - this bitch in Cruise control like Katie Holmes
Catch me in the street, masked up w/ them shells; that's Casey Jones
I got your crack fiend Trap Queen in my kitchen whippin the hardest
I had to introduce her to my stove 'cause that bitch's retarded
OG status.. the hype's infectious when ya'll see these bars smash
I'm certified from breathin life into these dummies, no CPR class
been itchin to pounce shit, u'd see fists to a mouth splits;
get bruised & left w/ more hook marks than the riddlers outfit
We click pistols.. silencer on the 9, getcha shit riddled
Guns & butter; potato on the biscuit, that's a McGriddle
don't see competition, just a buncha noobs I'm running through
Game recognize game; I feel like Jayceon Taylor staring at a buck, confused
open season.. I'm loadin pieces w/ red dots & homing beacons
You claim presidential, but no one fucking knows who you are like Grover Cleveland
My psyche's fucked.. put ya whole team on ice; Mighty Ducks
That 40 ringing on your block like the ice cream truck
Talk is cheap.. I'm on that God degree like divinity school
Carve a figure-eight in ya fuckin throat & watch your blood infinity pool
Crime business, no eye witness.. shots roar when I stretch the metal
Burner up in the briefcase, your whole top floor can get the memo
Shit's feelin like Dawn of the Dead, I was gone 'til November
But the champ's back; you faggots don't deserve an honorable mention
& I constantly pressure any opponent w/ a flawless offensive
King of the division, watch as every head in the tournament's severed
A thoroughbred born in the trenches w/ the strongest genetics
It ain't just a dominant gesture when I slaughter contenders like Conor McGregor
Bags wanna be Bronsolino.. I was finna chill, but fuck it, I'm gone
Oh, you like Action? Figures.. 'cause you play w/ 'em in the tub at ya mom's
My big homie chefin a lot, baking soda next to the kettle w/ rocks
Dog, ya name's Constrikta & you can't even wrap ya head around gettin a job
Aero can get it too.. the RPG I'm totin'll blast you out of ya home
Only Wall Street you'll see is the entire fuckin front of your house in the road
Shotty by the waist, I ain't fuckin w/ them tranquilizers
Talk shit & Big Poppa Pump flyin off the buckle like a Frankensteiner
Peep the highroller steez.. pyrokinesis, I'm a psycho unleashed
Keep a nine holstered, plus that chopper in the car like a Micro Machine
'm sealing ya fate.. Achilles heel, I'm really real; you a play gangster
We'll only see Chin strap when I fade him ear-to-ear w/ a straight razor
An immovable boss.. drive-by's & funeral plots
Catch me hangin out the whip w/ two pipes, no dual exhaust
My right gun's a Peacemaker, my left gun's a big chopper
I'm a lead dumper, wig shopper.. that's a head hunter; witch doctor
girl's a foul ho.. bitch goin down slow like the Dow Jones
Knock her mouth hole out cold, Head bangin off the buckle like Al Snow
Python strangler.. rearrange your atoms like an ion chamber
The iron banger put your feet by your head like a Lion Tamer
Straight head shots.. you talk wreckless, we bang them Glocks
& I put that shit on everything like Frank's Red Hot
Riot pump.. I'm in the streets like scare tactics & tear gas canisters
Mobbin on sets, plus the chopper on deck like an aircraft carrier
Your ass owe me money, I'm in your living room w/ the snub to ya jaw
Have your bitch screamin, "D-d-do-do you have it?!" right before I put your GUTS on the wall
Too many clones that found a name.. s'why I'm stayin out the game
Bunch'a Samuel L. Jackson ass niggas, all these "motherfuckas" sound the same
My swag lives forever.. keep the mask & Beretta w/ a flaskful of Devil's Cut
Plus, the strap where the weapon's hung got more rounds than Allen from Metal Slug

The Hammer loose & ringing,
Im bangin Superwomen. Orc got a Madam moving with him from Japan & two in Yemen
Ya man is stupid with 'em, & I stay switchin up that Bank Role like Janet Hubert-Whitten
Fuck a Bar I'ma grip Chrome
The hardest with Brimstone & u'll be Rolling if I Start Running like the Car in the Flinstones
Got Barbies banged.. & necks will get clocked bruh. My set is a Monster with Bacardi plans
I'm a Party man. U hardly BLAM! Have ya crew screamin 'GET TO THE CHOPPER' like Arnie Fans
In lamens I'm too fly. Insane with the moves guy, flow like Rain in a Blue Sky
I'd play Five Finger Roullete with the Blade of Battousai after a Table of Moonshine
There's no Revival, I'm the ONLY Rival. My techs move in haste n' by stealth
Fuck a Broken Idol, I wrote the Bible after Coke & Five Pills then Excommunicated myself
Let the ruckus flow: U going where the Dead Heading
I'm cooking dope - was at the Red Wedding during the Head Wetting & told Roose Bolton to fuck a goat
You'll never be witnessed with a pen of just mishits
don't needta *Slow It Down.* U need every rap slogan that ever existed plus one Helllll of a wish list
Duck if you step cuz Im fucked in the head, don't let the hole in it spook ya
I'd play Russian Roulette covered in Lead with a Loaded Bazooka after a Bowl of Sambucha
THIS man a Beast!? Fantasy.
I'm an evil Lord -- you a Keebler Dwarf with a bland physique
The heaters off: I'd squeeze n' torch a Ouija board 'til even Satan can't stand the Heat
You ain't got the Bones to speak. I'm the Coldest Priest, roaming streets ina Robe of Meat
I stole the Golden Fleece from a Roman Fleet all because I was Trolling Geeks while Cold in Greece
Im getting it now, Burden is cute.. taking Virgins in groups like Suburbias loose
Murderous too. Trust if 'my Heads in the Clouds' I'm conversing w/ Zeus over a Bourbon or two
I'm the Wordsmith on a Molly with hammer fist blows
.... ''Now you're First to Get this Body'' like what Adam was told when God was handling dough
It's quicksand when this bastard comes through,
I'll Master a coup. Disastrous dude. I once touched MC Hammer mid dance with HIS hand
They need a Banner all in red or a Camera on my head for putting an extravaganza on in text
Bars are soft as hell; you listen to Alanis Morissete both in the car and on cassette
I bring a Hammer for the set. Your Arms small, that's a Tyrannosaurus Rex
I'm totin' blammers that'd ghost Bin Laden, acting so Aladdin in a Sire's turban
I'm toasting Stalin in Copenhagen; the Iron Curtain's supplying Burden:
You're welcome for the fire wording
Orc's pensive with wordplay, armed with a Kenshin Reverse-Blade that'll leave heads a group
Did I mention that Burd's great? The penmanship's first rate....
I'm a Poltergeist of Walter White in an incredible crew that's set up to shoot
The caustic type with irreverent views. My dick Elephant huge.
I'm like Bob Marley. The Don Yardie.
No, wait.. I'm Tom Hardy. That's a Legend to you (in one helllll of a suit)
I'll turn up to ya Mom's party and be both clever and cute in my finest pair of leopard print shoes
I'm every gal's weakness; they leak fluid. This man's penis has its own beat to it --
Trust when I'm in the streets moving they play Val Venis' theme music.
& I take a Barbarian Selfie,
Ur manner is soft: when the Hammer is wrought, know the carrions plenty
Danaerys man will get offed... #NodisrespecttoBarristanSelmy
I'm Bombing so stay where da range is; this meth head'll be left black
It's common to have the Clay make u famous. I'm talking Celebrity Deathmatch
We know Ozil. I'm so real that when I type hymens move, it's light shit too
U vs Bison moves: U couldn't be Klose to a legend & I score more times than dude
The poll shows u nice w/ the Mentions? we'll see when the Wessons clear
U'll take a slide ina second. Now ya girl be Raiden the legend & we ain't talkn Metal Gear
Hollows don't knock twice. I'm a mad ripped Brad Pitt, bitches wanna swallow the cock right
You ain't THAT kid, SAVAGE. if Man get his Sack gripped... it's followed by ''Cough Twice''
I'm the Martyr of War. The heart of a Brawl.. leave man rabid & in parts on the floor
The rap addict, grab ya nan's Black wig 'Fly thru the air & take a Stab at it'.. no Darts in a Board
U trying to shoot often? Dude stop it. You'll die if you do cock it & lie ina Blue coffin
Wana lose ya Health. Well.. then Suit Yaself & we ain't talking Buying a New Closet
This bastards gay.. yo I ain't evil, I'm Hot. The feeble will rot with dreams of the top
Since u passed away, ya girl cut my pic & Masturbate -- they call me the Cream of the Crop
Ya girl love my wording as well. She said you nervous as hell
Ur Caucasian. No.. I said your Cock Asian, it whispers ''Sorry Father, I failed u'' & tries to murder itself
I'm the sickest Head, you'll be lifted dead. Orc's Heracles when the Herald speaks
I'll put an end to this Chicken Head.. & we ain't talking Preparing Feasts or Tearing Meat
U'll lay broken in defeat n' opened in the street. U emboldened w. retreat but it's dead wrong
I'll choke him in his sleep.. dump the body & Have him 'Rolling in the Deep' like Adelles song
It's the Tsar with these quotes, I'll rip apart a Hero just to arm the Heat scope
Sparkkk til he's smoke. Mark the beast's throat.
How this Spar gone be dope?! it's ORC vs Darker Ego times every Bar that he's Wrote
I'm at Benihana with ya Baby Momma dressed as Master Chief in Heavy Armour
I SHOULD clip the snaggle-teeth Manatee witha magazine...
...but fuuuck it I'm a steady charmer
This is Big Baby gone mad, man's killed in a second when the FINISH HIM beckons
The Switchblade is on hand but the Kick game is Hwoarang if we bringing that Tekken
I'm in Vegas sippin' with a thot like Mel B
Insane at spitting, my veins are different
As hotttt as Hell be.
Man like Thomas Shelby with the Razor hidden & the Gauge for gripping
Praise the women; I'm stillll stronger than Killmonger with the Double Blades
I've been Heel longer than a Summer day but my Steel somber as a Judges wake
The GOD flows sick: I'll bring all manner of pain like Sandor Clegane the sickest version
I had the hollows picked.. but you 'already got those Tips' when I fixed your wording
This is BANANAS... The clip too. Got the Hammer equipped to damage the kids crew
You'd need Ravishing Rick Rude, a Panther, a Schitzu, a Gat and like Six dudes just to FATHOM the slick moves
The fandom's legit, true. How sick can a kid be!? Vicious & filthy when moving the right hand
A Shooter with nice tan, even Richard Kuklinski wish he could pinch me, I'm cooler than Iceman

