A poor man’s savant

[UnbornBuddha]

Musical polymath with symphonic inclination.
Making rhythm by listening to cosmic vibrations
Echoing within the space-time breath of beings.
My heart in awe trying to capture a celestial feeling.
This is about depth, in seeing how far you can stretch what you believe in.
I'm your friend, or at least I always meant to be it;
We were seeking something in each other but got lost in senseless meaning.
Personal feelings aside, I'll never cry, but this is my attempt of grieving.
Every time I write I let go and die, mentally screaming as my beloved pen is bleeding.
Plucking the violin strings, trying to make the sound at least resemble healing.
Lonely Nephilim condemned to sinning, yet staying positive and grinning.
We all mess up, and can always start with a fresh cognitive beginning.
Bye bye my sweet, I've lost my desire to sleep, the fire in me craves a place in divine hierarchy.
Life is like a dream, so I adorn myself in Versace and luxury. Priceless art is steep.
Refining the piano technique, rapid vibratory trills, so I could play Chopin and Ludwig
To my perfect Vitruvian woman. Serenading her whole heart to music that turns Mozart to Cupid.
Oh god, I'm lucid, I just want to lose it, and get consumed in another selected movement.
Each second is fluid. Evil and goodness are delusions, Von Goethe's epics prove it.
Look what happened to Faust though Mephistopheles choosing. Now now, nothing has been proven.
Just ask Newton. Its all one masquerade of someone's eternal amusement.
And I love it, I write for the sake of being human. And the complexities of maybe improving.

[Pharaohs Army]

And I can tell the protein levels in your blood are low
Your immune system is slow
Weakened cells because you fell asleep in hell
I played piano as a child; the classics; nothing too wild
What would my teacher have thought if I turned to Jazz?
She would have assumed I was a spazz
So I didn't get hostile. Just played her Christmas Gospels
I wish I had the depth to reference philosophers and artists
Not new to this craft, but it feels like I just started
Would you be more receptive to capitalized horrorcore?
I'm sorry. Maybe I just yearned for more
I'm certainly a bore with no poignant advice
Wasn't enough to read it, and know it was nice
So let me know how You Spent the two cents