Visions 1
 

Move with power. Iron microphone stallion, villain valor vigorous.
Hills with hogs peel the iris out of a taxi cab with savior sneering in the shadow of his steering wheel,
with digits spread to a seventy second interval pinnacle,
but flipped to represent the quest for sky.The earth's your home,
indigenous immigrants. Heaven lives in the people.

Live. Sometimes it's hard to give. Sometimes the scars on my eyelids,
won't let me see fine things. I'm striving, knowing that at the end of my time I will by dying
and no one knows what's after,
I hope I make the best of it, in fact I bet that if i rejected this
life I live and give it faster,
I'd be treated with laughter and applause in the after life if its possible to happen like some say.
One day.
I'll make it. Fuck sitting here and wishing for shit to just materialize,
I was born with a superior mind, But i chose to live delirious, Wasn't blind,
I rejected the sight by hiding shine in my minds interior, Lifted my minds eye to heights of cultists,
through natural development I traveled through dimensional core rips,
exploring a place where time and space was moving forward faster than my actions, my action was forward,
traveling at speeds unfathomed by current physics,
instinctually I crashed because the path of the wicked is one that I am tempted into because I lack courage,
I couldn't keep the focus to find the end of the vast flourishing flora plethora of magnetic webbing,
sending thoughts within and out of a setting of self parallax. Paralyzed.
But after this I never mastered it.
And my head would pound every time i tried to travel again, I dabbled in sin,
A masochist that attacked his kin subconsciously.
Drenching myself in prophecy, Once thought of seas as calmed and eased,
Now the water scene is haunting me, lucid dreams,
crashing through the vacuum of a ten story stacked dune of liquid grimace,
waking in a white room to dissipating sight cubes, before the vision finished

This gave my brain a blowie. Not like a regular blow job. But like with green lips. Yellow slime. Black beady eyes. An alien blow j if you will. Didn't feel a few parts but that's neither here nor there. Stay up mr. Scat man

im on the fence with where you were going with this. i tend to be partial to great rhyme schemes, which this lacked consistently. it may be the structure. not sure but i liked it more than i didnt. keep working bro.