Whether you argue religion conceived us the world that we have
or particle fission as heat and inertia react.
The earth was a mass of violent components
its world uninhabitable by life as we know it.
Ions and protons were fast to generate
a seismic commotion of atmospheric change.
The planetary state reached an extraordinary level
as its recalescent rage meant no water could settle.
The core drawing in metals the planet would need,
but volcanic storms were essential as gas was released.
A gradual easing of temperature meant
rainfall began to increase in torrential descent.
Millennia’s spent as beads then broke from the skies
until the weather relented, leaving ocean’s behind.
These components combined and a new cycle dawned
as we reached a moment in time where life was formed.
Tiny spores of algae hold bold significance -
They provide our orb oxygen through photosynthesis.
A host of primitive flora expand
on their own initiative from water to land.
Early forms of a cyanobacteria constantly merging
in a primordial tapestry of symbiotic convergence.
With oxygen, Earth became more tenantable still
but lots of our early ancestors would be killed.
It lead up to us building on the features that we had
with the necessary skills life needed to adapt.
From seas onto the land, cartilage tissue to bone,
our feet becoming hands as we continued to grow.
Amphibians honing flight as natural selection endeavoured
with the proto-wings that we owned developing feathers.
To weather the elements, fur replaced some scales,
our genetic antecedents balanced weight on tails.
Bipedal traits prevail, we rise up to stand,
as this change unveils an untying of hands.
Our reach rightly expands, along with the girth of our legs,
the arrival of mammals sees births without eggs.
Nature and nurture commence in perfect accord
simians turn into ‘men’ in our earliest form.
Learning to talk helps communication increase
as words replace drawings, we’re able to read.
The attainment of speech was a masterful step
in our brains engineering no other animals met.
With language invented through use of our brains
man had ascended the evolutionary chain.
Us humans created; shaping in time
tools of the trade to aid in our lives.
These basic designs would lead to the usage
of our daily devices, touchscreens and computers.
Our need for ‘improvement’ defied thermodynamics,
leaving the blueprint that Earth had established.
Now we’re usurping the planet of its natural resources
preserving our habitats not a matter of importance.
But what happens when it’s all been brought up from the ground
the vast sums are exhausted and a shortage is pronounced?
We can’t afford to live without it by the time this occurs
a nuclear war is what’s announced and we fight for reserves.
As missiles are returned, our own extinction’s a viable path,
our survival on Earth threatened by the enquiring of man.
We’re so blind to this fact that we can’t even see
we’ve paradise in our grasp, yet it’s never seemed so far from our reach…

~


primordial depth where lava lamps are nature derived
molten magma. subterranean, the crater's alive
swordfish dual at 7 sharp. that's 20 paces a side
win or lose, the centrifuge replies. creating a tide
waterworld. water colors washing watery portraits
water molecules, water wings and water resorts
there were giants, mighty giants. mythological forces
built the water temple navi explored. but not anymore
it waned the day my father died. lord of the sea
sultan of stream, warship emperor, controlling regimes
urchins and cuttlefish. green leaflets, algae and moss
pre-prototypical. drafting Machiavellian laws
iron fist, coral amethyst. a palace of gold
my dad. the Elemental One who swam in the cove
spanning globally, a balance, oceanic repose
air in the bubble, fire in the belly, land in a row
shallow and cold. waves overlapping. peak to plateau
watched him decompose like glaciers into sparkling snow
a giant, mighty giant. only one of his kind
i was a blip, but a set of scales, floating awry
it was time. a prophesy filled. duty, honor and will
a kingdom fallen. merging with his counterpartners to build
dark and still. pitch as night. seems their job was complete
and to think, they did it all within the span of a week -
pharaoh Aqua. Akhbar waterway, my lineage pure
a set of sacrifices leading to your sense of assurance
developmental evolution. live bacterial worms
intermediate earth - tree trunks, amoeba and germs
4 twin brothers who always worked in conjunction
heat, soil and oxygen in surface eruptions
it was complete. they could unify. transcend the beyond
giving way to existential theory centuries on
i remember his expression as he looked at us all
for the very first time. and he sang us a song
his dialect was wavelength and molecular bond
harmonizing hurricanes to make his kingdom dissolve
it was freedom and loss. tragedy. the birth of a star
before he turned to stone, my father took a seed in his palm
raised it past the breaking point from under the sea
so his brothers could see. Life where there was nothing, believe
below a hundred degrees, synergistic alignment
King Triton's monument island, before existence was science
they were giants, mighty giants. the creators, the myth
architects and artists. palm trees, temperature shifts
for all their kids. we swim along and savor today
waiting patiently until it's washed away ..

Zygote
 

.....

Dear Julius,

brick by brick, wall by wall, the empire is rebuilt, eyes narrow like a constricted maze
got our livin slaves switchin pace, cuz they're scared of thee and his vindictive claims
we are the modern day romans, an aristocrat society, belying thee which lies beneath
our lively streets, no facts or reasons, so I'm askin the pharoahs how to lead the dynasty
keep your friends close, the enemies distant, cure the sick at a remedies instant
keep the bazaars apart, the guards at arms, and if they die? keep the identities missin
confuse the townfolk, drown hope with a thousand boats, but watch out for rising rings
when you're the finest king, they'll stop at nothin to line your sinks and find your drinks
be built on warfare with a temperant, brush your queens head with horse hair omnipetence
court heirs and sentence them, till you see them fucked while the whores stare in lividness
watch out for tribes of rebellion, knives of assailants, for there is a price tag on your head
they will kill the dream with the guillotines and the high axe to your neck, hows that for effect?
you should fear the omnious violence, all the spears and obvious riots, weird but calmin in silence
let others do your deeds, remember to wash your hands of blood with the spirit of ponitus pilot
and let the noises drown while the ambience rises, start a militia filled with fathers and sinners
an imcompenent mixture of astonishing figues, but play along with the winners with prominent glimmer
let you speak of no danger, live in the sky palace with the wings of an angel, believe in the angles
the people are lethal and need you to dangle, and want to poison your senses like ink to the nasals
spread across vast parts of a nation, act heartless and racist, then reflect in cracked armor and braces
but if you lack karma and patience, then you will be one of the few kings to grasp dramas with basis
be aware of gold horses and less rich, but also think before you decide to force corpses to death's den
assort sources and let spin, be cautious of the plagues of rage and the storms coursin to test this
watch out for your time's Robin Hood, a rival for the lesser, keep your disciples with your septers
so lie first then accept terms, and don't dare deny Christianity if there is a bible in your dressers
and King....you know that you should believe in swords that'll peel your leagues of sorcerers yield
Kill wack troops, wield staffs through, build statues, make sure to do it with reinforcements of steel
be as soft as musicians, but see in your luck like karmas magicians, leave your name carved in a victim
start with a grimace, then behold the power of the youth and raise them up like the Spartan traditions
watch the fam who hope to damn your limbs, the same who just stand and choke your manly glimpse
Stamp your notes with candle lit, and last but not least, watch out for the man who wrote this manuscript


Signed,

Brutus

A mother's natural aura which motioned towards the oceans of FLORA and FAWNER
cured blue hued skin adorned her with fine emulsion poured PURER than WATER
she emotion's author, within scriptures written PICTURES containing EMPATHY
the late entity Decay she slayed with enmity, so Death IS-HER remaining ENEMY
with the energy of an infinity, her affinity was with the ABILITY to REASON
a beckon of hope with thoughts to provoke the TRANQUILITY through SEASONS
fertility and freedom reminiscent of Eden, a content DEITY roams OMNIPRESENT
all events seen by the higher being her peacock eyes DIVINELY glow IRIDESCENT
incandescent flames irradiate the sky's clear, petals PERMEATE the ATMOSPHERE
flocks fly near opals in her hair as ethereal smoke CIRCULATES her HEMISPHERE
only fear is the reaper's leer, so despairs if Grimm appears SNEERING at LIFE
she is where eagles dare to rear wings flared out for STEERING with FLIGHT
trails of kites soaring as butterflies fly alluring her ATTRACTIVELY fine FIGURE
the magic she wizards summons suns, thunder hums, storms ACTIVELY might TRIGGER
as lightning glitters and a mountain jitters at a flicker of her FINGER'S SNAP
bringer of spring, summer's summoner, autumn's dawn meets where WINTER WRAPS
perhaps its the array of rainbows that encapsulate making her POWER so GREAT
hours she takes to manipulate the flow of time, changing FLOWERS growth RATES
yet Death forever waits, ready to rape lady nature, steal AWAY her VIRGINITY
that'll be a Grimm day indeed, but she wont ever let him TAKE her DIVINITY
"It's him or me" she decreed, all she needed was the OPPORTUNITY to AMBUSH
pushed into a game of odds the warring gods had IMPUNITY rule HANDBOOKS
so she looked on page one and at once her face gazed DAZED and IN-AMAZEMENT
the tomb read: "both sides can be ravaged and RAISED for ENTERTAINMENT"
"but any atonement is measurement upon the torment you've CAUSED the OTHER"
she closed the cover, smothered her mouth and uttered "of COURSE... its TOUGHER"
out our mother's eyes rivers raced tears teeming with life's CURRENT FLOW
her nest of feathers blow in the wind, though not one of her SERVANTS CROW
as rows of her fine silk robe rolls behind her, goes LOOSELY in THE BREEZE
with much ease eternal rest's cold sneeze would PROFUSELY make HER FREEZE
she receives a seize from 'The Dark Deceased' which reads: "HAIL the BEAST!"
Today feast, for like us you'll rest in peace, pieced apart by TAILS and TEETH
in 1 week" she shrieks, as its thrown to the feet she UNSHEATHES A-WEAPON
laced in a venom she threatens "I will erase this cretin!" with SEETHED AGGRESSION
now all questioned her with "is this really our holy matron, the PATRON SAINT?"
her state turns hate, all of her vibrant color laid about as STREWN PAINT
now a feint shell of what her awakened self knew, no longer SHAKEN by RULES
all her love taken, nature is forsaken so she rides 4 KRAKENS like MULES
fueled by rage to duel a dark mage in his caged off FORTRESS across OCEANS
fought his court's immortal demon hordes in the dark FOREST of lost POTIONS
with no notions of stopping she was dropping every Orc and GOBLIN in SIGHT
ogre's rocking boulders couldn't hold her, the heart she holds THROBBING to FIGHT
hobbling light robbed creatures squabbling with gnarled FEATURES ADVANCES
she stances with her animal army clans clad in talons, FEATHERS AND LANCES
glancing the field, unwilling to yield she SIGNALS the ELITE AVIAN GUARD
out charged her squawking squads as war EAGLES formed A-FLEET AND-BOMBARD
bombs fall hard but this lands evil army stands to demand AERIAL VICTIMS
picking flesh and skin off any downed bird living, they WERE-REAL CHICKEN
but she wont give-in, as chaos begins to ensue, who stood the GATE KEEPER?
It was Mr.Grimm Reaper a heavily guarded creature, the Demon's GREAT LEADER
deeper in the pack than dared reached, yet she heard how BOLDLY he PREACHED
"Hail The Beast! at least you have reached, now I'll rest your BODY in PEACE"
suddenly she got dragged by a daggered Lich who stabbed her LOWER OBLIQUES
couldn't speak at first, just silent cursed then fell down ON-HER OWN-KNEES
at its belated defeat she rises to her feet and mutters "My SISTERS, BROTHERS
sons, daughters and others. This is likely my last orders, please LISTEN-TO MOTHER
'Atonement is measured upon the torment'" stammers out her last WORDS UTTER
"... caused by the other...". "Yes, a last breath!" death musters at her pale TURNED COLORS
"A rare soul for me to ensnare" but now all glared stares HOVER to-this STRANGER
they all turned to see death was only an amalgamate of MOTHER'S truest NATURE

I keep having this dream.....

