THE OPEN MIC CYPHER

[UnbornBuddha]

Baptized in the heaviest sin
So, I manifested disease in the earliest mist
I couldn't cure myself with heavenly deeds
But instead of grief, I extended my means
To have the chance to come to serenity's reach.
How can you have true eternity peace
When before your eyes entities bleed?
Galaxies and entire dimensions of heaven recede
To find myself, I fall into a deep depression and sleep
Counting endless sheep as I hellishly dream
Only to awaken to the stampede of elephant feet.
It's no wonder, I sought prophetic release
Through anesthesia, ketamine bliss
That has me reciting every T.S. Eliot speech.
The bitter alkaloids in the medicine tea
Are either my soul's remedy or its entropy
The doorway to hell and heaven has the same skeleton key
Every pestilence has relevant meaning, pertinent schemes
That show what you need to do as a final errand to leave.
This Chrohn's stomach pains is how I'll inevitably be free
The bones in my body dwindle as the minerals leech
It's not a glitch, but a feat for my medical team.
So sick, I speak krokodil ills for the general fiend
That does terrible things just to spike his dopamine
Even as the desomorphine eats through his edible cheeks
Until, all that's left exposed is his terrible teeth.
I tried to become a master of the universe like Skeletor did
Only to find myself drowning in my predator's piss.
Never to find myself high in my competitors list
I don't care, I only mention it to make the metaphor fit
My brain hemisphere's binge on secular flings
Which usually involves every kind of temperature drink.
My constitutional reservoirs sink
Next morning, I attempt a cellular cleanse
In the hope, purification makes my neuro messengers sense
The end, of ingesting poisons that have become a regular thing.
How I can tell the toxicity is my bluish tinted venomous lips
Is it me, or do others also question how questioners live?
Show me your empty old fridge, take a cellular pic
Just prove what you profess through a rememberable lens.
I often go to seminars where all this rich pensioners spin their tale
Of how to attain the richest wealth, its all buffoonery, yet we see it dwell.
Our hopes of one day flying with angels is feeding hell,
The creatures smell our fears and come to zero into our hero tale.
I recently got in an accidental affair, a fight if you will, mental despair
As a grave injury has me trying to get my retinas spared;
The antennas that reflect every molecular pair
Sadly, I was denied medicare "care."
Hearing this news, my entire character wears out
And I begin to question justice's fair route.
-Cheer up: others blare out,
So frustrated at their idiocy, my nostrils flare out.
Welcome, to my nightmare house
Where every scene in your mind has a dare bout.
In, which you refuse to back down from the peril
What else is there to expect from the son of the pharaoh?
I don't run from my foes, I run from the barrel
That has the neighborhood kids turning glum as a scarecrow.
I'm not into women with mascara,
They look like chimeras.
I can't bear the sight of mask wearers,
I mean what's left of my eyes scleras,
Truth is,
I want everything big condensed into a one-time melody bit
I don't even care if it's a celebrity hit.
So many lines begin with I because that's my heavenly limb
Yet, I often think if I mentally exist or am I just an energy myth,
A nuclear reactor of emotion meant to fuel my enemy's ship.
But, even if that's true, at least I should be grateful my legacy lives
After all,
Supremacy is overrated as I carelessly drift into incoherency's grip
Now, it seems like I'm reading a psychotherapy script
That holds within it, the doctrine that we all momentarily live
For the purpose of sincerely hoping we temporarily matter
As we secondarily squander our time in what doesn't necessarily matter.
The smell of amber rains heavy on our soul,
On a voyage to the end of our approach
As languor sends us on a boat that mentally floats on what we apparently​ loathe.