Title: "XXX"
Crack-a Jack Napier’s jest, laughter in a sadist’s bed,
Beauty’s only cimm deep, sleeping with the razor’s edge,
Apply pressure to wounds, schoolin ya’ll lecherous fools,
Licorice twist, bodies flip to something Escher would do,
Impetuous fuse’s burning, so dreams fester at noon,
Like an itch, Life’s a bitch, I scratch n’pleasure a few,
Scars remember the past, cracked n’severed they grew-
Black as leather Tim boots, till mourning weathers the dew-
Tear droplets mass unlatched from fear’s locket of brass,
Rock deep in God’s pocket beyond Mir’s rocket of gas,
Thrust to thighs, ride in a cockpit through lustful eyes,
Sky glide a sun’s sweat slide, Dust’ll fly!
Blood ruby blush over drive, open wide rush alive,
Universal moving flush infused to touch, push aside-
Atoms to breathe, In patterns seen of Adam n’ Eve-
Gathered a batter of seed from all that mattered is Me.
Loominary
Merry go twisting rhythms like idiom vixens
Spin the mix in aerial flipped stereo systems
Foreplayed words bathe, lotharios lip them
Buried below, Cimm’s scenario flows,
Digging burial abodes, warm welcoming home
Apropos I suppose to throw a hell of a show
Heaven scented a sentence which syllables grow
Sweet moses! Concrete rose petals float
Like red seas that bled freestyles in a stroke
Medleys that I speak, easy as el em en o
Blending a flow like a segment of smoke
Into your soul, hold... blown out though your nose
Hot rocks of coal go stop, drop and roll
Turned diamond rings, gleam on wives of kings
Life seems a lively theme in my vibrant dreams
Until on screen’s the final scene vinyl scream.
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Adam Infinite
Stroke my ego and die, apoplectic wise
Eclectic rhymes spoon feed anorexic minds
Ingest and jive, my lines dance electric slide
While live wires perspire summer sweat July
March your way? December’s mine it seems then
On the darkest of days May we blend our seasons
Fall to pieces, death’s like an end to Eden
When men Spring to life in a rise of reason
Punnishment’s reword is a tax of drudgery
So circumcised dreams bleed in laps of luxury
Can’t clean the stains, trying to change the genes
But threads of fate weave to recreate the seams
Of the seeds we sow, conceived hope an Eve ago
Grown fruits of our labor, blown from trees below
Flowed from the heart though ink aint making a stain
Knowing my name’s too dope to be taken in vein.
…Hey.
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