Poetry Dead Poets Society

the end near

is here




back at the start

began so close
to end opposed


still got the love,
still feelin' unjust ..to just...
walk away

appealin' in every way
just not today,

I guess


killed to be with you
to never wanna lose
speakin' out to save we, still my baby

but I guess I need space

but you?
I could never replace.


I know it's fucked up
but
but..but
but nothin',
but I know it's somethin'...







I just keep on runnin' from us and
I can't find the reason why
so I run more, you stand still
your mind unfulfilled, wading in waters cried

am I blind...?

can't I see the facts leading mind
the pain in yours
the desires...
lust..

lost the spark that inspires...


didn't really lose it,
more like smothered it

rather remain truthless
than admit
than feel the way you feel
accept the blunders in
accepting who I've become within
I'd rather continue runnin'
than to live

....no no, wait
im livin'
always gettin'
never givin', all about me

please see
it
my way,
believe I can't help break
free. I try to aim
but I turn one-Eighty
toward the crazy
unexplainable raging

from taking fault to always blaming
and from the love I'm claiming safely

to blankly hating, sure to maybe
but..
maybe it's just a phase age brings
everyone around me says I'm fine


So why can't you?
why can't you see it's not me
take a look in the mirror and check you
I can't help I'm drop dead cute
and that I flirt all the way to the bed to
spend time with another signifigant other

Instead of remain

intricate, intertwined

with life
and
promises I made,
made other people make

that You kept when you had the chance to
break, shatter and dismantle my heart
Into pieces, but you ampled my guard up
by protecting me from close or far...

so now..
I'm going to leave us at the start...
I appreciate the time we spent, but it went
I made mistakes so I'll let you live with them
and I'm gonna continue centerin'
life around me with the fakes, mimic them
I love you..

but that's a contradiction...


Isn't it?


Fin.





He turns to face it, But remains faceless. Everyday battles rearrange it, trapped by his pride, by Tides violently bankin' him, side by side, any Table available turns to a Table unstable, changing His home, already too far gone.. So he has to make it. All alone, so the pain is all to call his own. And the road that leads him, embeds a false sense of Direction to deceive him, All the way and he's lost the meanin', His face turns from it and he leaves it, As the sun sets behind what he's dreamin'.


fin.
again.


The chains hold him back, As he folds in front, Been days since he mac'd, Ain't came in months, So he changed what he lacked, Reverse the Rays to aim toward growth, raise back game from death. Pledge an oath to the sun his soul for sol, that he drained to black. Turned it down, faded it right.. No light's left as clouds impact, Rainin' down with the facts, He knows though, But just refuses to let the fool go.


Fin.
 
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can say you see him layin'
but never lying
okay..
maybe not never.
even if he did

he eventually awoke

eventually made it right
made it up
always tried,
never questioning why

progression was all he had in sight

now he's restin' in waters cried
doubt on every side
feelings spilled
from eyes red as fire
fallen pride soaks wings


cast in prisons in mind
an island, on his own, made it home
livin' in the darkest never noticed it
until he looked up from all the arguin'
to see himself floatin' amidst all this

appallin' to find out you've fallen so deep
when...
all you thought was..
all the talkin
all the walkin
would come out on top
from all the fighting
to holding tightly

or..
that's how it usually came to be.


but once you awaken from believing in
you find reality waiting
wavin' in the distance
while you wade
impatient for things to reverse, rearrange
rain change back to how things were
rain check hatred, let downs and all the same shit that follows to grave,
back of mind for eternity, ruin the whole day in nanoseconds shit,
that never fades
that breaks the camels' backs,
chain smokin,
but aint nothing no one cant take, right?

rain change back to when it was just made..


me sitting on a couch shared,
nervous, out of mind next to you
in the early dark of night

just to see each other
proof we're real
just for five minutes..
just to feel alive.

rain change back
to when we first met and relive it...

every day.

Fin.
 
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Brick from brick, piece by piece,


No offense or beat,


Just'a pen with ink,


Take the words I think


From the depths I bring


You all a little deeper being


Proof that there is worth in me,


Since birth I've dreamed


To live eternally, not physically,


That would just put bore in me,


Thankin' God for forging me


A brother to spark a core in me,


Slowly morphing me, and


Everyone else's effect on me


Mentally, to never end


Like I'm cyclin' steam to streams,


Never freeze, on my train shit,


Hope you catch the breeze,


From every word I speak..


I swear Genius sleeps my mind,


Motivation already up


coffee on the grind


thanks to hatin' for its existance,


And many'a deep rooted rivalry,


Givin' reason for it to breathe in,


Me a hope to never leave it,


kill any plans it has of leavin'




Givin' me every reason to tell people eat it,


Change all that doubt into somethin'


Into somethin'


Everyone can believe in..


Come on, see truth for what it is


Take the lemons life be throwin'


And heat ya up some peach tea,


Everything so peachy


Even if..it keeps on sinkin'


And keeps on sinkin' to pits,


Just keep on reachin' further than where you thinkin'..


