THE OPEN MIC CYPHER

[Mr. J]

They call me wacky doodle walking with a pack of noodles
I like to stack my strudels as the break into a splash of voodoo
Snatching snacks & youthful elixirs that help patch my loose screw
No one moves like my shoes do straight out of their own goof troop
I stand 7 meters with my jeans that stash 7 heaters
It’s been several leap years before I get beat here
The methodical chronicles of living life diabolical
My monocle couldn’t help my optical take a shot at you
Clean cut king stuff with assassination on my dream bud
If you bring up any obscene trust you can get the kings club…
I bash the skull of the bastards null to my enraptured dull
What…I don’t give a rats shoelace about you or your views mayne
Im a cuticle away from what a rubix cube will do to you
Im a fool its true but don’t act like this is any new to you
It takes a ticking time bomb to really try and tick my mind off
Take a dip in my thoughts & drown under the eclipse I brought
Let the water rush & whisk you away to where 2 out of every 2 find God

[Pharaohs Army]

accidental post. it had to go.

[Mr. J]

This calamity is bastardly I got to laugh at a man hiding in women’s anatomy
Whoever is challenging can get a plastic feed tube down their throat channeling
I’ll slap an amputee with the hands you need to click, clasp & grab your tea
I like my sandwich free shaken from the planets green growing sandwich tree
I’ll make milk duds out of your family then lay lavishly on top of a canopy.
Dammit he so illllll, dammit he so niiiiiice, dammit I got a piece I need to write.
But tonight Im going to be doing that whole thing where I have to socialize
And that is something that becomes really hard for me to vocaliiiiiiize…
Yo….Im nice, I shed the skin from the deadest limb & become fresh as shit
I make my scepter glisten with the abra cadabra your man is bananas
A bagful of bad grammar mixed with shit that will easily smack ya mans up
I have a can of spam canned up ready to be melted on the frying pan man cub
These are the bear necessities to get your day straight before you vacate
The unnecessary evils that live deep in people thinking they close to equals
Please you a watered down sugar cube waiting to take a dip in caffeine sucre
Im just tryna get out these list of random thoughts theres more to be seen today

[UnbornBuddha]

What are you two old men bickering about?
Whether the weather in the winter causes gout?
Keep the curiosity strong and let's figure it out
Navigate the trenches without our ego around.
Poor thing! I'm not denouncing you.
I just wish you never whisper a sound
Let the soul of the river just drown!
The kindling flame of the living devout--
Who've been sitting around goes out
In the moment of kidding around, we figure it out.
But, nothing changed, we're still in misery's crowd,
A dark shadow, whose allegory pisses you off.
We have two ears, one mouth, we must listen a lot
Or how else will we be able to hear our spiritual flaws.
The demons of God have you kneeling in awe
It's the ritual of love. The visuals we love
The pictures of us while drenched in literal blood.
The physical laws governing us consider them with serious thought.
Most theories revolve about our need to evolve,
Creatures who flux between evil and love.
The underlying drive is our favorite hero's applause.
Existential crisis what a load of quasi-nonsense.
Abandon light just to explore my shadow's conscious
Society's magical contents is a fabric of our depth.
The need to cleanse this vile apparition is a desirous addiction.
The fires of ambition propel our being's vibrant condition.
Anyhow, I possess multiple styles of volition
Each to break free from the binds and constrictions.
This breaking free doesn't require religion
In fact, anarchy is the vision for our Utopian release.
I'm a walking corpse of disease,
But my self-esteem is so high even the Lord isn't holier than me.
It's the principle really, like what underlies the order of thieves,
A free and easy wanderer living by disorderly means
Quantum leap through endless chiliocosms reborn so bleak.
Landing in immortality's reef, where floating quarks are seen.
In short, the kind of defeat I'll pummel you with is sort of for free.