I'm walking down this long hallway. It is dark but has dim lighting, I can't really tell. It feels like a dream, but my sub conscience wont allow me to make that decision. I believe It's real. This hallway never seems to end.
The walls are in a color I cant quite make out. It's red and blackish but also not. It is not a color I have ever seen before but it feels to surreal to distinguish.
maybe it's a dark burgundy. Maybe not.
I'm walking down this hallway and notice a statue ahead that is so beautifully crafted. I cant seem to take my eyes off it, but I can't stop walking towards the end of this hallway. It never seems to end.
Where am I going? I want to leave this place.
I admire this statue as I'm slowly getting closer to it, but can only look straight ahead towards this never ending hallway.
As I walk pass this statue I feel a sense of dread that feels so real that I'm terrified but also calm at the same time.
I just keep walking.
This inanimate statue, why is it here? It is so beautifully crafted.
I walk past the statue and continue down this dark hallway looking straight ahead. I want to look back but can't.
The Statue's head turns to follow me down the Hallway as I walk past it.

I will never escape this matrix. It will basically enslave my brain Next.
Stay set. I'm reaching for the pinnacle of an Apex.
So I equate stress to A theory that never takes rest.
There is no reality. Reality is what you make it.
This thought? Can't seem to break it. Experiment till it makes sense.
Wait, shit.

"How are you feeling today?"
"I keep having this dream. I don't want to fall asleep anymore, I feel like I'm losing my grip on reality"
"You have been making much progress, Don't you agree?"
"I'm not so sure, Everything seems so real, even now"
"This is real, You have been coming here everyday for three years now, Would you like me to prove this is reality?"
"Even if you can prove it doesn't make this real, We do not realize we are dreaming until we wake up"
"That is an astute observation. I'll tell you what, Look at the clock, what time is it right now?"
"3:23"
"so then, If it is 3:23 PM how can this be a dream?"

The telescope only shows those things at a distance. The universe dimensions are vastly suspended.
If you're looking you can't miss it. When you listen it sounds tremendous.
Hieroglyphics to witness. Love. Forgiveness.
This pursuit is relentless. The truth of religions.
Not to mention there's no beginning or an end to A vision.
My existence is only limited by clueless precision.
Youth and ambition. Losing and Winning.
Each chapter is amended by a useless submission.
Ruthless addiction. Why try defying the limits.
Even the smallest cricket is disguised by it's brilliance.
We are thrown into the abyss like a kite or a discus.
Such a beautiful horizon just off in the distance.

I just keep walking down this hallway, It never seems to end.
The walls don't even seem real anymore.
I keep walking, but I feel so panicked. I want to run away from this place but I just keep walking.
I see someone further down this dark hallway. Hello?! HELLO?! no answer.
I am closer. I feel panicked.
I notice it is the same statue I just passed, it is so beautifully crafted. But how can this be?
This hallway never seems to end.

I'm lost in a dream. A glitch in the conciseness stream.
It's all that it seems. Or is it? Yelling HELP as I Scream.
gnihtyreve si sdrawkcab. Ma I llits ni a peels?
PLEH EM! I peek gnillaf dna siht noynac si peed.
M'i gnileef decinap dna t'nac ehtareb!
M'i degamad dna oot kaew, ydobemos pleh em esaelp!

"So how does that prove that this is reality?"
"When you are dreaming you can not make out numbers clearly, It is a side effect of the Dimethyitryptamine that is being released from your pineal gland during REM cycle sleeping"
"What if my brain released too much of it, and that's the reason I can't seem to differentiate reality from illusion?"
"That is not the case, I assure you this is reality. It is 3:2^z and you are on my couch talking to me"

Said the beautifully crafted statue.

This could be the calamity of offers with no amnesty or coffers..
The black oiled paint drips with half faded blood stained vanity of a law firm..
So sits the Subject subjected to all this amongst a Majesty of Faulters..
And the savagery don't falter or fall apart to call it off as cavities halter..
The air breeds as a foundry of monotony clouding foul scenes of the menage; it reeks..
As decomposing hours streak a sour ease of power where this sole soulless council seats..
Brown beaten Mahogany greets with sounds of trickery from Hells founder in speech..
While Party A sits thumbing pages to contemplate an agree while dumbfounded of greed..
Impatient, the infectious host pushes to have this unholy of Nexuses eloped..
And trecherous hopes find growth as the neck relishes the most threatening groans..
The Subject nervous, shifts and notes a black rose undergoing Necrosing tones..
Like exorcist omens, deathly tomes. Wore in the face of this Lender like a necklace or cologne..
Now the Borrower wonders "why did this opportunity knock.? Is it possibly crock.?"
Maybe its drunk dreaming leaving the mind stumped, believing the possible foolery mocks..
Then reality chimes like novelty clocks as the pen becomes alive and nonchalanty jots..
"This is your sins being repaid." The pen then barbs the hand to be the Proprietarys prop..
The Demonic voice yells "You either going to sign or die in this Hell.!"..
And while the thoughts cliched, the Subject feels conveyed to say "This is quite expensive to sell"..
"Even you would find the legalities a strain on mentalities. And I must say its doing it well"..
A pause before an answer which strikes like a cancer. "Your here because the way the cards fell"..
"Hardly dealt a bad hand, but damn, certainly a horror to how this little sin dwelled"..
Minds racing now, spacing out. Staring at etchings in a Throne, picturing sketches of a home..
A place where this mellow Federalistic drone watched a seven year exiled Exodus grow..
Ignoring Heavenly ohms from deafening throws that pointed out every evidence known..
The Subject was too happy in forgetting the blows that bruised one's pettiless moans..
And so sits that pain in a pane of glass painfully painting the price of the past..
Sealing strife in the strikes that struck so stainfully now severly syphoning like sand..
But there's no flipping the hourglass, for once that last hours past- the signing is had..
It'll be iron clasps binding the hands and Subjects blood left smeared on the ivory pad..
But now shifts the sand and the reminding is mindfully mad that right now the time is at half..
"I think I need some water." A simple tatic stall. "Fine, but this is only getting harder"..
Its really nerve slaughtering taking all this in and finding the roots to what is bartered..
No fine print but exact note to risk "emotional or physical pain" will marry at this legal alter..
"I need to make a call." Said Subject suddenly in grin. "To ensure the validity of this offer"..
Stepped out the room where nostalgic, estrogen loomed. Abberation left to fester the womb..
Talked of Heaven and moves to leverage the doom and find a solid exiting ruse..
All while the pestilence swoomed and shrouded around the taunting text to construe..
It was an effort to woo the mind and heart of this, whom displayed a jestering muse..
Back to the chair. "Do we have a deal.?" The question came with burning confidence..
"I've certainly learned alot from it." Response said like a slap of working dominance..
And the dance done like a Prom of kids. When appeared a shadow of the Omninent..
The thunderous voices clashed. "This is my dwelling and I'm in control.!"
"Yes, but this Subject's of my children and I have a right to console.!"
"Well you have no legal options and I think you'll find the Sin in the life played a roll"
"You foul creature, I've sat on High watching this unfold, the contract nulled when you Stole this Soul.!"

At that Satan fell defeated. And I remembered as I ascended with the Lord, his promise..

Would You Be Mine?

It's a beautiful day-- the man zips up his sweater and slips on his shoes to this musical phrase;
There's a tune that'll play while he welcomes the neighbor he greets with a grin and his usual wave
Once two's time is due, and they've said their adieus, the man tells him, "My neighbor, stay tuned", and he'll stay..
..He'll stay stuck to the screen, past the very last scene-- for his neighbor could never dwell moving away..

♪ ♫ ♪

Will wasn't a grown-up. He spent his days brainlessly scarfing potato chips, stuck at the sofa
He'd watch "Rogers" re-runs-- a bunch of the old ones. His legs stretched, relaxed; his lips, chugging a cola
My son's in some coma, his mother thought, worried. The man only moved once, to thrust his remote up,
and point at the screen. Yet my boy's twenty-three! 'Cause she'd serve him banana nut muffins and doughnuts,

As William kicked back, numbed by shows on TV-- fueled in sloth from the lack of strict discipline acted
Unphased by the sun-lit sky's flicker to blackness; the shadows, the shapes, and the minutes that passed him
The morning turned midnight as quick as a flash did; still, Will had not known the transition had happened
'Til slowly, his arms dropped his chips and his bag, his 'lids closed, and his consciousness slid into absence..

At three, Will woke sweating and stricken with panic; the sound of fuzz shrieked from an image of static
He reckoned, That darned left antenna is spazzin', then crept toward the screen to start fixing the 'rabbit
by twisting its ears.. Though it didn't appear the set's picture had cleared, from within this contraption,
A whisper was heard, and Will grimaced and gasped as two arms flew from his television, and grabbed him

The TV screen beamed him inside to his pleas and his cries; bitter yelps, though no help arrived later
He fell on his face in some strange, dormant place, staring up at a man who said, "Welcome, my neighbor,"
Who smiled as his head turned demonically crooked, but held out a hand, which seemed worthy to trust
..and since Will shan't refuse Mister Rogers, he took it. Plus, 'twas all a dream, which'd be surely abrupt!

After being pulled up, William gestured him speak, so he said, "Will, my boy, it's a pleasure to meet you;
You'd grown oh-so-close to your set and your screen that my sweatery sleeves could outstretch and retrieve you."
They'd talk; stiffly walk 'cross the neighborhood block, as Will thought, He's alright; this here Fred is a neat dude,
Then asked when the man planned on setting him free, and Fred said, "Oh, my Will, I can never release you..

By clutching your sofa for several weeks, you've created our bond. Although yes, you can peak through
the screen at your living room's couch, nothing's getting you out-- so please, join me for breakfast, and tea too."
In vexed disbelief, William, pressing his teeth, started pinching throughout all his flesh as his screams grew
from petulant squeaks to malevolent shrieks, 'cause this "dream" was, in fact, truly present, which he knew.

He cried, "Mister, sir, if your lesson's how I-- should go stepping outside-- and watch less of your re-runs,
I vow that, if ever unleashed from-- this screen, I'll say 'Hey' to my neighbors, and cherish the sweet sun!
I'll greet Granny Greene as she knits on her porch.. and she sits with her york-slash-her-poodle, Miss Muffin!"
Fred chuckled a good, hearty giggle of sorts. "William, come have some warm apple strudels and crumpets--"

"Enough, you sick bastard!" Will darted away down the lane as Fred yukked, and Will'd run through his laughter,
more wild than the wails of the succubus after she's warped one's pure chaste through voluptuous matters
..................................and untruant pastors succumb to it faster than sugarcane jolts of columbian jaguars.
He searched every street, found no exit, then screeched out his lungs 'til his yaks were all bloody and raptured

But once he had mastered the chaos within him, Will took a deep breath, then glared at the glass window
Which floated in mid-air and swayed to his motions. His legs arched one side, his arms hitched in akimbo
His mind dwelled on breaking it open. He'd pick up a stone, bring his arm back, then give it a quick throw
The window's glass then broke-- a boulder to bits as the boy shook and gaped; the man's grinning crescendo'd

The man then made sick innuendos of triumph, like wheezed laughs and knee-slaps while gripping his shinbones,
plank-bent at his torso from ***kling too hard, with a hot-turned face, crimson-tint pigment in skin-tone
Will, writhing with anger, then hit it with six blows, but howled as his knuckles bled, clenching his fists thrown
He body-slam bashed it 'til every last rib broke, then charged with a head-butt.. and hemorrhaged his temp lobe

* * *

A spray of Will's consciousness streamed like graffiti and bloodied the block of the neighbor he'd known

First faded, his name, but the last he forgot was the plot and the place of his fave episode

He remembered it well; when Fred Rogers bought brunch at the diner and taught him good etiquette there

(Oh, where is that diner? Oh, where is that diner? Oh, where is that diner? I've never been there)

* * *

Fred frowned with a tsk at the kid on the concrete, who's forehead was marked by a dent and was trickling
Blood steadily poured as Fred crept to the corpse, slid the sweater he wore-- off, and picked it up gently
Fred sniffed it a bit, rubbed his head in the dampness, then reckoned, Will really was thin. This could fit me,
then headed back home, where the sweater would spin in his washing machine for a rinse and some cleansing..