Where pulse sleeps, either dead or barely there
passion is key


for me it's where I'm eatin',


Hunger for the top, for thought


But more so to never let it stop


All the frowns keep me greenin'


I did, do it, and plan to keep it


Watch it lock, turn the key in,


Patch the leakin', latch my reason


To my grievin'

let the bullshit Stay and sank with


All the shallow people


Over on the deep end, in over head


just Meet me on the seam


Check the brand, please

we gone make it
On my fingers, I promise,
pinky.


I'ma leave my print,
all through the sands of time
And I place that on my other hand,


Erase the past by pushin' forward


use the world as a recorder,

explain
how the chaos of mind
allowed order an opening,
rapid current of leftover hope at each day's end


First to last, perfectionist attitude to combat critics, with they thristy ass


send all that hurt back


while sittin' back, hidden


like a missin' track, listen


Funny how far you can make it..


When quittin' is not the mission


not an option



never is it

to
aspiration endless..


muscle memory to respond with passion


fin.
 
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Feel it climbin', it's always risin',


Like Gas Prices, Like an Extra two Dimes,


And it stands to remind man,


Not in finance, but it's good to finance,


Time's own appliance, many try to defy it,


Revolutions provide it and with age it signals crisis


Clocks cannot rewind it,


People try to hide it..


Blossoms of Pain bring Light in Rain,


To spread colors in sight of those Blinded.


Past what Eyes grant


Ears the Bane


Heart the Cane


Crippled as the insane


It starts with acceptance


In the Brain


Through bridges of nerves


Up steps in Veins


To the mouth


Out the lips,


The tongue can slay


Or leave you slain,


The Choice is yours,


But that can Change.


Fin.





Pick your head up instead of


Letting it rest upon the world


That ain't worth the tears you shed


But deserves the smile bred from


The beauty in happiness, not less


Let it shine and it will redefine


Promise that and I know it sucks


And I know it keeps coming up


Seems like the shit won't let go


Seems like there's no point in hope


Everything falls like hail, pelting


Feelings melting, thoughts yelling


Not one reply, no one to hold tight


Walkin' against the grain all alone


Yea' you got the happy times, seldom


But when they pass, you ask


Where's the heaven they fell from


Lookin' up just to see the same past


Waitin' for someone to catch you


Patience is a task too great to


Grasp to, but let me back through


Reverse the black fumes to


Faith-pact truth, you never leave you


Even if it hurts, even if it seems


Useless to pursue, never lose grip


Never let the ups go acutely,


You can do anything you choose


Just breathe, trust me, no don't


Just please let love ease, just try


Revert the hail from cold stones


To snow blown softly over on


Feelings melted, that same pelting


Now helping, take good from bad


You gotta smile even when it's sad


Even in the face of deceit, embrace


The fact you can change things


Better you by estranging yourself


From the bullshit in everyone else


Give hope to another and appreciate


The fact you always got today,


Maybe got tomorrow, never wallow


In the past, don't make what is made,


Take what is made and make another


Way, keep your head up, forget being


Fed up, let up, stay brave, hold on


Live life, Even when the assholes


Take everything you have, every laugh


Take what's left and you'll be alright


I promise the darkness will enlighten


Keep fightin' and if you need a knight


Then I'll be the moon in black skies


Let it shine so we can see you smile.


Fin.



From his mind
birthed a way,


Which turn the Earth


under skies shaded gray.


Bravest made, passion-ate
type


Everlastin' hope, put first


Second to losing faith over low esteem,


Not with him, no he is straight,


But with those around him


Giving him meaning for his works,


Setting fire to them


Only because they learn


What was memorized in his brain.


Repeated til it burned


Till each surface was friction-less.


'Cause going against, sparks the flame


Adding fuel to his fire.


Blessed by Gods he creates.


Questioned are his thoughts,


Tested against others' own


Machiavelli is how they sought


But he follows Cicero,


Wandering lost


But he feels it not.


Until dispute builds


Between


All who refute his skills.


His yield of creation.


Break the mold of previous ceilings


Through shields made from mirrors


Tearing open whole


his field of range.


Where


His thoughts are Earth


And his Words, the reign.


Drenching the slain,


Bodies of selves prior.


His only audience.


Raise as Angels


When he needed most.


Perching in Skies.


Sending life in Rays.


Vision to any eyes


That turn nights to days


Sight to Art


Love to surface deep


A hollow meaning


Buried under


Vegetation on the rise


An occasion


To feed mouths deprived


Usually fed lies


About a future portrayed as planned


Until you flip to the otherside


Where graves lie


As proof that ain't always promised.


Fin.


Taken part, break and part


Givin' shards makin’ hark


My naked heart, speakin’ far


Letters arch depart and fall


In accordance with the enthymemes


Of a mind never meant to be seized,


Sparkin' flames, so it's seen


So it's felt, so it Mars, cuttin’ clean


Through ice chain links,


Warmth to free, unfreeze


A source for all dreams


So fall asleep and let the rhythm


Of a felled melody


Delve something different.


The depiction of a lost mentality.


Impacting, undistracting, everlasting


Through extracting


Every stars' gleam


So it reads


Seen across the skies of dark


Stringing far


Away the pain stored like Rar.


Martyr photons


Showing us reason to hold on


Like Gluons that glow Gold


Where we stow hope and denote


The name that mimes call


Serene as melodic undertones


Placed in reeds of a Sax part


Syncin', clashin' and blendin'


Oxygen, words and me,


Distribution of my heart's beats,


Collect 'em like cards


Holographic, first e-d


And I'm Remy LeBeau from New Orleans.


