puke

[Eŋg]

don't write with a pencil,
scribe with the mental's
violent potential,
mine is essential.
- your mind is a rental,
who pays the rent?
say again?
A-LI-ENS?
maybe them.
you don't know you're crazy then
- you don't know your radiance.
join the ranks of lazy men
if you don't do the work.
i puke a verse of putrid words
until the verb usage flares
like kuja teared through the view of earth.
synodic, synoptic darkness of the lunar year.
bring light. i'm a luminary.
pinch to double-check i'm still human here,
show me a pauper about whom the affluent care.
we are sick, but no influenza.
just proposed influencers.
juxtaposed, the truth subverts.
stunted growth; you're soon interred.
fuck it though, Eŋg move the earth
with a gust of wind when i let loose a verse,
think lucifer can do the worst?
no greater enemy in the universe
than the loss of human worth
- who can hurt you more than yourself?
God gave me wings but instead i flew to dirt,
digging through... my mood deterred,
assume you were - through the glare -
someone with whom you could share
an embrace with. maybe that's basic.
love isn't lost,
just been too long since you faced it.