[UnbornBuddha]

Abducted soul, trying to recover it by reading a Rust Cohle knowledge scroll. Corrupted soul, trying to purify it by letting the conscious grow. Covered in darkness reciting monstrous tomes. Let my obscure words surge through your weak being. Akin to how Mozart sonnet's nourish me deeply. My endeavor for greatness encourages me weekly to outperform for the sake of it. I once kissed Satan's lips just to escape sin. Let the matrix of everything you know eclipse, the voyage back into the soulless abyss, even hellish beings know the cold exists. Who else do you know that can flow like this? My creative process is outright ridiculous. An antihero who has made darkness question light's significance. I am a walking paradox, banishing pharisees into the tesseract, known to all deities as the the terror box. Plucking your stagnation as I nuke you with cosmic radiation, the divine fire sedating your chronic inflammation; the rampant pain that savages crave. Don't you SEE, this is nothing but a language game, where I lay the foundation for both our madness to stay trapped at bay. I've lost the gaze to pierce into the spectrum you hide from others. It isn't true only the blinded suffer, just look at me; my smile poisoned by my crooked teeth-- Behold the imperfect sequence! Just like the sandman I come to every person sleeping, sprinkling into their crown the subservient meaning because after all they are just servants dreaming. They've yet to transcend their rank, they've yet to listen to the demented man, the seer that oversees our endless match; back and forth bouts where we aim a barrage of our weapons wrath's to prove to each other inherent worth. But, all we get is blanks, because our intent is not to hurt but purge. A shedding of our life source , serpent hearts originally sent for war. Alas, our rivalry has become the perfect course to find what we are each individually searching for. We have both learn to turn when the spiraling stairway of life veers off base. Only a child can hear God play, so rejoice and let the kid in you live anew. With the truth I speak on why the false must be listened to. I am like you, flesh that quivers too. Believe it or not, this sentinel's organs bleed. Yet I don't cry, a case of sentient dormancy. Not because it's not "man enough", after all even immortals weep and I-- am just a mortal being. I don't weep because I have seen what soldiers see when they are close to death. The provence that cloned my flesh and molded my skeleton into this ornamental form. Thinking back to my birth is such a mental chore, but its the one solace where splendor is pleasurable. So, don't ask me to measure you, when I'll rather pluck an angel's feathers nude; leave the wings bare to see them function bare bone. I'm aiming to convey something unknown, but with this task comes nothing but code. Let the monsters in your conscious unfold, repressing them is why they have taken hold. Your worry about breaking character is why you waste your clothes trying to disguise an already naked soul. Get sucked into the vacuum of a black hole, and make room for this battle. Truth of the matter is that I've always assumed you're the master. I'm but the pupil, who also is the lunatic asshole of this relationship. You love me? don't say such things. Love is a sailing ship back into the chaos of Bermuda's triangle, where you can stare into Lucifer's canthus, its void spewing nuclear cancer. The experiment we call death is just God trying to make humans live longer. I'm this universe's wanderer, walking along the passage of time, asking for a ride, as the whim of matter drags me aside, having me returning back to climbing the ladder of life-- an elaborate crime. I don't want to be divine, I just want to ride the saddle and die. Letting my mana just crystalize into whatever form is desired by whatever thing wishes life.

[Mr. J]

I would choose to calm down bro, the combo thrown would knock a snot nose afloat, where an infinite amount of realities & stars will roam, I can get loco too, I coast & cruise through the folks with views searching for that hopeful truth, I boast then bruise a collarbone so holler Holmes, I kick shit like a delinquent sinking into a dip stick full of battery acid. your insanity plastic with your anatomy backwards Im the happening after the Happening happened...let me get a dollar yo, could we swap our phones, mine is tapped...no one needs a stalker yo. I deposit 50 into your account I bounce & you bounce, thats the standard amount to fiend yo, swiping sugar out of the tea bowl I see saw on the seeds sown, than ball it up like ya boy chillin in Reno lookin Al Pacino with cats Filipino livin a fuckin dream...whoa I feel like I need chemo when my steams low...how am I gon flick a bean in this heat....whoa....I fainted on the concept remaining with meaningless progress seeing these concepts is like seizin the process defeatin this hot shit what else can I see in the cockpit you steamin piece of dog shit comin through like blah blah, BITCH, I eat where your talking! someone get me a nwopkin someone get me nwopkin whose that rappin on the door of this apartment....