There's streaks of maroon on the glass of the screen. William's mother tries wiping them off with her Kleenex
When all of a sudden, Will's program flicks on, and Will's mom thinks, Oh William.. my god, it's your v-neck!
She's awed-- but not 'cause the man's dragging a body, but 'cause of what hangs in the back of his closet
She murmurs: "The size, and the brand, and the cotton-- it's almost just like what Will's grandmother got him."

* * *

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Tarsis faced their day o' reckoning-- granted they'd hoisted chests from a dragon's lair;
I thus waged a plague o' pain and pestilence; purple, poison breath brought forth poisoned air
That day, decay and festering swept the streets décor'd in voiceless death and voided stares;
No noise, except their brains and skeletons being sizzled away by my toxic coil's ensnare
Though they'd regretted it, I, raided treasureless, was left only this cave to rest within
Unawakened ever since.. 'til now, as the traitor begs for help in shameless desperateness
Each leg is trembling, as he kneels at me, and squeals, "Sini", for Tarsis faces precipice
Simply for the sake of great benevolence, I shall aid his nation of knaves and selfish-wit;
Imbue their blades with venom vile, nasty and virulent; so ghastly, no vaccine can serum it
Even a basilisk basked in it would croak badly-- though sadly, don't ask me if tears emit-
For we slay our foes gladly. Our march inward's nigh; As the Fire Dragon paints ember skies,
'O Frost brings Winter's rise, Shadow's shade flickers by, and Death's hapless victims die,
My breath shall wither rye.. my claws shall render blight.. and my wings shall then arise;
Flap once, the winds'll writhe-- flap twice, and they'll whip up a toxin vortex, twister-size
We set forth toward Tarsis' entrance, as claws rip through squadrons of guards and defenses
The field's filled with carcass, and souls stricken nauseous from noxiously toxic incisions
Launched from faraway targeting distance (the marksman precision of Artemis gripping a bow,)
My saliva's spit, sticks to prey, and nips away at their armament's armor equipment alone..
It seeps through their chestplates, then strips and corrodes them skinless as bones dissolve
While they're quivering and whimpering, I listen to the sharp hissing and moans, enthralled
Their bridgade-- they do retreat.. but in the air, a virus ingested to paralyze is effective
They can no longer move their feet, or breathe; it seems they've a flare of sinus congestion.
All they can do is shriek, as my tail curls around them in pairs to tighten them breathless
'Til they're introduced to teeth, and I feast-- pleased once my share of knights is digested
I belch out a new disease, before I bash my skull like a battering-ram through castle walls,
Smashing all that's in my view to see, from the raiders, to the obelisks of its fragile halls
Then return outside to find dead human beings, suffocated in the new disease's putrid breeze
(Troops o' the king had an immunity, but you should've seen when I caught the flu and sneezed)
Deer, racoons and sheep who had breathed it turned to mutant-breed, flesh-consuming beasts;
The rate they grew increased to new extremes of huge, exceeding the cubic feet of 22 atleast,
From toxic sewage stream fluid-drinks, and chewing meat from corpses of a platoon's deceased
So in a game of go-fetch, I throw flesh into the keep; where the throne rests its pseudo-queen..
My pets have yet returned, but rest assured. I'm less concerned, as bloodshed is heard inside;
Squirms and cries, as men are torn to shreds and burned alive in the sulphuric fumes released,
When I bellowed in a mighty roar, "To every blight below the surface side of Earth.. arise!",
And the tulip-tree roots secreted their impurities, purging whoever inhaled its gruesome stink
If you believe the stomach acid of another hundred dragons, even with sulphurous break-downs
Could match Sini's sudden gastric effects, digesting food before he can feel full for his prey now?..
Watch a man be devoured, as poison enzymes then fry him before he can make noises inside;
Before the screams of his voice can arrive, and the bulge in my belly can be point at ten times
This is not an agony explained; you cannot grasp his ceaseless pain, or laughs as he's filleted
An attempt to replicate the pleasure, or fathoming's insane; how foul, bubbling acids eat away,
Like the blight which smites this site of battle seen today, turning the grass' green to gray,
A predator capturing its prey.. engulfing, swallowing it whole, as it, with rapid ease, decays
They say that poison brings only corruption; that its fruit stems where every Sin begins...
That its trail leaves behind smoldering destruction, and marks where every society ends...
..But where they see a path of devastation, I see a purge of injustice, to make amends...
Where they see the Earth cast to desecration, I see the waters which flood it, to cleanse

The crimson-gold entrance of a restaraunt captured my attention; passing by the scent, this blast of vibrant senses
Inhaling the incense of fresh, steamy rice served with fish-fillet, I visioned trays; alas, the finest dishes!
But not a dollar by my pockets- thus, I plopped beside the curb as my mouth watered; I was starvin'
Shorn of penny in hand- then came a brilliant plan, to taste those succulent specials of Robert's China Garden..

..Or whatever the name of this asian eatery! So I came in sneakily- that is, until a waitress seated me
Saying, "Be at ease! You don't have to pay immediately," amazing me with how I'd reached a buffet this easily
Before she gave a drink to me, with great indecency- I left my table to grab a plate to take in secrecy
Trays of great cuisines in reach- the sizzling oysters, steaming beef and crab legs had changed my day infeasibly!

I picked out elegant arrangements of won-tons, coconut shrimps, and even found a seasoned flounder platter
Torn decisions of foreign dishes; will it be the orange chicken- or pork and ribs with sweet-and-sour batter?
In the midst of a mental conflict, my eyes flickered toward the sushi section for a second and suddenly, I froze-
Were my eyes decieved? No- I could see, it was wrapped in rice indeed: a god-damn California roll.

* * *

That little taste of deliciousness in roasted seaweed; the sight was like a girl in remote Tahiti with no bikini
The fact that it lay still untouched, freshly-wrapped amidst the countertops without notice was so demeaning
I darted toward it, people shouting, "Slow the fuck down!" but now- my lungs found the aroma of kung pao stir fry
So I spun around to follow it saying, "I'll save the roll for last," as I'd come across this calamari seafood delight!

While gathering octopus- I was dazzled by Foo Young galore; piling my plate, leaving room for no more
My eyes glued to the potstickers coated in soy sauce mixtures and Chow Mein, as if I'd never seen a noodle before
Caught up in embellished dela***ies; a faint forgetfulness descended upon the entree I'd in store for last
The roll, alas! I leaped forward, dashing across the floorboard toward the sushi- until I felt a shoulder tap

A man said, "I'm sorry, but you've made too much of a ruckus," snatching the plate from where my fingers gripped
I lunged at my luncheon- but fell on my stomach as he pulled back, and knocked me out the door with a single kick
There I was once again, on the curb with my mouth watering; forever banned from this place 'till I turned old
But I promised myself; one day, I would sneak in again and get my hands on that god-damn California roll.

I remember the innocent sparkle that glimmered so subtle under the Northern Lights; your sapphiren eyes
Oblivious to the cold, we'd play, scurrying through the snow, each day; embracing Boreas' frozen paradise
Life-long companions, venturing amidst the blisterin' blizzards, held together strong by empathy's zealous ties
We'd oathed never to leave eachother's side; lives even death couldn't seperate, as energy never dies

I remember we thought we were ageless and undying; protected by the bond of immortal vows
It was until one night, when a song of sadness and lament drifted amongst the air carried by mournful howls
We'd followed its broken-hearted tune through mountainous expanse, as suddenly the sound of silence sung;
That striking stillness I'll never forget, when a dog's figure loomed over his companion's, who's time had come

I remember its head in the fur of its fallen brethren, as it let go a weathered belief, that never he'd leave
We came to it and shared its sorrow; accompanied its misery, and as the moonlight shone, together we'd grieved
We let little shimmering tear drops embrace the mountainside's earth; let our woes brandish into stone
Imagining how the two brothers used to run and play like us; just a couple wolves dancing in the snow

-

I remember luxuriant stories we'd tell; how Elysian Fields' golden gates awaited us beyond the Northern Star
'O Sparkling beacon, we chased to the Arctic region's farthest reaches, determined to find utopia no matter how far
Our feet were driven forward with scuttled pursuit; painted in our mind like a portrait, this wonderful view
Envisioning lands of warmth; greens that contrasted to the sheets of white, which flourished in colorful hues

I remember we aged and our souls became weary; still, we searched this land far from home, long departed
But we grew old, and we grew tired; so my journey with you to utopia had come to an end, but not forgotten
I could see you dieing, and we both knew a trickling flicker of life would soon put your sapphiren eyes to rest
You promised me we would meet again, whether it life or death, then you died with your final breath

So I put my head in your fur, my fallen brethren; howling as the moonlight shone, giving you a tenderly kiss
Whispering in your ear, one last oath; that I would meet you in utopia, where your energy lives
Little shimmering teardrops embraced the frosted earth, as I let my woes brandish into stone
and I remembered how we used to run and play, each day.. just a couple wolves dancing in the snow

Ink
 

Panacea



1. Emily


one night I wander waywardly. Aimlessly along the rayless streets
past granite shanties, befogged by rain and sleet, not one warm nook to lay and sleep
then I find you. A curly little caterpillar, who'd crawled beneath the trestle
sleepy, nestled in the dying Whitlow and Shepherd's-Purse that streaks the pebbles
pipe still hot and redolent - your ring-less fingers scorched a coffee-hue
hair as black as fossil-fuel, a dog-eared shower curtain shrugged on top of you
the sign above the bar blinks apple-neon, one broke bulb is a crypt for the flies
you've pissed on your thighs, head cranked back and tilted, like you're kissing the sky
you're beautiful. Below the methane emissions that hang like a rainbow
i lay my head on this magnanimous angel, fall fast asleep in her halogen halo
she wakes. Her crystal eyes, they fall on me like breaking waves on sand
and when i kneel to present the rock, she doesn't hesitate to take my hand

~

2. Tomorrow

dear Emily,

you left, i descended. Every time i close my eyes, i see the eels
bloated, black aliens ... wheezing with disease, more than even the streets can yield
their sweltry hide's like boiled kale, moist and pale - they're eating me
nowadays you're keeping clean, but I had no such grace bequeathed to me
i shan't lie. The sidewalk would be softer, if i had your hand to hold
had you not gone back to home, this concrete - would not be, quite so damp and cold
don't you remember? How we set into motion no fettering notion of honour or pride?
slinging rock on the side? - we were Ben Sanderson and Sera, we were Bonnie and Clyde
regardless, i still chalk my poems on the boulevard ... maybe you read them
it's like you always said, they make that little square of pavement an Eden
don't worry, i won't post this letter, it would only be fueling my sorrow
please love me. please love me.

yours truly,

Tomorrow

~

3. Panacea

now you'll see me. You fucking robot, your garden is so sickly green
home so crisp and clean, ph-neutral soap, pro-plus, propane pumps and Listerine
crow bar up beneath the lintel - easy, simple, tears and splinters blend with the rain
it bends with the strain, the oak cracks, I hesitate - then remember the pain
the guardian comes - a shabby old Terrier, hardly a vessel of speed and strength
she's in less than decent health. But our eyes align and for a moment, i see myself
an LP hiccups under a needle, from buzzard to beetle, creatures preserved for exhibition
it's thin and brief; some inner peace - but there's no extradition from this mental prison
i creep up the stairs, my whitened knuckles lightly brushing the balustrade
i am afraid. But Emily, you said to me - you promised you'd never take your hand away
wherever you go the pain will follow
i'm just a bad dream, of course. But at least you've faced Tomorrow.