Ha.


Fin.
 
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From lands of lush, traveled much,


Are souls lost in lust, talkin' of


Feeling the vibrant rush of colors' touch


Swirling free as if derived from up above


Touching eyes deprived of others' such


No one to give them what they need


Because they forgot who they be


How to see underneath what is seen


Now they feen for the scene, lest


They meet their island, unseen from


Endless seas, only intimacy to find them


Are from every passing breeze, dying


From the silence, hush, seeming timeless,


Mind us, it's how they got here...


So let's rewind this...


And as the tapes rewound


All we see is Hate and Pain


Black and White, all the same


Trusts is gained just to wane


Cost of Love equals nothing


None could trade, none have found


And we see it from a distance


Nought a sound in crashing waves


Hitting ends where hopes drown


The future out, swimming in


A sea of smoke the past drifts within


Overcasting present days bound


By what could be, could've been


And the will to once again live


To see Happiness and once more


Turn weary shores to wearing crowns


From atop of Rolling waves,


Rewinding faith to roaring floods


Now that's a story we all could love...


But

let's take it back to a point beyond the clouds.


where the tides pull us back


Ever further from where we want


To a time where oceans still


Where depths overcome us


And all we lacked, to fulfill


Hopes we never knew we had


Feelings we never felt before


Shows us everything and more


By forces outside this world


Rotating, got us up in whirls


Killing hurt, at signs then first


Banning selfish worth, inside-out


Takes what's lost in the lone


All our flaws and calls them out


To better us and teach us growth


And even in the undertows


As long as we got you, we float


Anger, Sadness, Emotions estrange


Erase like footprints in sand


That waves replace with Close


To cleaner slates, because of faith


Because we pray, because we wade


In Waters unafraid, holding through


Never letting go, even when it's gone


We always remember the times..


The times we gladly spent with you.


Fin
 
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Stepping from his Nightmares,


Alleged footsteps in his mind,


But where's the bed he rest on?


Where's the love he left there?


His Life in memories, all is gone,


No one there, just all alone..


Thought his senses true,


until contradictions add up and befall hopes.


blurry focus, slurred
sounds impair comprehension of truth


Sixth Sense kicking in, back to bass-ic instinct
but soon even intuition betrays trust


On the rim now like snares

Jordan's touch
only, the dribble is his heartbeat

llloud and clear, his chest speaks,
scared and lost tremble in pitch
Unprepared
And locked..
..in his own maze

And

every way
Is Elm Street or Crystal Lake,

to take a dive to depths unforgiven
or
watch in Wake of waves of fear of sleep

paranoid to be awake, traversin an unstable reality
Beware his space or share his fate.



Cold wind blowing,
from dying lungs, calls to him,

A voice unfamiliar, but distinct,
Lures him like Sirens', casting lines


through the air, to him,

sewn notes in, told to hymn spirit

spark rise by
day's decrescendo, and moon's triumph to skies


Taking reliance off of eyes.


Next is deafening;


Conducted Simphonies,
by spectrum of expectations of the worst to come

over and over and over
Again, again, again

Infesting breezes with aforementioned hymns
polluting thoughts, switch to electric engine


until struck with terror, but
worries greater, insulate skin,
For the worse has yet to've been.


Orchestrated is it all.
Maybe, he thinks..


maybe it's
In his imagination.


That,
Takes him over common sense


Like Rainbows leading to treasure


But he don't believe


In such peace,


So he just push away,


When under pressure,


Misplaces what he fought to keep.


Set the tempo to the feelings, thoughts,


run wildly, Fur Elise flurry


every foot step followed by paranoia


waltzing, toward his ends,


Over cliffs that extend,


As his Faults, Addiction and Obsession,


Fight against the belief in himself of himself,


lifting until a slip occurs,


Breaking means,


Quaking like an oatmeal recipe,


Quickly prepared Food for thought,


And the ingredients is he,


Mixed with the water Demons


in the sea of dead ideas and dreams,


Flooded gates breached before their time to be,


Broken locks slowly sink in Silence, where Potential was stored,


And he, he held the Key,

he laughs, head back, eyes closed,
no laughs of peace,
just a lingering cackle,
very frightening

kind of spitefully
to deny irony, and the pain obvious
as he finally puts it together
piece by piece
moonlight sonata plays in mind every night
another mystery solved



case closed, electric flow
traveling a mind lost in loss
he drops to knees


in pitch black illumination
of truth overtaking


a serene defeat..


his hands release tension immediately,


an existential genesis, between decadent fingers,


his face sings
to be freed
but cords wrap throat


flawed as hell by scars as deep
as the metaphor used to see

a life in disarray,


spread of prism's beam,



from behind bars like beams
of confiding confinement
perfectly fine all alone
quiet, in a binding,
conscious sleep


Fin.
 