[JESODIST]

Once Again I am called uponto put a Trance in them,
Their post is as useless as a rock What I Drop is Gems,
Ressurecting The Sibling of Paragus when Thinking these Parables,
That make these Stinking Cannibal Vanish in the Mist of the Catacombs,
Spared your Life many Times but now its time to Clip your Wings,
They get burt by the Ether he Brings through the Deadliest rhymes get you Eaten in Rings,
Have you resembling a lifeless puppet after Ripping your Strings,
Royal blood Living with Kings, Searching the Limits of Power,
Preacher of the Divine Orders with a Speaker in a Right Mollar,
but Why the fuck would i wanna Fight my Brother?
Your style Reaks and its Sour, Mine is higher than Ceilings of Towers,
Beneat Flowers Like a Stream it moves Forward,
Intense training speed rate of Breathing Lowered,
Took an oath to no longer let myself be Deceived by these Cowards,
Evil spirits Released from the Chakras to Feast on your Carcass,
Have you laying on the Streets like some Cartas, While you get Beat with Maracas,
I am busy shooting a Scene in Caracas Enjoying the view from the Beach and Palapas,
I Know what you are Thinking, can get you out of that Hole where you're Sinking,
A formless entity Facing it is Right Suicidal,
The Torments Intensity will Drop this Rival like the Shot from the Rifle,
Swing thor Hammer and start Smashing his Title,j
Shooting Rockets at the stupid maggots for thinking they Sly like some Cockspit,
Suddenly mashin the brakes to watch them fly Through the Cockpit,
I change moods fast like the Incredible Hulk,
Thinks he is the new boss but He is just Edible Bulk,
Quick with the Spears,They find my enemies Reaking I Fear,
Choking in blood Leaking from Ears broken Like they were Gripped by a Bear,
My style focuses mainly on Viciousness and Tenacity,
Provoke me and find out the Seriousness of Fatality,
A win against me is The sum of Deliriousness and Insanity,
Squeamish Bug Think you are a Thug, But that will all change when I start Drinking your Blood,
Walking over you like you are Simply a Rug, because you saw the homeless and refused to Give him A Hug,
Voodoo your Henchmen with Power Limits that are Endless,
tattooing emblems of Lucifer himself The kid is Restless,
Draining the Liquid Essence of these Frigid Peasans, before they gets a chance to Spit a Sentence,
Screem Relentless getting Ripped like Presents bagged up by a Team that Wreckless,
Sick demented Yakuza style that Leave him Headless,
I been busy conquering galaxies and Wandering in Space,
Instead of murdering your fallacies and Splattering your Face,
Heartless Mages Marked by Hades bind and Harness the Rages,
Performing like a master in the Darkest of Stages,
Hundreds of Hunnies Falling after all the courting and Funny Talking,
A ghost walking Swiming in Seas Under the Sun and Dancing,
But Really Its all about the Money Stocking...

[Pharaohs Army]

my Impeccable Instincts tell me to check what these Messengers Bring-me.
what 've you brought for the Draculas Drinking?
was it be-cause i Seemed Lonely?
vanish&poof you Wretched Wolf i'm not fooled by your Sheep's Clothing.
(u deceive NO one)
i Figured you as Psychic; so why should i even tell you i have a Fissure in my Psyche?,
ya'lls creative process- nothing more than Being miserable n Whiny..
mere Virgins ta this Cypher;
Trying to Discern what i Decipher
as writers, your vague observations prompt readers to retire.
in Thirty Seconds i purge my sadness,
then use my magic,
to biologically transform u, into a "lower being" 2alleviate Madness..
but i'm no Jain; you might get trampled
i'm sort of classic- i'm Not 2chainz; u might get sampled.
...i'm a lyrical particle accelerator,
trapping your soul in an elevator.
ask me my goals?
'n i'll tellya later.