Are You Not Brave / Writing exercise / L.N.

~

Last night I had a crazy dream, not even half of it good though
I must preface by saying, I'm in love - don't worry, this is far from a Love Note
Lola Nash is her name, but back to the dream, a land of lakes and twisting brooks
An orphic place of Luring Numinous, from Lea's Neverending, to Labyrinthine Nooks
I was in the tavern, diffidently sipping mead from a faux-golden cup
Languishing Noticeably, when I was suddenly approached by the Local Nut
There this ogre stood with his oafish mug - gawking at me, saying squat
Then - a tremendous belch, I Laughed Noisily, coughed and gave him a Lazy Nod
He sat besides me ... "Listen Neighbor, might you part with any extra fairy-dust"?
This made me a Little Nervous, but the portly fellow couldn't be Less Nefarious
I untwisted a Lachrymiform Napkin, and gave him a pinch of effervescent matter
"Bless you Squire ... you ever heard of Lord Niflheim, the Legendary Necromancer?"
Tiring of this Leper's Natter, I was sure i'd run him through in a moment
Be it King, or Queen or Lonely Nomad, I don't have time for Ludicrous Notions
But when he produced a curious amulet, i felt compelled to let him finish
"Take a look" - so i did, 4 Lions, Necks stretched inside a Luminescent Nimbus
"Niflheim gave me this blessed trinket, alas, it can only be used by the brave"
"Hold it in a Butter-Cap Mushroom Patch, kneel, and speak Lucifers Name"
I asked, "but what will happen?" - then his jolly smile turned to blackest scorn
Glaring past that Long Nose, that boil-ridden snot-encrusted, Lurching Naricorn
"Are you not brave?" His voice was deep and smooth, it hit me like a sedative
"You should Leave Now" - he seemed less a friendly drunk, more a Lifelong Nemesis
"Oh I am, I'm going to the Butter-Cap Mushroom Patch, would Mister like to come?"
Suddenly the room was icy, misty, as though we were swimming in Liquid Nitrogen
But I could feel the panic rising, that caustic anxiety strumming my throat
"It's alright Squire, follow me" - again, his voice as soft as a Lullabye's Note
I did, it was hard to keep up; an odd sight this plump chap skipping swiftly
Through a forest thick and windy, till there they were, 50 mushrooms Lilting Nimbly
The air was bitter, filmy, I couldn't decide if it was scanty or venomous
I forced a breath anyway, then picked a mushroom from its Lacteous Nebula
It was like a Lingering Nightmare, like viewing the world through smokey glass
I said, "Let's Not do this" ... "But Squire, are you not in love with Lola Nash?"
My heart, it froze, collapsed, I'd so-far helmed my sanity: he capsized the vessel
I felt Limp, Naked, looked at my palm, no mushroom, instead the amulet Lightly Nestled
"Look No further than this - are you not brave? Then you must make the darkest vow"
"In Lucifers Name" - imbued with a shame so wretched, my stomach felt like Lava Now
I knelt, perhaps out of love, perhaps I just wanted this Hell to be finished
Oh ... who am i kidding? I spoke Lucifers Name because I'm a Lecherous Nitwit
Thunder and lightning, the violent roar of the forest ensued, I was helpless
Then i was whisked away through some refulgent conduit, some Luminous Nexus
I awoke abruptly, flustered, I hurdled over my duvet feeling desperate, awful
Later, Nontheless, after a few soporific classes, my day was Lenitive, Normal
But the dream was vivid still, i couldn't wait to get my love alone at last
After the bell rung, I Loitered Nervously, and then I saw her: Lola Nash
I said, with impeccable eloquence, "Sup bitch, how bout we get our freak on"
Her reply was simple but poignant, I think you'll agree: she said, "dream on"

The Train Station.

midnight iron, snaking out like specters fingers, then melting in the mist
i would like to think their odyssey is over, and that they welcome the abyss
as tender as a kiss, these shingles and their watermarks - they speak to me
almost secretly ... a hundred years gone, a hundred years of grief to be
and what unsung tales have these puffs of brisk-departing smoke imbibed?
what many stories could be told and why - do open eyes behold them - blind?
those ochre tiles, tanned to character-perfection, by nervous cigarettes
scratches, dirt and hints of sweat; the signatures of phantoms, in swirls and pirouettes.
a beggars nose gulps coffee steam - snobbily, from her sumptuous throne of trash
no gumption's prone to last, but no one thought to tell Her Majesty; she couldn't stoke the ash
i guess it's a macabre song, this with such a gulfing jaw, that challenges one
to turn one's back on the Sun ... then chase the wheels of a pram as it tractors along
or amass with the throng - no better coat than the Rorschach smudge of busy strangers
no distance greater; backwards, forward, backwards, forward; forward with the width of vapor
i watch the tired carriages, shrugging along their shouldered clouds of people
eighty tons of frozen faces, homeless-nameless ... and I can't see one ounce of evil
i think, maybe, they're just like me ... you know? - trying to unravel truth
about life, about death - but ... what the Hell do I know ...? I'm merely passing through

Frotteurism:

The act of rubbing one’s genitalia against another’s person, usually that of a stranger. Must be non-consensual and is considered a psychiatric condition as well as a criminal offense in most places


~


Frank the Frotteurist Meets Alan the Rapist: A Tale of Wronging Molly


Hello.

The Name's Frank. My Mom calls me Frankie - and frankly, I Hate That
I live in her Cellar, drink Stella and Take Crack
I Aint Bad, but if my eggs are cold, that Lame Hag get's a Straight Slap

Today's my Birthday, I'm Forty Four.
I've Scored a Ball, but unfortunately, I can't Afford a Whore
Even though in This Old Town, Pimps Go Round from Door to Door

Plus, I seem to have an Odd Problem with This
See, a Business Transaction, requires Sitting and Chatting
And if I've made her acquaintance, my Cock Doesn't get Stiff

Not that I haven't tried. But it was destined to End in a Mess
Long story short, she became Vexed and Distressed
I needed 9 gallons of acid to Dispense with her Flesh

Anyway, let me tell you about the Day I've Had
It began as usual. Overcooked eggs, wank, an Eighth of Crack
Took a Pee, put on my Dungarees, and made my way to Laser-Tag

As you probably suspect, I aint Going for the Fun of It
But in the Guise of a Partner, I can Find what I'm After
I Look to Pick the Dumbest Kid, n get Close Enough to Rub my Dick

But I never Made It. Got half way and Collapsed on the Pavement.
Too much of the Ole' Crack. Woke up in a Pool of my Own Crap
And there, Slapping my Face Is, none other than Alan the Rapist ...


~


Hello.

I'm Alan. I like Art, Fables and Clark Gable
And James Cagney, Rape, Brandy
Rape, Candy, Cakes, Rape .... Cigars, Anal Rape, Wacky?

Yeah, a Bit Mad. Today I Shrink-Wrapped my Dick And - Spanked the Ole' Nuts
I straight-up Murdered my Rabbit, with bunson-Burners and Hammers
And to commemorate Thumper-the-Third - I Drank my Own Blood

Today's my anniversary, we would have been married Seventeen Years
Had I not Raped her so Badly Though, she may not have Taken those Trazadones
Let's just say the whole thing Ended in Tears

As always, I went to pay my Respects at her Grave
But, alas, when I Got to the Cemet'ry a Copper was Next to Me
Asking ... "why are you in a graveyard with a Wrench and a Spade?"

Well, what could I say? I didn't, I Ran for The Hills
('The Hills', by the way, is a Local Drinkery where Hoes n Strippers Be)
I ordered Verdaccio, chilled, and took a Handful of Pills

Panic, palpitations, please God, not Another Attack
In Total Fear, I waited for the Coast to Clear
Then I gathered my Rubbers and Cash and I Snuck out the Back

What now? Horny and nowhere to go, in my Pants, an Obelisk
I was Desperate for some Fanny, so I Headed for the Alley
But I slipped in a Pool of Crap - Whose was That? - It was Frank the Frotteurists ...


~


"Frank? Frankie?" C'mon me ole 'mucka, Smell the Damn Coffee!"
Franks Eyes were Bemused - Wild and Confused
"Ugh, don't call me 'Frankie' ... and Get ya Hands Off Me!"

"Sorry - too much crack huh? - Keep doin' that ya Heart'll Cave In"
"Fuck me, look at all this Smelly Poop ... Where you Headed To?"
"Was gonna dig up the wife - y'know ... do a bit of Carcass Rapin'"

"No Luck?"
"No Luck"

And so it began. The partnership of Frank and Alan the Rapist
A truly Terrible Pair, yeah, you Better be Scared
Fascist n Racist the Bastards are Shameless, gathered to capture and Massacre Neighbors!


~


Hello.

My name's ... Ummm, Molly - Good Golly, I'm almost Eighty-Five!
I've had the Greatest Life, but ... today's the Day I Died -
Or, perhaps, I should Say That I - was Raped and Knifed

I was settling in for some Tea and Supper
It won't Harm you to Know, that I'm Partial to Scones
With a generous helping of Cheese or Butter

They help my digestion, when I have to Pop a Pill
Which I Usually Do ... When I'm Perusing the Tube
I get so excited, What a Thrill! - God damn that hunky Doctor Phil!

So there I am, feet on the pouffet, Bursting Blisters
But it's very quiet, I'm Wondering If - Something's Amiss
And then it occurs to me ... Where on Earth is Whiskers???

"Here Kitty. Here Kitty" I Say - a Little Afraid
Try n tempt her with a Can of Salmon, no? How about a Slab of Gammon? No.
I Listlessly Wait, half of the night I Fritter Away

Then, an odd scratching sound, yes I Heard it I Think
I listen Up for the Scratches - Oh, they seem to Come from the Patio
"Awww, is my little Kitty-Catty Cold ...? "

... and then I see Whiskers' head - Perched on a Stick

White-pain shoots down my arm, then pulsates from my Neck to my Shins
I Can't breathe ... I feel my Heart Seize
Have I gone to Hell for my Sins? No, now I see them, those Malevolent Twins ...


~


"Hello"

"We're terribly sorry if we Gave you a Fright"
"I'm Frank"
"And I'm Alan ... We'll be your Rapists Tonight"

As Whiskers watched, Molly tried to Kick n Scream
Alan Whistled Away as he Pissed in her Face
Frankie ran his Stiffened Meat, all along her Blistered Feet

A climactic Crescendo - Then Flowed; a handsome Torrent of Juice
Frankies ballsack looked liked a Tropical Fruit
Out comes the knife - "and when you're buried ... me and Alan are Robbing your Tomb"


~


I'd like to end this story with a Real Nice Twist
But you Need to Know That - they're out there, with Lethal Gonads ...

... Sleep Tight Kids!!!