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Through the guilt, ill pride


Words spilled, Words lied


Courage-tried, desparate wills


Specifyin' how we feel


Trail of tears tell of fears


We hold in to keep you near


Dying ink, tryna explain why we care


Stripped us bare, paper-white


Written between three lines


Hidden, undefined, forgot to mention


Dependence bound, in a bind


Cause we livin' rules they decide


Hurtin' us, but it's perfectly fine


At their mercy, in a twine


Around their fingers, playin' mind-games


Strings Violins Sang


Hold us up at the spine, by the brain


Repeated that it's fine, A-Okay,


Cause they tried to refrain


Tried to give a fuck, try to give us love


But it was the same old shit,


That they assured us was trust and we prayed


Lies we rolled in like mud,


And for reasons unbeknownst


We continue rollin', swearin' we ain't pigs


Just broken, with no cents


Spendin' time on somethin' we owe tense


That's passed with, trapped in


A maze, a building with foundation laughin'


At the walls tellin' jokes


Got the ceiling crackin'


Cause the floor mirrors what will happen


Relationships sinking to depths lavished


Fires of passion burn to ashes


Smoke from the attic got us gaggin',


Waitin' for some rain


Or waitin' for it all to collapse in


Either's tragic, so we mask it,


From the gases


Hold in breath


But that don't last


Gasping until it passes


Bad sick afterward


Vlad-esque


But my saliva's acid


As I snack on necks of souls flaccid


Astrange to placid


Seeking some kind of magic.


Faith in change to remove static.


aiming to strike hearts


Arrest body parts


Only tears form


Pour from lashes


Clensing eyes of past sins..


Weakening our lips


Speaking with hope to reason


Call it even


Even when reason tells us treason


And we speechless


hoping we get through to you


influence truth's fruit


seed it


Hope you catch the meanin'


And even when you claim your eyes see it


The Needle is never what it's seamin'


And we back to the start, forever weavin'.
 
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some see fire,
speak fire,

some breathe ice
trust cold to survive


numbing tongues' taste to desire,
scalds, or stiffens.


but to know enough of hate,
to forgive for life

to
pierce glaciers with subtle light
even out differences..

as neither will, will suffice.


Fin.


observing sun rise
from ever cursed, dusked sides.

pondering, delve insides
find deserving is a myth


so he earns and he stores


in chest, reserved energy in case of emergency


to protest the juvenile thoughts


That arrest his mind


In binds,
that leave him tied to nilhist mindset


feeling as if he's unable to collect respect
or maintain stability in between changes, challenges
Just

an intellect makin mistakes
and trainin intuition to detect
Ignorance's misplaced havens
and those housed in, arrested..

parent traps
unsupervised patience, tested daily
until walls erected block everything
and chests beat against basements
to anxiety kickin in tiles


and does his beat the best
like fischer
at new levels of unrest
as the times pass,
lightning fast to him,
it cuts a hole in brain,
turnin off location services
in a universe still limited to earth, still derivative of conscientious focus to study consciousness more than before, and repeat until he sees results

concerns for mental, thus physical health
vs
conserving wealth, to lay red carpets
in future's wake,
like hook, like hookers
convinced via Looks
content via attention

until he saw him every where he looked
now, instead, he watch where he heads..
like a clock in head
leavin' marks alarmin on gaping lips in awe of thoughts kept secret from self 'cause respect caused delusional removal of moments humility disproved coolness..in an attempt to warn
final seconds haunt happiness as death approaches
silent

a grave beckon, to remind us.


Fin.


Tears fall and Hopes die,


Slowly walking past where most lie,


Underground are they placed,


But we take them to the sky,


Where there is no Hate,


And Happiness has no face,


Peace is in All that reside,


Streets of Gold, Feet that Fly,


Wings carry the woes,


Lighten Loads and cease the lies,


Relieving saddening times,


A Smile for those Below.


And even though we know you're Fine


We miss you while you're Gone.


Even as the Tears Fall,


The Sun rises to dry them all


And returns the Sky's Call.


Even with the Fear installed


That Death's reach isn't far


Sorrow gives us Hope,


Gives us God,


That one day we will meet again,


Even if that's not tomorrow.


The Fallen rise and in awe


We inspired to perspire Tears that fall,


With our heads held high,


We keep you in mind,


On our Heart's every beat till that flat line.


So applaud for this guy,


We will all miss his side,


And standing by it like saving battery life,


As you stood by others, Saving their life, We savor every time


That we spent in yours.


So as long we have oxygen,


Memories of you pulse a drive to live.


Fin.


Words nurse the hurt from prose runnin' thru mind till muscles feel like dying


hunger to inspire self to complete poem after poem, time after time

gunnin' lung's wind,
punchin', huntin'


thirst for the burst, an energy level in gamma phase


hot as Atlanta Days
tannin' lames


branded phrase across hands
I wave over scorching lands


paths created with means in mind to bring an end to a need for praise, for a need to pledge to self I will achieve anything beyond what time allows, before competition blinds, binds limits, or does that make me bitter? already blind, callin kettles any color, knowin damn well I don't know my own..

nah
silly billy's
clamy mandy's,
in dna written grim since birth,
since life changed at intervals infinite, blurring time but killed tension between embarrassment and expression --- truth and denial
no more lies as my eyes watch my eyes in mirror, reviewing life, good and bad..


especially bad, especially strange

just knowing me;

my endless pension to use words for the simple fact it gives strength.... potentially empty reason that I am helping in anyway with what I post for other eyes to see across the line between life and reflection....