[Pharaohs Army]

even With My Average Songs,
i "disappear" u All like Gravity bongs,
freestyles, mask the talent, i've had all along,
yall some sick twisted bitches breaking noobies spirits in discussion,
yet it's been months since you write to percussion,
which is okay. because it's likely disgusting.
i hug broken children
who've bin blindly insulted,
and kindly instruct them.
........."wising them up", [lol]
they can Trust in my Spirit,
in return they can console-me, as i wish to drop Dead like Justice scalia.
my powers of induction tell me that you've wasted, enough of your evening.
me too? well I was just leaving.
and believe me. I have my reasons.
my mental Rapidlychange like the seasons.

i tacitly thank you all for leaving me to my own devices.
i Know i can be So Divisive.
do not encourage me. just sip your soda,with-alltha ice innit.
i've Bought the right, for Shit-Talk. it's part of my license.
i've watch too much HBO, and manufactured meth- &particles of ricin.
how Dare U Charge me!, for your cyphers,

i flip a nickel to my homeless master.
his home was captured by the pharaoh 'n his Boyhood tantrums.
these anarchist jokers, taunting reformed buddhistBatman.
these spanish yokels, haunting my dreams, with unconventional tactics

[Mr. J]

Your debt to love gonna leave you laying in that blue blazer
one hit will knock you off that tight rope, bye bye Lou Bega
I roll on slight motivation & roast a bowl from another 2 acres
wood stove wouldn't catch flame if your rhymes were old newspaper...
pen catastrophes to alternate realities on a visionary conquest
all that & a can of beans for the bantering anywhere we progress
then we share concepts of vanity twisted in a wise rambling...
whats happening...worlds collide this is where the perfect reside
immersed in this pride with inertia in mind for a hermits reprise
reversing the time it took working this life into a twirling device
every uncertainty cries in what you perfectly pride & concern as a life...
your face observed in the light would make the likes of Ron Perlman cry
lost in the curvature of time through the portal of the murderous eye
the serpent is blind...squirting your sight & drifting in the milky way
you kill me, hey, this is a shit job for you when you live the filthy way
what the hill he say? I dont really give a funky piano
you the bitch tugging this wood for that touchy apple
the fuck you manual....brought to you by some guy on a blunt

[JESODIST]

Hello they call me 10 Senses, Texting Wreckless,
I make life in Deaths Presence, The santa of rap but don't Expect any Presents,
Creat a new reality when Directiñg the Essence,
Temp my empress and I leave everybody on the Set Headless,
There is no stopping the madness pouring overwhoever is Next on the Hit list,
Not what you enoned You should have Expected This,
Users want to see me reppin the abyss in wretched piss Wrecked to Bits,
Inflating Pride and Wisdom that will eventually Divide the Kingdom,
The heat expelled will be Frying this Whack lil Cunt,
Act like a Punk Trynna land the big one but all he Caught was a Grunt,
You are no savage challenger you get Dropped with a Punch,
Just a average amateur Eating Garbage for Lunch,
Haunting Individuals From the depths of hell where i Breed the Reaper
Breathing the Reafer then Implant subliminals Deep in your Cerebral,
Producing Symphonies unequalled Simply for the People,
You think this battle will benefit you but Really its just Evil,
Claimed you are killer now Prepare for a Wizard Abduction,
A Demon of Destruction making a Living in Corruption,
Unleashing Blizzards and Explosions freeze to death all these Peons in Obstruction,
Who need to make multiple account just to Keep Up with Discussions,
Unpunished crimes Have yet to See the Reprocusions,
Satanic telepathic Communication with unseen energies after Two Inhalations,
Confusing Tactics of Elimination, The Fruit of Creation Polluting an already Entombed Nation,
Dissobey my commands and face Ruin and Condemnation in a Route for Extermination,
On this battle that is nothing less than Darkness against light thats the Truest Obervaion,
Claim you are a Goon of Devastation but your biggest charged is Public Urination,
Think you are above the law but I got You on Observation,
Ready to judge after a lesson on the Truest Descrimination,
My flow reveals these hot rappers I am the Coolest in the Congregation,
Obtusing the Relation Caz they were bound to believing in Rules and Limitations,
The pooled population Confused in this Millennium,
With these few revelations Oozing through the Cranium,
Teaching you to Follow the Rules inscribed and Never Fail Them,
Because All you do is receives Boos inside the Nether Stadium,
You missed me? Siblings I am at Home,
We live inside your Bones, kinging in the Thrones,
The biggest mistake you did is Believing I am a Clone,
So we Rippin through your Dome faster than bullets that Spit from the Chrome,
The crudest of technicians Persuing a Mission to Out Do the Competition,
You are suddenly Muted in Submission Screwed by your Decisions,
Trapped in Illusions by Magician with Contusion as Addition...