Sinacog
 

The black and red devil -

A black devil harbors in the darkness of night. His black tail whisping away in the wind; gusts stroking his body in lax and superstition. The night inhabits bits and pieces of lost darkness, betrayal, and defeat. A mushroom, in dark green grass glows for the black devil, and his immediate prey; a family of lost travelers; beckoned by their special son in the white glistening' Moonlight. The black devil has immediate credentials to kill the family, in the name of The Lord God, and savior Jesus Christ; for the crosses of crucifixions must forever be sacred; and God's word must upheed diligence and absolution. The gusts of dark wind blow through the strokes of hair of the lost family, as they are sinners in no absolution of God's word. This lost dark family follows God's word in it's over-view; in which they hold it's word true for their care; but they do no uphold it as love and absolute. They taint the name of God, and laugh at the crucifixions; therefore they will be punished by the devil; who was sent from the dark gallows of Hell. The family, however; have a special son; who they uphold to be a Saint or prosperous being. He is beautiful and delightful; prospering with splendor, joy and warmth. This son could be a visionary; as his eyes are never lost in tales, but follow the path of peace, and prosperity. However, he is deep to uphold his family as true and care, loving them unconditionally. Alas, it is not enough for the black devil to spare his family for their lack in the christian faith. But the black devil see's something inside of the special son. That is faith that his family doesn't hold. He see's care, and splendor in the boy; and see's him in the dark valves of God's judgement and kingdom. The black devil, makes immediate lunges to attack and kill this family, as they are lacking in faith in conviction for Christianity. And they will surely suffer in the flames and gallows of Hell. The black devil moves at the speed of sound, killing the father with a blade knife, the mother next, than the following. The family is killed in less than 2 minutes; as the black devil is so proficient in killing; he is a master of swordsmanship. The black devil sends them to a layer of hell, where they will face punishment from his master Lucifer the Devil; for many years. The black devil turns towards his left side to see the special son, with care and splendor left only alive. The black devil see's the boy as darkness's inhabitance, having witnessed the killing of his family. The boy knew that this was a black devil, but did not say a word; wanting to make the black devil leave. The black devil noticed, his strategy and was intrigued. He saw great goodness in the boy, and wanted to live him in a way. The black devil decided to name the boy 'Andrew' and marked him as a manifestation of a red devil. The black devil teleported back to Hell, and the red devil cried diligently in the Moonlight.
Conjuring black serpents from a ribbon band, smitzerene land
comatose rants, polarize grandeur on a balancing beam, sanskrit serene
ribbon of peace, polish snakes on serpent glass, worthless wrath
serpent laugh, firm with wrath; conjure black serpents from a glass box
glass boxes and serpents of grace, erase from the face of the earth
savior of birth, visionary Muhammad saw in a vision, I am a dream
balancing beams, capture the gleam, ponder dreamscapes on blankets and pillows
weep with a willow, conjure black magic with white magicians, sinister magician
wizard of demonic tongue, serpent Sanskrit, conjure white magic; sought black myths
conjure pathos and ethos, in whirlwinds; monoliths sat atop of monuments and pedestals
paradise see's heaven's gates, hell's keeper; kills Saint Peter the Gate keeper
The grim reaper weeps with father time, omnificent Elohim's and Angels provide conjuring shelter
black myth of serpentine Eazen, worthless dreams, seldom scenes of ghosts and pentagrams
relish hands, relish lands, ponder dreams with nightmares, sun's flare blinds the moon
serpentine of pristine and serene, embellish beings, I'm a visionary, dreamscapes conjure black magic
open Pandora's box, my serpents tail has risen, conjure white magic with wands and wings
for I am a serpent with wings, evil and sinister, the sought of scorn
I am a Spanish visionary, with the plots of schemes, as a fox and lore..

Monoliths and pedastals, wings flap high, nigh over suns and earth
run the girth, children frolic in green meadows for the fun of earth
the fun of worth, serpentine's and foxes, are in peace and harmony
for as we prosper as disciples, splendor flourishes, and we see the czar's and kings
monarchy and anarchy abide by special reason, i am the winter season
a prince of darkness in communion, a fellowship of darkness and light
heart of the night, flourish with white and splendor, joy and happiness
for when stars born and plummet into the sun, we find lavishness
hierarchy's of king's and queen's, never held jester's or princes of darkness
for I am a jester him speak, a prince of darkness, with a dark catharsis
heart the heartless, read bottomless pits of syntax and stories in hell's fire
for i am a prince of priests, a sinister liege, a bell's choir
legions of angels and demons, prosper with devil's and gin's
gemini's revel in sin, I am a devil with a essence to live
i prosper in peace with splendor and prosperity, sought clarity
god opened his mouth, spoke as a snake; and brought beasts
i have song speech, paradise was never lost, Heaven is serene and beautiful
as we die in graces hand, saint peter see's the funeral
i am a fox drinking and licking his mother's white milk, fine silk
for as i see heaven and the promised land, i carry a rhyme's hilt
i am a beautiful flower, our presence is present, we sought what's soon...
i am a lavished nimrod, icarus sought the sun, andrew flores sought the moon..

intricate webbing, vivid in setting; nexus fly trap; right slap
noxious toxic incisions in intervals and minimalists; enlists passion in zaps
position to cobra snape; pharaoh's cap; gauze of w(r)ap
long for dragons with scimitars; dropped the sword for a onyx slap

vision of centaurs and minotaurs with scimitars and pitchforks
rhythmic scimitar devils with wings and swords; fill accords with war
sinful plagues plague towns and cities of slum and tundra' with fire and ice
silver dollars are spent on a dime, sexy foxes and seers suck on a Lemarchand

Lemarchand swordsman, embellish underworld ties with Dracula and Gargoyles
war is justice in times of depth/death, I am a jester him speak that charms loyals
calling all loyalists to the throne, behead the king in front of them; now they're mine
I am the balancing scale of a snake's design, my smooth talk could never forsake the mime

Setting sail on spines of snakes, never forsake the design of the purpose; or serpent
surface the worthless, Eden harvested a Garden of pristine and serene fruit snd animals
onyx and alabaster stone, vast unknown, serpentines and foxes duel in cleverness vs. wit'
for I am a fox gin, Socrates or Aristotle couldn't fathom, seeing the snake Muhammad and severing his spit!

I'm the invisible serpent that killed eight zillion Jedi; I'm a demon who gave a chameleon red eyes
The civilian from the serpent skies; purpose wise; I'm the serpent who killed the germ of time
I'm the sperm of life; I killed eight zillion mental *JACKHAMMERS* with *SLEDGEHAMMERS*
I'm the bed damager killed eight zillion Aliens in the harbinger of death; the karma of a thief
I'm the karma of a thief; I'm the black karma of a thief; the everlasting alabaster stone
I'm the everlasting alabaster stone; I stone *CHROME* from abrasion's and math equations
I'm the math equation; math abrasion'; I'm the statement of hatred statement
I'm the cajun blazing serpent from the purpose of worthless German serpent
I'm the conniving bullet; the conniving conceiving *JACKHAMMER* the *SLEDGEHAMMER*
I'm the *JACKHAMMER* that killed eight zillion Megatron and Optimus Prime
I'm the German of wine; the German of spine; I killed eight zillion serpents and alien's
I'm the purpose assailant from the worthless of patient serpents from hull of ships
I'm the serpent from hell; I'm the German from the spaceship of hell
I killed eight zillion serpents from hell with a *SCIMITAR* and *BLADE*
I'm the harbinger of death; the karma thief from the *WALTZ* of shiek
I'm the talking regime from the hawk of *SHIEK* the omniscient *GOD OF SHIEK*

...Moment of time; ocean divine; fountain drinks with oceans' of wine
Lotion or die; you could 'shoulder shrug' and still need a shoulder to cry..
You're not king of the site; I'm the bing to your plight; the sea of the eye
Seaing the light; even if you were 'Light' you wouldn't be gleam of the light
You're Blue Bayou? I'm the shapeshifter with cloths the size of dandelions
Candy mountain with brandished fountains; you're a 'cunt' like valley shouting..
I'm the nocturnal demon with abrasive statements; oceans' of statements
Devotion to laymen; do the math; 'math magician'; this is a potion equation..
I'm the demon from the states; I'm awake from the abrasive chain
I sea the lake; I'm the eel in the sea of snakes; you feel awake?
I'm the cheetah with lepoard seals; I eat pepper meals and dissected eels
Rectum peel; you couldn't have a thanks-giving(thanks given) with bread and zeal
I'm the demon from hell; conquer statements from heaven's pasture
I sea the rapture; I'm the rapture in a east disaster
I'm the climate change; primal rage; scuba dive from the oceans' waves
I'm the devotion chain; I'm the psychic analyst how I make my potion reign/rain
I'm the rap minotaur; sea shine with sea shine; I'm the season of change
I'm the freezin' rain; you couldn't make a 'sword fold' with leaves of grain

I'm a Saint, ready my poetry; God knows I'm learning too well
Angels in Heaven adore me; while if a Angel is 'Singing The Blues' it's because he's depressed you're not burning in hell
I'm shooting the tech; one shot and your words are history
I'm putting 'Blues Clues on a Pole' like Steve solving a murder mystery
I'm royalty; you're a peasant putting a blade to your wrist
I'll grab the blade, and have 'Blue Dying of Heir' like a Joker who'll prostrate to a prince
God loves me; I make splashes in waters with waves of commotion
I'm a Saint; 'Sin is Taking Blues Soul' like God Raging in Oceans
No-one thinks your dope; I got blades for this guys neck
If birds are thinking 'Blues Fly' than I'm Painting the Sky Red
I have sex with demi-gods; Aphrodite be getting my erection in nook deep
I had sex with Asherah; and I'll 'kill you with that pole' and you'll still never be getting that pussy..

I got a beast smith n' wesson' - the teacher's pet known to teach you a lesson
I'm evil in sessions; 'blue will cop out' like police with depression
I have a uzi and techs' bitch; I have the answer - you're losing the question
Floozy' and reckless; If 'blue's block on top' we're talking losing in Tetris
I have a book of psalms; donkey kicks make your face hotter than the sun
I'll diminish your plot; and I know why you 'horse around with woman a lot' - because all your bitches look like one
My rhyme exceed's this kid; speed of light rhymes of appeasing glitz'
When I rhymed; you got ghost; and I'll 'bury you in a plot hole' so your life is meaningless
This dude's awful; if you're 'feeling blue' you're gloom got ghost
I'll leave you a doomed fossil; when I put 'blue in a box' like blue waffle
I'll turn your crew to mince meat; I'll 'steal the show' like split thief
How can you lick these? The tech'll put 'holes in blue' like old swiss cheese
I'm goku's father; bardock with a flow fuse to hold the bombs
I have matics that are sharp; and I'll 'stab you with a shot' like serial killers in photobombs
This rook is wack; this is song; my rhymes will hook this fag
My rhymes are dapper; and you're such a 'wack white rapper' - eminem is looking black
you're weak; it's evident; you were born elite? I'm seeking jargon'
Please, you were' 'born special' - you were born freaking' mentally retarded...

TIME!!

Now here I go; banana knife severing his chin; the embellishment of sin
You lost at 18...maybe that's the age you're wack white ass found out you'll never be EMINEM!