sentenced to detention by my weary mention


My own decision, applyin' pressure of a prism


Separatin' light my mind sights with


To Sabers you could fight with


Battle of the wits against self-critics,


Greatly pitted schism, symbolic scimitars splittin' thoughts from first to fifths,


Legends to myths, credit to nothing to do with it


And it's this battle I'm forever in


Cleverness against the enemy of betterment,


Better slips through my grips


Moments intense presently a miss


In the heart, sendin' oxygen


coughin' lent,
talkin went walkin

dipped off down two blocks
where relief sleeps
satisfaction dozes in and out, guarding will of action,

distractions creep, checking pockets
and unlocked cars

doubt harassing ideas on streets, interrupting thought process, also altering at every pause



a chaos infiltrating in fractions, everyday, every minute.. write, write, write,

in between the seconds exist the possibility of the last





only moments till midnight,





starting to hate being intimate,
deadly touch, spreading

restless lying next to love
never wakin' up..
dreamin' of days I can finally rise,
and bring myself to terms

with myself,

a trust necessary inside


Fin.


Walking down roads with no ends


Through righting wrongs and


Keeping fused past amends, then


Staying true from that point on


Makes it seem so cold and dim


But no matter what you had


No matter what you will,


Will time's hands to stillness


Keep up with, stay right beside


Move on in, Stay up there


And make it clear your reason


Stay alive and make sure you live


By what you know, what you do


How you feel, how you treat others


and make sure, by the end of the road


to see beauty in your path taken




Fin.
 
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Forward winds bring forth to Ends


Desolate. Amends within graphic tales


Mornings shone, until Dusk begins


Descending strength in stagnate gales.


And once Night was born


Eyes 'fore shut, weary, awakened lively


To decisive lines re-sighted,


Formed in faith once adorned as highly


Across skies of Dawn, driving


Hope through tomorrow's ever shining


Empty wells of gratuitous ills


Reposed from hollow wills


Aligning Quills with compos-ed,


Brighter modes, piercing Muses..


Now refilled.


And this hope, moving souls


Levels hate with forces love beholds


Alleviates the hearts taken toll


In ways before, souls had only lusted for.


Making way for other paths


And


Fades away in forg-ed grasps


Made of Gold, Stripped of Civil,


Knights indecent, lost in Dark ages,


Even in diamond lit skies,


No silver linings, just glistens that blind,


Poised in Dreams, a fused surreal...


And those thoughts of love turn to Nil.


And with persistence no longer an option


Optimism slowly drops to grim,


Fatality sets in the reminiscence


We stopped believing in to come back.


Those times we were grateful for


Those times everyone prays repeats


Those times Harmony advocated toward


Life in debated chords that Angels sing


Drowned in times Adversity poured


Forever more; Vitality to grave dis-chord.


Once upon a time... just a clouded memory.


Now we're stronger, but were we..


Already strong enough..? One thing is sure


We were happier, much happier in the time before..
 
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Lost in the turns and twists.


Gently falling ashes..


of unheard words


that


slowly burn to crisp,


Ears catch will-o-wisp,


Each eye glasses over.


No lens,


just heat exposure,


Reach,


Sword Base Oni,


Staring in awe,


at Din explosions,


From epicenters of slippin' emotions,


A backlash of peeped exploitations,


Rafoie cries Bellow from hell deep anger,


Unseen, under where toes tip, slip past,


Written tales of the Cryptic, lifting spirits,


Yin-Yang difference, in the mix,


Chemically rich, enriched upon deliverance of


Mental scenes to mentally get you this deep,


Acid sheets dissolving every line into how you think,


And searing any sloths,


No pause on any talk or thoughts from heartbeats,


It's all I know in the end


And really live for..


I dream and write,


Write and sleep,


Sleep to write,


Write to bring light,


Rays that weigh heavy inside,


Raise and part ways like orange glazed orbs,


Shenron heights as I lie awake to dream at night,


Wishing,


All alone until I rise,


All alone while I write,


All alone to review my life,


From all alone to sharing me,


Just to put to sleep most who view,


Clicking blue is like hittin snooze,


Unfelt as cashmere, countin sheep hair,


Furry speech,


Meaning blurred, a flurry, a blizzard


Of atoms under Z's and clouds of dreams,


Leaking lingo lingering in fingers fully freed


To do as well as the girl from The Ring


Circling back to beginnings,


never really any need to worry.


Fin.


My mind Sleeps


My mouth speaks


My heart burns,


From the lies I breathe in,


slowly fire seeps


asde of rosy cheeks,


From the singeing words


that fill lungs with heat


a reaping of the life I seek.


seeking higher means to reach


Red as Newspapers


Scorching heat with an Anger feed


Attempting to grasp the future seen


Through distant rings, Halo sheen


That destiny denies indefinitely


Change the ends continuing to repeat


Turn the tides flooding in endlessly


Breaching walls where our trusts grieves


From lusting, crushing winds


Hungry for heights hiding behind the


Cloud's rusting, dim silver lining


Rising high above my Forgiveness' peak


Bounded by underlying deceit


As I lay my hand, sworn in by dreams


Torn to pieces, mourning reason and


Realizing the hardest part then


Will be letting go of nothing


Something we never had, never will,


Something we could never keep


My love bursts, screaming mercy


Raining down the streets


From Where we first met to Earthly,


Depths unpleasing from hurting


Enduring searching for the warmth


Sparks bring and restart things


Scars deep leave my heart weak


Where regret creeps, exhausting


My fault, me, for placing belief


Into we from the start, darkening


But it'll be all me, largely


That will end all for relief,


Giving myself a chance at sought peace.
 
