[Certain]

go out and live today and tell me how it felt
I'll be bullshitting with Icarus until I'm allowed to melt
he lets me fly when it's night time, and that's a hand a coward's dealt
but if it's Now or knelt I'll always choose the moon from its clouded veldt

The rhyming here felt forced. The opening line was very good, and the “bullshitting with Icarus” turn of phrase was slick. But none of the rhymes felt earned or metaphorically sound and complete.

waxing crescent wax poetic, masters degree but I can't master effort
pillory salt propensity - please pass the pepper
leagues back my granddad shook hands with lepers
now all I got are trite words like "nothing lasts forever”
relapsed pretender of finding honor in searching

Much better four-bar scheme here. I’ve noticed that not living up to our grandfathers is the plague of millennials, since most of our parents were relatively unimpressive by comparison. The words (and rhymes) are crisp and smooth, but the sentiments sting with relatable feeling.

through the wrinkles between freedom's lies and honest internment

Very cool words. Not much meaning.

wandering merchant, wasting time still pondering purpose
while I wait in the checkout line to buy some laundry detergent
go on to the surface, don't look down. nothing really matters if
dissecting X factors just establishes more asterisks

The closing line here was fantastic. The image set with the laundry detergent was, too. This was the best four-line run of the piece.

go ahead and laugh at this, pack a bowl and have a rip
the pastor's boy's a masochist, pass the plate and crack the whip
nothing ever happens. it's, all lost in the aggregate

Good rhyming, thin substance. But it closed out the first stanza well.

the eucharist is useless if the flesh is whet from bruises sipped

Nah.

taste the irony of blood - close your eyes, get used to it
feel the spirit when the music hits, the exploration's lost at sea
while every hope and dream you have is whittled down to "possibly"
theodicy idiocracy, an apoplectic apology

This was OK. Pulling back on rhyming in order to strengthen your syntax would have helped.

the end is near, own it - live life on the edge of an apostrophe

The best line of the piece. This is so damn clever.

if I'm being modest - these days I feel like a dead man -
prying verses open till my eyes are hurtin, hoping that I'll feel like @dead man
...till I re-read what I wrote and realize I'm just suspended in quicksand
more alive than dead but still somewhere in stasis
mind is always elsewhere but I can't manage to place it

This section felt like you let yourself get off topic into some writing-about-writing, then acknowledged the lack of focus because that’s the way stream of consciousness works.

to say it's a spaceship is bullshit, this isn't space it's a pulpit
and I've been finding I have less and less to say in adulthood
so I pretend that it's all good - Monday will be better this time

Great little run here.

cuz knowing nothing is dope when I can dress it in my cleverest rhymes

This piece warranted something better than “cleverest” as the penultimate word.

Well, @quaker oats, there were a lot of flashes here, but it felt very scattershot and half-considered. That, of course, was part of the point, but that doesn’t mean I am going to let you off the hook for it. Your rhyming is always great, but some moments felt forced and others felt slightly stretched.