Sini
 

Default
My final chapter’s uncompleted but I’m asking you to read it
Neither pastor nor the deacon could succeed to pacify my demons
Nay, I can’t provide the reasons for my sullen, morbid state
It’s like my mind’s horrid estate was tended to by Norman Bates
The chorus sang, I kneeled and prayed, but failed to seize the day
Painted brightly but inside I’m hardboiled like an Easter egg
Got a chip on the shoulder that’s a little bit more of the cry-on-me sort
Cuz life’s put me in more pressing situations than an ironing board
I’m not striving towards enlivening rewards on my broken path
Hopelessly overmatched by the open gashes from my stolen past
My emotions’ total lack of full compassion holds me back
It’s got me frozen in a child’s pose without the yoga mat
My woeful tact in social acts grows, in fact, I’m acting crazy
Been hampered lately by excuses thinner than packaged gravy
My hapless frailty has a way of aggravating my poor judgment
I’m like a snail, when outside my shell, I just feel more sluggish
My shortcomings get more crushing and soul sucking every day
Wish this fettered state was swept away by the heavy weight of a trebuchet
Suppress the rage and stress impatiently, wishing all this was done
But I’m too proud to take the pills, too scared to swallow the gun
Plus it’s a godless affront to the omniscient one who gave us breath
So I’ll wait, bereft, until fate collects its gainly bet on my tainted flesh
With waning strength, and unease I fight the struggle to sleep at night
As I sway through these days between the branches on the tree of life

you see
i would have killed hercules. dragged megara to hell
we hugged our hematoma til it started to swell
left blood on every rug in the apartment as well
never felt so certain i had faulted myself
carpet odors - maury povich - garbage and mail
plugged a TV up to let our cartilage melt
plaster wall and hasselhoff - commercials, applause
never felt so certain i've been wording it wrong
vultures in my horticulture murdering palms
servants to an orchestra we heard in our thoughts
bourbon glaze my amaretto, sample the blanc
flashbulb sizzle smile until the cameras are off
worship Lightbox. sacrifice however we want
it's all the same when Channel 7 is on. ready or not
travelogue traverse the Serengeti at dawn
megachurch remind us we are children of God
fat gorilla, chamomile and cinnamon tea
advil for the morningtime and whiskey to sleep
skin and bones pajama clothes so skeleton chic
heroin cheeks. bloated yuppies on a restroom retreat
polar fluctuations plus a social facade
never felt so certain i was close to a bottom

(2004)

Answer:
13 Lines, Its OVA

X? rejected ... thats what's best bitch ... give up now, cuz i got this -battle on SHER LOCK, HOLMES- like a fuckin |WARFIELD DETECTIVE|..!! (KO - Wha!? ALREADY!?)

rape him n, now ... he's ravin with doubt ... cuz i got this -PUSSY RUNNIN-BACK HOME- like |STEPHEN DAVIS'S HOUSE|..!! (damn...running back for panthers - feline, hence pussy)
stop, you're a waste, kid ... choppin ya face, quik ... and have X fuckin -scared to check in- like |NERVOUS HOSPITAL PATIENTS|..!!
Answer - known to clap gats ... and smack fags ... cuz X couldnt -make a stand- with |2 KINGS IN BLACKJACK|...!!
you bet this ho's dyin ... cuz i leave ya testicles tightened ... *reach for the stars kid* cuz X couldnt -TOUCH THE BELT- if he |SLEPT WITH ORION|..!!
DI? well, they're slammed ... you think you'll see the belt in your hand!? ... this match is simply -account (a count) down to ya death- like |HEALTHCARE PLANS|..!! (Ouch...)
this kid bestin me? ... pftt, I wreck this G ... *Hell*, im'a -dance with the devil- just to prove |DAMIAN cant STEP TO ME|..!! (DAYUM ... his name is damian)
I'm fast to neglect ... the wack n the pests ... cuz I'm known to -CROSS X'S LINES- a fuckin |GRAPH INTERCEPT|..!!
leave you weary, bleedin, WHAT!? ... X dont fear me? please, ya guts ... got nothin to do with it -- cuz like -MALE STREAKERS- the whole *site* can |CLEARLY SEE YOU'RE (your) NUTS|..!!
i smash gay kids ... fck it this fag's wasted ... lets be real yo -- last time X -MASTERED A FORUM(form)- was his fuckin |LAST GRADE SKIP|..!! (damn...in the carribeans they go by forms instead of grades)

Next -- dude, you're So ... Dead -- loser's old ... Sheeit -- last time there was a -COMMOTION ABOUT X- was at the |TENTH SUPERBOWL|..!! (the super bowl uses roman numerals - X being 10)

XV:
Got ya *Showin Team Spirit* as the *Shots Kill ya Rosters*!..
Holla Fame?..there's *No Sign of Answer* like *Got Milk? Posters*!!
My Gage Trails ya!..so i Got Yu *Facing Death* but ya *Image is Pailer*!..
Cuz like *Retarded London Security Guards*..i leave ya *Holding an Image of Failure*!!
Yu *Mutillate ya Skills* when yu Upload the *Insults to ya Drops*!..
Givin *High Fives to Karate Students*..Only time You'll ever *Kata Pulse to the Top*!!
Yur *Elevation Leads to Death* cuz I'm *Killin the Ranks*!..
i would tell *Answer* to *Stick to his Guns*!..but he needs to *Fill in the Blanks*!!
Like a *Confused Bass Tourney*..ya takin *Hooks from Opponents*!..
I'll *Hold an Empty Pesticide Can over Ants(ans)* and leave him *Shook for the Moment*!!
Yu *Apologised for ya Weak Punches*..So all of ya *Fights i Forgive*!..
Cuz like the *Ashes of an Abortion Child* Yu haven't *Urn the Right to Live*!!
Make the site *Picture Yu Dead* as I Put the *Gage to ya Art*!..
the Clips got yu *Holding Yur Emotions*..like *Contestants on Change of Heart*!!

DEAD MAN - OXYGEN BLUES
inhale


try to repent or die where you rest. writing for stress
cyanide vitamin X - Mr. Myers presents: macabre microchip sense
five of them, yes - taste the silence of death
touch pollutants. tight grip around Osiris's breath
how can it hurt when you don't even have a life to regret?
strove to catch a break and caught a virus instead
is circumstance or instinct why we strive for success,
we buy to possess. which price is the best? excitement or sex?
acrylic surface canvassing inside of my chest
framework force-fucked by impact like a bicycle wreck
nag champa incense, psycho, dyslexic, wives to dissect
lying in beds. white sheets stained with their myelin in shreds
lighting the cess, copa cabana, island events
nitrogen dipped white owls, high powered, hydrogen vents
hybrid of flesh, soda cans, bronchitis and strep
lighters to flick, connections to make, vaginas to wet
migrant dimensional, we're here for now, the cycle is set
psychic ascents to higher frequencies. Disciple the dense,
Blacketh the blind, Gawdian grandiose, entitled to flex
He who died for false enlightenment and tried to repent.


exhale
__________________

I got the golden touch of Midas cut in King Tuts likeness
a titan thrustin Poseidon's Triton, my third eye's blink flood Osiris
im Icarus at his highest facing the degrees of Phoenix
Gabriel's shift to Mohammed's genius doding Judas's sneak to Jesus
using the speed of cheetahs; this king gloats with cobras
Abe Vigoda's prime on his throne as Frankenstein within his throat ambrosia
the Ethiopian omen of Halie Selassie smokin with Odin
swallowing the stones of Cronus holding the serpent on the bow of Moses
crossing Noah's ocean inside the spoken whale of Jonah
pestilence, death of the first born, darkness, blood, toads, hail n locusts
I'm the Torah's horror, the Quran's quandary and bible's rival
a genesis as a testament to the book of revelations embracing Baal's revival
Salem's own angel dust addict doing tetrodetoxin black magic
wreaking metropolitan mass havoc making Babylon resemble a bad accident
sack the Vatican's only father's holy water and tarnish the well
if thats not a big bang for evolution, I'm colluding on mutants with Darwin in hell

Sinacog
 

The Tigris River flow, every line delivers prose
Wisest king since Solomon, divine - and quick I rose
A stoic of colossal stature, complete - with every godly pattern
I'm what Sphinx's call a master, with every thought that's plastered
I command the sea's to form tornadoes of water, for my exact kingdom is favored and conquered
The earth has cradled a monster, half devil - half angel that's sovereign.
I'm the fable that's somber, written as an epic tale by Homer himself
I am the poet of self, that is historically known for his wealth
I've shown it in health, to be the greatest person to ever live
Moving mountains with my psychic gift, to establish the world's design exists
I am righteous with every cast of the sun, holding the planet as one
I have vanished and made every wrath that has come, even held the earth steady - till' the rapture was done
Nothing escapes my 3rd eye, as it scopes for death and bludgeoned
I have the earth's timeline - etched in numbers - and the future kept in slumber.
I am the demi-god of the 9th dimension, coming from Heaven's gates
Everyone is in peace, with their every faith.

Foundation; archipelago; dinosaur inhabitance with flying birds
I am first, the Angel and demon; accord of Jesus - Osiris's first
The phoenix, bird of prey, with burning grace; Heaven's son
The higher echelon, diminishing evil; burning the seven suns
The future is held by I; Andrew - a christian of good moral
For the person that was born, was free of sin; God's child
I am a good soul, making evil people good souls
For every bad person that died; were left; good ghosts
I am an Angel, free of sin; battling evil spirits and deities
For I remember the crucifixion; that made Jesus King
I am a saint, doing good deeds with blessed grace
For I am a disciple, and everything I've learned from Jesus; has been a lesson made
I am Andrew, a good person; a poet of freedom and cleanliness
I have Christmas cherished, for winter is the season of endlessness
I am Alabaster stone, I put hell's fire out in a water lake
I am a good christian, devouring snakes

Andrew James Flores; perfect and imperfect - submerging with the surface
Emerging with a purpose; eating a apple; and learning from a serpent
He's vast in knowledge and skill, Murder, Suicide; He probably kill
Honored at will, and with grace? a Angel; solemn and skilled
Conquering illness's and diseases with miracles and divinity
He could feel the holy ghost and it's trinity; and is holding your destiny
3rd Eye on Mount Sinai; clouds part from the blue sky's - blue light
For plight will diminish into dust; when the truth dies
I am knowledgeable from eating apples, but never the one from Eden
I am a disciple and philosopher; holding the hand of God; and son - Jesus
In the winter season; I prayed with Jesus Christ; to see the light
I am a Angel, and battled devils; appeasing the might; like a thief in the night
I am humble in my humility and humanity; battling calamities
For I hold death for death; to prevent a tragedy
I battle demons in the winter season; and I made their fiery souls freeze to death
I went to hell with a sword; sought Satan; then seized his breath
I am a poet; and enlightened man; holding on to the sands of time
For my tears of joy; could turn the envious green grass divine
I have Solomon's wisdom; a man; a hopeful reverend
I will always be happy, and I will know joy; when I see Heaven

I am a member of Christianity, I'll spark the ember for humanity
The gracious god of freedom, my spirit remembers my philanthropy
I'd never let the atrophy, strike my nerves in the system
My words are the wisdom, in the earth's mass addition
The sky birth's the mission, to make everything peaceful
I bring light to the innocent people, in every blessed steeple
I am flowered in fortitude, I bring joy every time
The grass is the source of dew, that makes everything shine
I create world's far and wide, you can see them with the stars in the night
I am the heart of the white, bringing every czar to the might
Everything is splendid, I make Kingdom's sparkle in sight
I am the pinnacle of divinity, always harboring life
I honor the light, and bring it to everyone's destiny
I gather flowers of light, the spawn of everyone's energy
I am the truth of triumph, having everything well
The beacon of hope, balancing everyone's scale

Sini
 

Metamorphosis

* * *

Caterpillar of June, your metamorphosis soon
Just picture early July, a butterfly from a cocoon
Mother's rise up from her womb, summer skies to flutter through
The sun defining wondrous hues of color bright-umber maroon