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Challenge is movin' forward


Holdin' onto his only memory


Of the love he once had.


Now he's left to mourn her,


Cornered,


Gettin' hard to breathe,


The peace, like oxygen, is


Given to his heart to beat.


A substance scarce.


That left him many years back


Now he's stuck between


Living and trying not to leave,


Causin him to dream and dream.


Which works in reverse


To how a person deals with hurt.


Cursed to this Earth's worse


Lookin' to the sky, lips pursed


His hands curved, a slow inhale,


A marble grave in eyes afraid..


God's last living Mercy in his palm


So he opened up his mouth


Tired of the disorder, daily horrors


From the lost of her love


A beauty, forever adored her


Eyes heavy, winds of blackness


Carry out from the south,


Help him swallow truth


And


The only Piece he felt was left of her;


Every pill of the medicine


She couldn't find that night


Every red to black, saw her in the light


Fell to the ground, relieved sigh


Two last beats and a smile.
 
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Askin' how.


How did I get here, when I should have focused on when, but now


All that matters is it started and must be finished, no matter the endin'.


I took the time to part, I took time from being a part of, to be apart from,


To meet an art form outdoors, after dark, clear skies, during storms,


Not a fear to steer away, Only fear is to feel a fear so strong I forget faith,


Faith in being the light to Myself, to be a light for the World,


Closing my eyes as I walk from shadows that move like smog,


And weigh like syrup, Holding a flame in terror of losing illumination


To teralumen waves from Human flesh, Terra bred, Aqua Beds,


Stay afloat in the midst of the bay,


Through the eyelids of the storm,


To where the clouds parts and the sun bathes,


And Waves don't break, except upon more,


Revealin' no scape except from around eyes Radiant,


Learned to see a seed in desire to learn,


To rise like canopies over a past there for life.


Fin.




Pretty hard not to go Insane


Living through the lies


All avoid to tell the truth,


All sin,


But damn, give me a break,


the shit never goes away


On ends I can't decide


Writing don't do shit


So I can't ever fix the pain


Trust before everything


Respect even before myself


Livin' in this fucked up hell


Always stick my head out


Just to get my thoughts in


Two cents reverts to yen


And now I can't pay bail


Stuck inside my dying cells


Seems like I never meant


Anything, no matter how


Much I try, how much I cry


How much I hold tears back


In memory of my felled pride


Something I can never explain


Just talk till my world


Goes black, or until I die


Hope you never feel this way


But then again, I would trade


With you, with her, with they


Walk through, all work


Never got any time to play


And when I do take breaks


Shit just diverts and worsens


Seems like the effects reverse


Gleam against the verses


Reflectin' every God damn day


And it's cause I kept quiet


Never lettin' this shit escape


When the pen hit the page


I just sugar coat the whinin'


And there I go lyin', signin'


My name right next to the shit


Put a title on it and claim it


But the reality is I don't know how


I pray everynight it be found


Till I have the strength


Till I can bear it, stare it


Steer it, no more fearin'


I really need this full awareness


I want it so God damn bad


I want what many wish they had


People see it as a gift


People tell me publish


But when I reread every word


All I see is rubbish...


So I'm startin' over now


Movin' on from where I am


Time to start gettin' loud


Time to finally stand


Put me inside what I write


Cause what's the point..


If I can't speak my mind


Just as bad as those who lie


Keep the truth from the light


Stay in the dark, barely alive


I'm rarely alive, there's a time


To change and then there's


A time to create new ways


Two ways out and I want


The one less traveled by


If you feel just the same..


Then you ain't that far behind


We livin' in a fucked up time


Everything so black and white


Everything's so wrong and right


It's time to take a step back


Give ourselves another way out


Take that second chance at life.


Fin.


Underminded, Overlooked, Slept on, Textbooks with the lights off, Never liked to sleep myself, Hooked to a young heart, Never never landed, no Rufio, even tho I'm Up all night like I just seen a ghost and I really did from the time I laid to the time I rose, light on, all night, Tortured as a young lad with my over-imagination, Staring at the darkness outside my door with frozen devestation, Until I reverted all that to creativity and made a reservoir..Made reservations, checked into that shit some years later, haven't left yet, still on vacation, which is workin' on the work to make a replacement for the years I missed workin' on the paper, steadily on the games, was a gamer, always lazy, layin' on the house like Snoopy everyday, Awh shucks, Good Grief, Charlie Brown, No Grief except the trouble I got in as a clown, curious since sittin on monkeybars starin at the world around..now I'm sittin in the clouds, still on monkeybars, just a grown ass kid still leadin lines to water fountains and outside bliss, graduated from class to classless, a practiced habit of excellence and intellectual strength to protect with passion, chess in chest, purge of fear with words in Tony Jaa fashion, lol. Peace, I'll be back.


