I'm split, Torn with a thorn in the side,
Visualizing thoughts; vivid porn in each rhyme,
A perplexed mind, nimbly striking key's,
Thought provokes chivalry as I'm writing this beat,
A hum and a whistle; a skipping stone thrown at a picture,
A most confused muse when knowledge has grown into ripples,
Reaching uncharted depths, writing feeds a ravenous soul,
And the apex is met by gathering accolades...
from the matter composed, but...
The hook, line and sinker is the dust storm covering roads,
I've the cognizance to turn back when the path is exposed,
I posses too much soul for poems, and rap is merely fun,
So the fine line between withering and full bloom depends on the sun
Will she scorch my leaves? Giving a fine char to bark,
Or play coy, and send sporadic kisses when clouds part?
I've grown from a bud, sprouted freely in this dream-scape,
The best of both worlds, “Heaven on Earth” is cliché,
I'm well fed in summer rays, my limbs bask on the beach,
The waves sooth my roots as fish devour sap released,
I'm relaxed on beat, a cool breeze in summers eve,
A tranquil verbalist with depth beneath a coral reef,
No story told, no character built from the sand of time,
No twisted plot or killer rhyme, Just swimming thoughts combined,
A dusty dialect or sandy slang; My toolbox will never change,
I build castles using calligraphy, a foreign colloquy exchange,
My currency’s' my words, constructing Disneyland with spit,
A habitual linguist, where monetary value rushes under the bridge,
I exist...Purposefully, I dangle, a covered canvas,
A story told, a vision wrote, a man composed these lovely stanzas,
If rain is food, then pouring sweat into verse is a feast,
And I'll indulge, until my papyrus...
Is a song...in hand written ink.
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~Angel Fall~
Imagine having two hands without self control,
An accomplice of death scrolls – Consoling souls,
Contriving plans – Striving to abolish, ungodly man,
Repent or be damned – The intent to withstand;
A heavenly being swinging demonic extremities,
Double edged fork tongue’s digging graves incessantly,
Representing respectfully – The Apples inner core,
Your cancer is of course; freedom without cords,
No puppeteer controls; No master blueprint,
Just a choice, choose wrong and – I am whose sent,
Contortion of laws; abortion and Fraud,
Love broken – The shards used for fucking – Raw,
Aids created by flaws. Stop berating your god,
Parading a facade that all's forgiven when asked for,
Blasphemous; I'm the right hand who get's the last word,
Double standard – “Shalt not Kill” – Unless I'm commanded.
“Eloi, lama sabacthani”. God damn it!
My heart strings tug, with every grave I dug,
I've no joy in being both verdict and judge,
I'm the gavel and sentence, his unwavering premise,
Work's unblemished; your choices see that it's endless.
“My Brother...Please; Listen...
I see you don't agree with your primary function,
Destroying the free-willed for choosing corruption,
The assumption here, is that they'll all be good,
But they're individuals, so that's, well...Misunderstood,
Because without evil, there's no point in Heaven,
They were created flawed, therefore, they're our peasants.
Samael,
What's been your purpose after HIS sacrifice?
They sin, “repent”; then are cleansed for after life,
You were deemed obsolete the day he arose,
So I purpose we fly free; and flutter coast to coast,
What's the point of wings, if we're locked in a cage?
HE wants US to flee, and keep Earth as OUR slave”...
Day became night, sun blackened by fright,
Winged Gods rule skies, taking women as a prize,
Waves topple land, Mountains; cower in fear,
Earth trembles as the conqueror’s enter the atmosphere,
Clouds part like Red Sea, Oceans devour the weak,
Thunder rolls as lightning folds monoliths to crumbling heaps,
No rapture; The lucky... Slain in haste,
The rest captured and chained for praising grace,
Arch Angel
Belial; Earth's new king is home,
The sky; his throne. Human; merely a stepping stone.
As day's pass, revolution never came to fruition,
God gave man choice, now worship
Apollyon...
Or die with Religion...