THE OPEN MIC CYPHER

[Mr. J]

Forgotten technique founded where the Gods & dead meet
I’m lost in the week, presently pleasant, Oxymoronic relief
I dance in the stream; I dance in my dream. Grasping defeat…
On the branch of a tree, my soul settles in the Alaskan ravines
Basking in weed, excuse me as I start to emasculate the weak
I’m slappin you sheep for the red hood & your basket of treats
Down where the basilisks breed the mirror is laughing at me
I battle my greed but cant, this love has enchanted my needs
I’m humanities leap from the deepest sink hole, that ravaging beast.
With the gnash of his teeth he could devour the last of the east
Machine guns’ blastin the beach, as the town abandons the streets
Time does the damaging deed but that just mechanics the machine
Keeps you unbalanced at least until you get battered & leaned.
As the chapter proceeds the task is met but you can’t even retreat
Look at all you managed to be as the youth become the act you repeat
Scattered by cheap dreams & cheat sheets from satellite leak feeds
The vision is conquest but you only focus matter on these weak leads