Fin
 
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From dawn to dawn I’m lost in the zone,


Awnings over subconscious lawn,


Watching darkest pawns move across my mind,


Onward, a board-walk calm, where threats snooze under moons,


Knights still in a time to kill,


And those pawns of gloom transform to Kings of lunes and looms,


Remote alarms ring from foreign lunets imbued with light,


Unheard fore-sight of Bishops’ guide,


Until I meditate in the line of rook’s kind, urgently forwarded through lore’s reign of tuned life,


Secluded presence from focus, removed because of strife, still always maintain a slighted smile and bite my tongue almost never once in awhile,


Rebel’s might remains in eyes, treble ideals that tremble tripe tenants off edges from


Fields of affection beatin effortlessly, breath into etched efficacy, gears that link pressure to turn wheels of pleasure in repressin,


Reclusive modes, schedulin a weed-eater and home,


Cuttin' or rollin' grass, green thumb and my veins run reds,


Vane driven in veins' flow, where vanity or self-reproach switch direction in relation to speed,


Submissive self-sequester or Submission with sub-emitted missiles under mile diameter terrain of passive intentions,


Kindness for weakness turns to kindness for defeating, never winding or repeating, always trying but minding decisions elected,


Compulsive pulse protection of hope that courses most in all of what’s left of naivety, at least the bare essentials stowed,


Froam the start of it all, I’ve been through heights, lows, I’ve been through the loss of life in soul


From self-conscious holds, lo and behold, when it all falls down chambers-lend assist to Majors in swish


Reboundin what I miss, from college dropout to an unstoppable scholar slitherin in circles around knowledge,


Brawns in philosophic supersonic, sinewy sonnets of supra-par-chment outlawin any ominous obstacles,


Kept my heart intact in fightin to keep some kind of isle to myself


Away from vile, only use of vials, combinin ideas to provide a scientific mindset and organize blind will to supply blinds' reels to open hiding revival of potential in denial, seeking highest intellect and strongest chivalric acumen, accumulatin mass deliberation I will soon belay to you, a life in review, good and bad bathe in truth


And truth at present, is still far better than lies housed in protection of self projection,


And lies jousted to balance harmony of harmful honesty is far better


Than truth spoken to prove acuteness, induced by self-computed apathy for humans only human, duplicitous 'munition,


Failed illumination in felled disputes to elude the truth of truancy in piety, hastefully tryna disguise sin,


Mind, lies ousted at anytime to equalize loudness to truth, bringing sound alignment in grounded insides, is founded by devout


Desire to inspire hope, in spite of minuses, which can even sometimes be the deed of deceit's ply,


And is better than truth given, without love in mind, so it's not the words defined, it's the intent behind and the recipient's decision to co-sign or become offended by kindness,


Truth is, I’m givin all my time to either this shit or my finance, keepin to myself and my pen-pal,


Very silent men-towl, soon made to open like contractin cuh-nals, forever rapping, cryptic sobriety or blunt passages, no matter, I'm gone eat,


Immedi-ate focus all of sudden seen, marching free from oblivion of uncharted knowns,


To abandoned harbors polluted with lost fuel, on an empty tank, writin on fumes, poems spark regardless of variables or influence.


Doin my best to embark from the darkness of bottomless tunnels I march in, death in depths flush to lush every time my eyes touch


Thresholds unsung
and like lungs to blood,
love and geni-us perpetuate growth in self ;


inspiration to propagate through ignorance

dissipate darkness,
escape to freedom,
dusk problems, behind horizon..


remembering there's never just one way,
never one reason

always best
to mine meaning
to core

to see there's more to purpose
than what a single life could bring...

Fin.
 
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Challenges, success and failures


I don't see them anymore,


I only see flat ground and I'm bailin,


Flailin like Magikarp into Garaydos,


That means,


I really got passive motives,


But it just might not show for long,


Aggression toward anyone honing on my hopes


With their own, or from any other source,


I don't like that, so I avoid conflict anyway,


Anything,


Conversation or any congregation con enemies or amigos,


I be spacing, in my mind and in person, but as the physical vanquishes, a temple assimilates whole,


My mental Deebos me from the Globe,


And I daydream to free holds on me and creation,


Rolling down roads of marshes and docks with boats in a truck with a crew to circle flower beds around


Houses the size of three homes, yards with no need for boundaries,


But my eyes are affixed on dawn lit water, as far as I can see, cause I see larger things..


For example..


Trees afar look like tsunamis


Clouds stride across skies


remind me of a part of me that gets lost when I forget to look up from watchin' where I walk,


A darker side I fear to Quarrel with,


So I switch to God-Mod


And brawl with doubt


A fight scene by road side


And it follows like DBZ,


Melee in mid-air,


Side-scroll frames of grounded battle.


Just like when I was little, day dreaming avid.


I've trained to capture and control images in my mental.


I practiced to be conditioned when it comes to never quittin.


I made a habit of expression through diction,


Searching for the perfect sentence, or deepest message.


But


My mind's a little messy from missed goals,


Rearragin', puttin in order.


I've always liked to take it slow and steady.


Until I'm Messi and never miss my chance to score again.


Fin.
 