[Mr. J]

those words are amazing but they better in my clutch
I wear a cashmere sweater & carry a wide lint brush.
swift with an assassin blade while I give my back a shave
back in the day I used wear JNCO & looked like a sasquatch
but now I make a living looking Will Smithish from Hancock
you can play in my sandbox & get robbed by your online friends
a kick to the head will cause you twist into a hogtied limb
past 12 its a mogwai trend to wear green suits & eat baked goods
no telling where they get these ideas from, calling James Woods
sizzle like a steak would, bounce like the jelly inside cake should...
I raise foots with the value of approaching the floor with soul
you can get your kicks running this shit when boredom shows
I make the silliest concept dip it in hot shit, get a whiff of this Watson
you can get it from the tip of my Johnson, magical assistance in progress
proceed with caution, theres a horse in the sky...
the cow jumped over the moon, one sentence is a lie
proceed with the question before I decide to comply
why...why does the mouse run down & a regular pace
where is the cheese inside of that secular maze...
the toast is better with eggs at a veterans pace
I salute the troop that delivered juice with this cinnamon glaze
penguin, pelican, repulican, obsidian, michelin suade

[UnbornBuddha]

I've come to find what's demonic follows light.
At first, this revelation left my conscious horrified
Until I acclimated by letting its contents override-
All of mine. Feels like I'm on overdrive,
Over time, I start to suffer by-
Becoming the sanctuary where the monsters hide.
When did I eschew my humanness,
And become this monstrous prototype?
Perhaps, in my embryonic time where I depended on my mother's life.
Agonized by the thought of her homicide,
My tumultuous mind caused the apocalypse to multiply.
Divine soul of mine, why have you allowed this unholy crime?
With nowhere to go I went ahead and cauterized my eyes,
This side of blind is maddening.
Earth shattering timeless patterning where atoms split;
Oppenheimer imaginings where no Japan exists.
We're the sum of an outdated mathematic myth,
Which is what we use to calculate half our shit.
Essentially, we're fragmented beings embedding craftiness
Just to have a comforting sense of happiness. Synthetic flashiness.
Can you fathom the incredible massiveness of what will we develop after this?
Let the incredulous answer this, and let it become their sentimental masterpiece.
Cemented forever as the key into the gateway of their mental agony.
The relief we are all looking for does not share our anatomy.
I present you despair and tragedy so you can wear it happily.
If not, how will you welcome death into your inherent family?
After all, your juice is running out, & no one runs on an eternal battery.

[Mr. J]

The left side is ***kling the right side practices anger management
The tongue became so blasphemous God showed me what cancer is
sometimes I run rampant with a squad of goons from Los Angeles
find us between New York & Canada importing the finest cannabis
working on our calculus while funding a war fought in vane. its glamorous
when I shed skin I dead lift your body weight times 400 emperor penguins
these shots sent in are a depressant when a arm & leg are leverage
the stewardess spilt my beverage & her sentiment went with no parachute
sometimes I'm in Paris too, stocking perishables in a new pair of shoes
at the Hilton smelling terrible...a coke line and about 40 karats & juice.
Looking like Diddy with Chappelles show around the urinal I'm well known
I spit at Moses with his velcro 100 dollar slippers he bought from hells sto'
Hells store? Helllllll no....Hells sto' I wear jeans without a belt yo
got McDonalds on speed dial on my cellphone....that flow got felt yo...

[Pharaohs Army]

Originally Posted by Godcomplex

I've come to find what's demonic follows light.
At first, this revelation left my conscious horrified
Until I acclimated by letting its contents override-
All of mine. Feels like I'm on overdrive,
Over time, I start to suffer by-
Becoming the sanctuary where the monsters hide.
When did I eschew my humanness,
And become this monstrous prototype?
Perhaps, in my embryonic time where I depended on my mother's life.
Agonized by the thought of her homicide,
My tumultuous mind caused the apocalypse to multiply.
Divine soul of mine, why have you allowed this unholy crime?
With nowhere to go I went ahead and cauterized my eyes,
This side of blind is maddening.
Earth shattering timeless patterning where atoms split;
Oppenheimer imaginings where no Japan exists.
We're the sum of an outdated mathematic myth,
Which is what we use to calculate half our shit.
Essentially, we're fragmented beings embedding craftiness
Just to have a comforting sense of happiness. Synthetic flashiness.
Can you fathom the incredible massiveness of what will we develop after this?
Let the incredulous answer this, and let it become their sentimental masterpiece.
Cemented forever as the key into the gateway of their mental agony.
The relief we are all looking for does not share our anatomy.
I present you despair and tragedy so you can wear it happily.
If not, how will you welcome death into your inherent family?
After all, your juice is running out, & no one runs on an eternal battery.