Tinted wings under the noon; set over your speckles love
Same pattern that courses through, the coat of the leopard cub
Though a modest cub alone conceals his pride, mother knows
Him and his brothers grow, to out-shine the sun a million times

The brightest of sons; blessed and born with a brilliant mind
The flicker of serpent toungues, and jealous reptilian eyes
Don't phase him- no he's not sized, up by their silly disguise
They try simulating his hide; true colors, chameleons hide

How they yearn to see the shine of her pure and genuine scales
Hidden more as her outside cover forms ambiguous tales
Telling Shieks she's so majestic; shown respected by the Kings
But all to see's, a soul repressed in the holds of sinewless shell

Feeling naked without her cheetah's pelt
'O little lizard, just be yourself

* * *

Wear your natural raiment; you need'a shelf your wardrobe
Your outfit's amazin', but I think'ya scales're more-so
So youngin', don't be shy; show those scales with head up high
Carry through like you were fit to grace the Palace of Versaille

You could play the part of Peasant, or take reign amongst the Princes
'Till the days of Armaggedon, set your name upon descendants
But only you can choose, how you change and how you grow
Shaping form in your cocoon as metamorphosis unfolds

* * *

There's nothing out of your reach, 'O joey koala bear
One day you'll climb up those trees, and won't need'ya momma there
Or cling along ensnared, around her belly to peak the Eucalyptus;
One of seasoned-will, to Spring until the leaves of Autumn fare

By then, I bid you fare-well; both you and chickadee too
Who can finally fiend for himself, and leave his rickety roost
Where mother taught him the ropes; showed him how to use his wings
And sail the sky's saluted seas, of an endless entity blue

Within serenity's view; the vultures, they seem surprised
They can't believe that they've seen, such a smaller being survive
In a wind dominion which thrives with low prey when predators lurk
And the tits ascended this high as voracious Emperors perch

Couldn't possibly stand a chance; wouldn't author a second glance
But he's no longer marked as prey, because his momma sparked his flame
Like the young dragon respires, when his lungs lavish with fire
Whether a rider or a kaiser, know he's gotta harness reign

Though your name, 'O little dragon, many question exists;
You can breathe life to your legend and myth

Show them the genuine hue, that construes your very scales
Shining too true to be viewed as consumed of fairy tale
Beauties you've barely dwelled; blesséd you're still a youngin'
Still yet to every swell, sense of what you're becomin'

Either they'll show you praise, blazing their wooden trumpets
Or hate your belly blaze; flame that they couldn't stomach
But never hide it, seeing 'em blinded by your brilliance
'O no- Just press'ya pride and, be reminded by chameleon;

* * *

To wear your natural raiment; you need'a shelf your wardrobe
Your outfit's amazin', but I think'ya scales're more-so
So youngin', don't be shy; show those scales with head up high
Carry through like you were fit to grace the Palace of Versaille

You could play the part of Peasant, or take reign amongst the Princes
'Till the days of Armaggedon, set your name upon descendants
But only you can choose, how you change and how you grow
Shaping form in your cocoon as metamorphosis..

Unfolds.

Tryptophan



[Act 1; Of Slumber]

There's a land where troubles don't exist, though shortly that recedes
As a memoir of my slumber state which morning's wrath besieged;
Thus, I lust the tune which Umber'd play and lull me back asleep
Now people notice, even under day's patrol, he's basked in dream

Catching Z's, caught when I'm conscious; someone told me that's extreme
Counting minutes as the clock-ticks, but it's only passin' three
New-found attention in my watch-wrist, 'cause as lonely as it seems
I've a companion in that zodiac regime

See, as the seconds flicker by, horizons pan to black from blue
Some accustom to the skies, but we, as Cancers have the moon
Whisperin' to us, "Close your eyes," until I am, at last consumed
I should've known to no surprise, we walk this land's expanse subdued

Wanderin' astray through a mirage of Paradise that seems so real
When we bathe in dream's ambrosia streams and seas of daffodils
Feast from their nectar to appease, an emptiness that we don't feel
Until Luna makes her retreat, and reality's factored still

Still my mind clings to those sweet saccharine fields; cloud by its lurking haze
A sensation that I'm still dreaming, even during day
Except that dream's become a nightmare that I yearn escape;
Keeping curtains hanged, 'cause the blinds perish thy burning rays

* * *

Once more, I'm mourning for Night's absence; thirst for her embrace
Woke up this morning and time-passed since, all my lusts condemn
For I'm too focused, fiending the fruit of the serpent's taste
Fair-warned nightfall tonight, I just might not wake up again

'Cause I don't ask whether my doting is condoning
I'm left dozing from a dosage of a dozen hundred-miligrams
I just know I need somewhere to chill; to take a trip to fan
And so I take a little Tryptophan

[Act 2; Of Ideal]

Ink bleeds into beasts as the pen is jotting schemes;
I re-read what I've brought to being, heed each sentence caught in dreams
Honestly deemed, I wish what I'd written depicted conscious things
Not only reveries I give image, when I'm in this lost ravine

Given expression is a freedom, and a feeling artists need
But it's repressed, because I've witnessed how my visions are decieved;
How my perspective is so fixed-in, that what's real is gone unseen
Now I'm obsessed with the consensus to a fence's hopping sheep

Modus operandi struggles, of one bound to fantasizing blues
Who paints settings with dreamer's eyes; believes the canvas lie is true
Concieves distorted portraits, nothing like the land's horizon view
And yet, its word is breathed through each vignette I am reciting to

Another side tells me: There's nothing wrong with chimeras expressed;
That I've no heart without these lusts- that they're the light-bearer; accept
That I've no soul without their touch- their need is like heroin, yes!
I've breathed the reason that I breathe, which means my prime error's regret

Telling me: I can tell- you feel you've fallen to Typhon's cell
You're trapped to all your fantasies; they've wrought your mind and sight repelled
But they've shed you their light amidst the darkness; your Orion's Belt
They've freed you, can't you see? The only entrapment, is life itself!

Yet even deep inside, that side couldn't say I've an honest quill
I'm mad at every inked sentence spurt from my feather; thoughts instilled
But I'm not mad, because I've been grant so madly obsessed with dreams,
But by the fact, no matter how I will them true.. they aren't real

* * *

Because of that, I hate everything bled out by the ink's account
Those words were from my heart, and now my heart is fucking bleeding out
But so much blood's being flown, nothing's left of me from the ceased amount;
Conscious eased-out my mind.. pinned-down under beasts of the sleeping bout

For dreams on my dome I've been doting, grant condolence
By condoning I'm left dozing from each anecdote; my wishes grant
Let me indulge within a dosage; don't antidote me from distant lands
'O, I just need a little Tryptophan

--

Ballad Of The Northern Lights

* * *

And they dance, And they step (x3)
To the right, to the left

Where the stream of light that's known as the Aurora Borealis
Beaconed bright over the northern fjord surroundin' shimmers fro
And the glow to sheets of white tonin' a warmer morning balance
Breaches night, lull of a laureled story's ballad then unfolds;

With a soul, who should've been sleeping; see, the cold keeps him restless
Yet warmth of the sky's scarlet, emeraldish-gold gleamin' presence
Falls over him like a blanket, making sanctum from his anguish;
Embracing its cadence takes him from the Pole's freezing deathgrip

Like the feeling of a live and breathing soul reaching Heaven
Burning away restraints, and holds, of frosted snow he's been fledged with
Absorbed in its sheer fluorescence, as his woes feast in ecsta-
sy's Depression-ensheathing sheets wove of hope, dream and zest bliss

For this frozen oceanshore, where Winters seldom show remorse
Their aureate sight supports a torch; beaconed bright, offering force
Heat ignites, hearts're endorsed, and even night's darkness is shunned
For a peacock's feathers paint the looming rays of Luna's lungs

Exhaling the Sun's vibrance, 'til her breath ceases at dawn
As he fights his weary eyelids, will-surpressed sleep is prolonged
But anything, to stay awake, and marvel, for tonight
Under those dancing Northern Lights,

'O what a sight

Sitting beside it while it shimmers fro is so inspiring;
Flickering skies enticing him to loathing closing his eyelids
Dance; so indulged inside its moment, time is frozen by its
Trance, and his old desire's form of flying molds his spine and

Stance; as he arches upward he howls, but not 'cause of the pain
But 'cause he calls out to the Lights, he's freed what was restrained
Sprouting out his back, a set of wings is outstretched
He spreads their magnificence, and extends a reach without breadth

Then takes off; what was once the distant-beauty which he used to only
Gaze on, he'll soon dance with 'til they've ceded by the hues of morning's
Late dawn; through majestic streams of essence breathed from Luna's soul, he
Stays strong, 'cause their coalescence ain't long, 'long as he's kept this

Same song by his heart, the beat'll lift him up when cumbered;
Rhythm gives him reason why his wings should fight fatigue and flutter
Winter's grip secedes as choirs sing beside the freezin' Tundra;
It's a blessing, like a stray fallen to the open arms which mothered

He hugs her; to endure is self-assured by what her chorus cites,
"You'll feel no pain, or heel your chains, or any sorta strife
'Long as you soar amongst aurora of the fjord aflight";
Under those prancing Northern Lights,

For just tonight

Being alone, watching her dance hither such,
He thus advanced through the expanse, offering his hand's tender touch
Folding his arms around her shoulders like she did when he was colder
Then he told her, "We're both loners, and I can't render much

To repay you; what I can do is hold you close until you say so
See, I know you're fond of dancing, and know it takes two to tango
So- I ask you permission, if it'd be all right, for if
You'd took my clench, and we'd step to until the dawn strikes mornin'"

She mourns her sense of bliss; woe revealing this lonely feeling,
Whispering, "What you ask me is my only willing; hold me 'til receding hours
When morning's hilt ensheathes and towers our ebon-soaked refuge
And need permission not, for I've been blessed, for stepping close to you

Your subtle touch soothéd my spirit; slowly mends whatever gash
Let your frorn endeavors fade from flame my sparkling beacon casts;
Let the Arctic region's farthest reaches wither woes which passed
And 'til tomorrow's surfaced, treat our night tonight like it's our last"

So they dance, to the ballad's chorus creatures of the frorn recite;
Singing a song across the Winters, as the wolves're smite
Treating the night like it's his last, the soul, who holds her tight
Over those glancing Northern Lights;

Those lust for flight

They gather 'round howling together, muzzles toward the moon;
Even Heaven's ears are pierced by chorus that these wolves sing
The soul heeds to the words emitted through the chorus interlude,
Which spoke of how they yearned to dance with them, and grow their own wings

He remembers being like these other wolves; a stray, abound alone
Who'd marvel at the Northern Lights, with other gazers down below
Then learned to make the pain ease; embraced his will and made wings
So, in hope that every gazer and dreamer could do the same thing,

He says to them, "By woe, your will is clouded still
Try to imagine Heaven's bliss, and get a sense of how it feels;
See, if you forget about the coldness of the northern fjord surroundin'
You can extend your wings, and dance with thee, Aurora Borealis"

And they listen; and they let go of their woes and any sorta strife
Forging their freedom from the führer, frorn of former life
Just for tonight, their wings are outstretched, and it's down-fetched
For the souls of wolves to soar amongst aurora of the fjord aflight

The first wolf, and every soul which was alone alike;
Laughing with eachother while they prance, and hold her tight
Their little feet step to the left, and then step toward the right,
Dancing with the Northern Lights

*Laugh*

And they dance, And they step (x3)
To the right, to the left

To the Ballad..
To the Ballad!..
To the Ballad Of The Northern Lights