THE OPEN MIC CYPHER

Wise Wiggles · 04-20-2015, 03:06 PM

This ain't checkers, or chess
bigger than you like wreckage of webs
never really favored the texture of death
been seeing moon peeping sun birth, westward is left
idk but saw the title spirit toxin
Knock knock, you're life's greatest fear just logged in
party time. Take this beer & hop in
I spit this steam out til the mirrors are foggy
Tons of crazy miracles,
dating back nine hundred & eighty years ago
just love when baby deep throats
lovey dovey couple d a ys then peace broke
this that stitching in the gutter slang, each stroke
fucking zombie cat of pale chalk
throw your ugly body at a mailbox
Grubbing, laundry, dabs & face fucks
sunrise retina slouching in a country slab of wake ups
Blotter acid, what the fest
Toxic fabric, tongue, digest
Coffin blues
Almost noon, this sun dies yet
this the sun's day, rest
like slackers do 24/7 life-milk
perfecting the art of doing nothing, expert time kill
So many head aches & worries pressure Wise still
Here's some comfy advice: never let your Dice spill
don't gamble in ghost shadows
relax and write the waves that mows castles
dope planet. Hold back tears & hold candles
good bye, all your things.
Guess they call this a little life altering
Mind's adios'd. Usually zoned out & a corpse
1,000 miles away, producing stog' clouds on the porch

04-20-2015, 03:06 PM	#1
Wise Wiggles nok Su kow Join Date: Jan 2013 Posts: 4,505 Battle Record: 1-1 Rep Power: 51788022	This ain't checkers, or chess bigger than you like wreckage of webs never really favored the texture of death been seeing moon peeping sun birth, westward is left idk but saw the title spirit toxin Knock knock, you're life's greatest fear just logged in party time. Take this beer & hop in I spit this steam out til the mirrors are foggy Tons of crazy miracles, dating back nine hundred & eighty years ago just love when baby deep throats lovey dovey couple d a ys then peace broke this that stitching in the gutter slang, each stroke fucking zombie cat of pale chalk throw your ugly body at a mailbox Grubbing, laundry, dabs & face fucks sunrise retina slouching in a country slab of wake ups Blotter acid, what the fest Toxic fabric, tongue, digest Coffin blues Almost noon, this sun dies yet this the sun's day, rest like slackers do 24/7 life-milk perfecting the art of doing nothing, expert time kill So many head aches & worries pressure Wise still Here's some comfy advice: never let your Dice spill don't gamble in ghost shadows relax and write the waves that mows castles dope planet. Hold back tears & hold candles good bye, all your things. Guess they call this a little life altering Mind's adios'd. Usually zoned out & a corpse 1,000 miles away, producing stog' clouds on the porch __________________ "black as midnight..black as pitch blacker than the soul of the foulest witch"