writers

[Detriment]

I'm,



Crossing the line, just tossing the swine to define

the bossy design, I've put in the time, intertwined

and cemented rhymes into my demented mind

I betchu will find an extended vine of schemes

I'm in my prime it seems, if you combine the dreams

I find it's deemed a bit of a crime aligned with demons

the sign's are breathin so look behind you, scenic

route's will blind you, meaning, shout the devine truth

and the phoenix flew to remind you karmas times two

[Mr. J]

I follow the blind truth that depends on survival
tell me what lies do to a bond you & your rival
what is it worth child..my ability use the forth eye
with a third eye relevant I debilitate you with foresight
my flow course like the end to a very high cliff
the ledge ends where I spit...get your tides split
carry that corpse like the fish that spawn upstream
you fuck tweet, duck feet waddling at me like..fuck me?
get fucked by the cutlery, snot noses bury their sickness
barely attentive, get strung up & parry with Hendrix...
carry a pendant, say a prayer for these bloodsuckers
come get heartbroken & buried in the mud fucker.
I bury a spud cutter, nutty nutter-butter inhaling the allergens
I ran into a fence enamored on gin, hammered again.
get your damn hands off me youll get splattered again
shattered & then wrapped up in antimatter depends
well that matter depends on your inadequate defense
I scatter ashes in the wind for the befallen with a strawberry cough
what a train-wreck from the weak and the voluntary loss
social commentary blah, turn the volume up on my holiday cost
modern day cross in polka berry dots, I spree hope on a weighed cause...
Modern James Bond...I get high off a couple ounces & such & such
eating munch & crunch fucking something up when the buttons punched
what the fuck this is fun as fuck so fucking what you motherfuckin what the fuck
chew wubba but dont chew wubba butt hahaha Im a lumox bruh
code name coming up on the upper cut with the low to right b...
I send this flame out with it swirling beside me...

[2tripple0]

I know you think I'm whack like a history class since im all about facts
sleeping upside down in a cave like bats
This a rough patch stab you with no knife
You be as confused as someone supporting pro life
Without you or like u2 someone always with you
I'm getting emotional pass the tissue I'm warm inside like igloos
Just like the native Americans you need reservations
Tried to be clear with my text so you don't need no explanation
You think your I'll but I got news for you buster
Only reason your alive cuz ya daddy wasn't wearing a rubber
Go throw your life in the gutter and you ain't quick so don't act like butter
Gotta shutter since you ain't a cafe still drink a cupper
Fuck it ya taste so indirect I lost my direction
I'm like Alexander Graham bell full of inventions
Gotta end this quick call me a suspense thriller
Ain't no killer still crave that jungle as if I was a guerilla

[Mr. J]

got throwaways that no one could conquest
they live in the villas where I choose to spawn fresh
twisted with bob-bomb heads, you dog meat
soaked up in hog grease, flambeed in some hot heat
this is origami, with tall tales built off of hashish
your lady gaga over paparazzi & electro pop beats
buy a jacket at half price & score down at the swap meet
I deliver it calmly, attentive with a high percentage of call me
you deliver it sloppy, trippin when your delivery in the hot seat
oh golly gee pardon me mr monopoly Im movin pieces so jauntily
you roll at the sausage feast looking for a squandered treat
when you step up to involuntary backlash then holler please
further apologies to the comedy of rolling up like Madonna feet
or primadonnas green to the road that they vanquished on
the caskets nice, the tombstone & the tailor swift, shake it off...
I blaze my shit & start thinking of rhymes for this vacant spot...

