BLACK: AT EASE

[dead man]

let me

start it again. partially departed instead
of arguing, depression sets like Artemis Rex
talk me to death, speak at me with whispering hate
i'd like to work it out but it's a little too late
give me space. let me separate my digits and faces
plenty o'fish swimming if you live in a lake
simple games. body language, tonic/vodka and shame
rocket to space, calm / persuasive is a powerful angle
constant malaise, feeding Cleopatra lobster and steak
trying to break a cycle set for centuries, wait
what are you in essence? have we even a clue
my canvas came pre-painted so i'm leaving it blue
cry me 20 bathtub and we'll call it a wash
lost in the fog of whatever we became after dark
call your uber, smoke another Parliament ultra
we're residuals of culture. what our fathers had told us
was true in many senses. i've learnt to adapt
analyze emotions tailor perfect reactions
talking like my mannerism built for theatrics
frantically scrolling for any momentary distraction
emotive passion, stolen absent, repulsive bastard
holding up with mona lisa frozen to mattress
only half a masochist i'm mostly erratic
cleanse myself in alcohol and smoky romanticism
cope with my decisions like a man is supposed
to handle with grace i handle in a manner morose
petrify and memorize and write it in prose
lock it in a safe and keep it quietly closed
let it mold, desert snow, i've perfected the art
of loving and rejecting only seconds apart
color me with scars. marks i've earned to repent
think of what i've said and feel a burn in your chest
turn to the left. let the serpent collect, pay what you owe
green grove, red rover, pollinated flower aroma
model the flow - lobby a vote - still you're flying in coach
i'm intercontinental flyer mileage dropping a post
call me a trope, autumn and roses, i'm all the below
panic-driven spiteful alcoholic alone
natural symphonic in tone. gifted author who wrote
nothing of substance but forgettable poems
my conceptual level is like a decade beyond
any achievement i've intercepted thus far
kamikaze / protocol, subjective division
either way it threatens the children. let it breathe
blowing out the candles on my enemies, now rest in peace
bottom-dwelling bandwidth like a centipede,
allegedly
there's challengers approaching in a silhouette screen
manic and moronic and i'm sitting between

at ease

[brokenhal0]

this..... is a pure display of skills

cope with my decisions like a man is supposed
to handle with grace i handle in a manner morose
petrify and memorize and write it in prose
lock it in a safe and keep it quietly closed
let it mold, desert snow, i've perfected the art
of loving and rejecting only seconds apart

[Geno]

Somehow some of my response for this thread ended up in your paychosis thread. Im sure you can tell it apart.

Btw paychosis was nuts. The tortured artist.

She really did a number on ypu bro. Im sry man. I have one of these. Took me a couple years to legit get her out of my head and stop being so fucking depressed and shit. It was my first childs mom of course. We were together for 5 yrs. She shat, heavily, upon my grave. :(

Ive been waiting for a new black piece man. Wish you would write more. Hope your endeavor with the publishings is going well bro. Im sure youll recieve great feedback with your work. Its brilliant. Pz

[dead man]

for what its worth i think i meant this to be read in tandem with psychosis. so I'm shamelessly plugging both again because i'm here

thanks

PS. i'd like to spend some time this week reading and commenting on lot of the work in here. i have a couple spare nights for the first time in a bit. if you are looking for feedback on one piece in particular, even if its old, please drop a link here. on some classic RTF shit.

[PancakeBrah]

Originally Posted by dead man

only half a masochist i'm mostly erratic
cleanse myself in alcohol and smoky romanticism
cope with my decisions like a man is supposed
to handle with grace i handle in a manner morose
petrify and memorize and write it in prose
lock it in a safe and keep it quietly closed
let it mold, desert snow, i've perfected the art
of loving and rejecting only seconds apart

call me a trope, autumn and roses, i'm all the below
panic-driven spiteful alcoholic alone
natural symphonic in tone. gifted author who wrote
nothing of substance but forgettable poems

[ACTIVATE SELF]

Well, you murdered this. I have no qualm or objection to any of it. Pure skills and lyrical prowess on display. It was emotive. Inspired. And collectively authentic. Robert frost meets Tupac in essence. Great read and another tally in the win column. Peace.