[UnbornBuddha]

Originally Posted by Pharaohs Army

...I guess time has passed, and things don't apply from the past.
Do you like it?when I make you laugh?
Here's something amusing. It's a mathematical graph.
Maybe people should use it. To find the patterns in my rap.
But it doesn't matter - that's a fact.
(Point being, I guess textcees prefer, when I speak matter-of-fact).
Anyway,
I'm of the firm belief
that "similars"attract,
even if they aren't
on a similar tack.
Are you of the opinion?,
that it all started, from a Point Smaller than a singular-tack?
How does it make you feel that your compadres prefer ta writeabout vicious attacks?.

...Probability-lesson-my friend:
A trend is a trend, until it doesn't happen again.
You'll be happy to know that I'm in control of my actions again.
Some times when you flow it seems like you rap with your pen.
Sometimes I joke, and talk about, being happy with death.
Will you join me and Fly?
Over the Coo-koo's nest?.
I chose the window of life. That's the one I flew through best.
Next thing ya know?...
I left the Loony Bin.
Be-came the coolest kid
with a fluid mix.
Begone with your constructively critical narrative poetry
'n all that stupid shit.
...I forgot to tell you that before I left
I partied with Women 'n booze.
Even as a purist I don't mind their preference, for rhythm 'n blues.
Isn't It True it's better if u let them Choose?

...I often wonder, why your torn asunder.
Now I know.. That you're unabashedly baiting me, to bring out the great in me.
Wish you had my math teacher- You'd love the way she graded me.
Except she'd make me sit in the dark. She didn't like my wit,
and snark.
So if U don't Either you can take this apology.
I'd hate to chase away my favorite
matrix anomaly.
Because,,
English aside
I feel like we're speaking the same language. Universal phrases because the universe amazing.
Sometimes emotions, become less crazy.
So I'm glad I waited
'n had some patience.
You knew I woould. Just like all of your patients!
Incredulity,
does not mean I dismiss All 'v your phrases.
...I've gathered,
tht along the Way"cuz",
you've felt the damage that pain does.
Mentally? - Definitely.
Physically as well, from what you've been mentioning.Does,
your "significant other". under-stand? when she holds your hand?
Does she express how she misses your eyes?
she Cares for you. nThis should come as no surprise.
I'm a Journalist.
Of the written wordy-smiths!
...but i've brought my photographer; he can Document while u Talk2us.
He's taking se-veral pictures.
This will come in handy wheni show them
to medical technicians.

You ask too much of me.
There's no agenda, these ideas just come to me.
Smile happily,
Watching the oblivion consume lustfully all ugly things.
Destructively cast pain that will deconstruct your being
And null the effect of your words you've confessed before.
I doubt you've experienced the worst, let yourself burn
Until, all that's left is hurt;
That you try to convey in a poorly written message of words.
But, when will you learn?
In this subjective world nothing is conveyed as we want it.
Sheep believe they'll find relief if they obey the commandments
They're unable to hear Abel and Cain's pagan like chanting.
I'm a deserter for all the countless fables I've abandoned.
I prefer to immortalize the moment,
By being thankful for this amazing little planet.
It's not a question of when the messiah will descend on the earth.
Instead the inquiry is how to reflect what you've learned.
The endless search for answers condemns us to all this mental work.
Cerebral thirst that paved the way for stress to emerge.
Tension in my nerves,
Searching for enlightenment, but that's absurd.
All I've manage to become is a cynical pensive jerk,
Whose neurotransmitters are inert.
Being a thinker is a curse. Philosophy brings you to the dirt;
The brink... where no one can save you
After all you said, I'm just too numbed to hate you.
Endangered animals, saved by taking an ancient antidote
These "phrases" you speak of, are all famous anecdotes.
Mentally struggling between being an angel and a ghost,
A heavenly savior without a soul. A devil who never fell.
How is the weather in hell?
Speak loudly I can never hear with all the yells.
Shedding a single tear for all I've killed.
Think of fear as a spell... Remorse is for the frail.
As you can probably deduce I'm sort of unwell.
A story I relay in countless allegorical tales,
But, behind the narrative is the apparition;
The terror prism that holds all of pharaoh's wishes.
No wonder they never came true.
So welcome your netherworld's you,
And say goodbye forever to you.