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Time is at stand still, but only in my mind's will, Everything else moves unbenignly, killing Feelings that I rebuild infinitely, or thoughts of fulfilling my unsurreal Dreams that I steer to wheel my hands to the pencil, But still my pen sealed, Moving at the speed at which one stands, or walks on stilts, or in heels up hills of rubble, On Pens and Needles, uh oh, now I'm in trouble, all attempts are feeble so any attempt after becomes an attempt to then attempt the latter,


So after awhile I see Nilch and submit to laughter,


Meaningless against the days and nights, an appeal to be what I'm not, but what I want, But still for some reason unbeknownst or the other, I write, awake around the clock winds, Hypo-bolic Time Chamber, against the odds, I favor rhymes,


20/24, I'm up, alert till it's life alert to put my life on sleeves and such, sheets like shirts, but I wear them inside-out, so I know what I know you don't know I know, so I can't stop, I can't go, Until I prove to myself I can speak what I'm thinking,


Clearly, or cryptic,


A deeper meaning in lyrics, or


A boastful demeanor, to wane hold of my premo,


Not my cousin,


But we working on something big,


Something like Noah's boat,


Two lives, double experience, no codes, all in,


Appallin' to watch another live, while walkin down a hall of mirrors,


Break them all then grab a shard to defend


From other responsibilities cutting into Carpe Diem,


Tryna break it evenly, Pressures weighing down


With more in work and even more in dreams,


Workin' up, working, thus purging failure, cleanin' where I trailed before,


Where tears eroded wells in, to clouds with steel lining,


Eyes dried by stale winds,


Stilling cries,


On teary late nights,


No more of a clown's face,


But from pupils of a Knight's,


As I try to bring my dreams to life,


No more hollow happiness in lies, pride,


Moving emotions to they full extent,


No more problems with focusin',


But with cautions of closin' it, eyes shrink in height


Running to that brightly tunneled light,


Dimmin' in the distant emptiness


Darkness slowly closin' in, unequipped


As I walk toward lonely blisslessness,


All seems lost with no hope of difference,


Just deference, but something's still alive,


Burnin' deep within, where courage lives,


Juries sit and worry burns in furnaces.


Slowly rising to return its gift.


Never finished.


Fin.


Okay, okay, that's no problem, the solution isn't getting started, the solution isn't stopping and honing ambition, knowing you got it and never lost it.. Molding spinning liquid topics into concrete rhythmic thoughts, the difference between a job and a hobby, a career and a longing to change the world through art and peace.


Peace.
 
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A dream, a gleam through eyes naive,


Anger aligned with peace, confusion of integrity,


Decisive or not, I always end up regretting,


Fighting to find me, realizing the life in time spent on writings is expiring,


Lying to the right of me and can die at any minute,


Holding by threads and wiring, everyday a belief in a 7 to 5 penance


To bring redemption for exempting potential in better decisions,


More specific, decisions higher than me, or so I think,


All the while still aspiring to be a writer of three


Generes, to be an honor toward a mother and a father that see me as bizarrer than reality to authors,


And I'm an Aardvark


In a Lion's safari, burrowing beneath the armies that wish to target me,


To find holes of anarchy and mole's kin that help me see, help me write to read what lies inside of me,


Where I must dig to climb


The heights I hide between,


Free the fear lyin',


Rise to breathe and bring back life and sight to dreams.
 
Aggression and submission switch as I seek discretion,


As I seek wisdom from within and from without, every minute I'm with mission or without,


I'm in route toward the distant, explicit, taboo pictures on mental tapestry,


Conversing with strangers daily about paintings they see or have painted,


Blank state of being to allow others a place to relieve pain or curiosity,


Or I blank, revealing masked ferocity to estrange humilty's opposite and


Fight Fire with Lightning,


A problem solved by redirecting its conscience around what is stoppin him, or her, or neither, can't stop the people, but can't stop ego either; as balance Is always the answer but not the product of process


tired of seeing "Kings" and too many pawns, too little Queens and as far as I see it everyone is royalty,


Knighted by enlightenment to Unite Men,


To bestow a lesson is to receive a lesson from seeing a blessin' is to be a blessin',


But lately that's been up for question, until I realized I'm prone to self-objection,


So until I eliminate rejection as habit, words will never reach where passion projects it, protects sanity and justice


And continue to build pressure in esteem to release a rain of stories, philosophy, daft words


Bringing smiles, tears, both
food for thought or laughter,


Different since I can remember to bring a difference, as i learned to see it, breathing in the conventional to exhale a true original,


A never ending story, draggin' pencils to set ablaze inner glory and the more I imagine, the more I tap in to my gift of Gab.


Fin.
 
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A revolution, a step toward fusion,


A better solution, absent of violence,


A renewal of minds of men,


Refusal to identify with lies just for approval,


A muse full of ideas, a soul full of music, I vibe, I vent,


Time flies while I sit,


Listening to idols and tryin to parallel line them,


To train my train of thought, tame the rebel caged in,


Keep writing to the world to change it,


Chaos stays on the scent of fear and ignorance,


on the verge of war,


The verge of an urge to reverse power, preserve a core


That emerges in any era, a nerve connectin ' internal warriors,


Eternal pure Samaritans to forward freedom,


A birth of new genes with truth and peace already in them,


A heart beats, a mom's eye glistens, Lives change,


A new mind begins, a new spin on senses and experiences from other just as specific individuals,


CHNOPS condenses, atomic composition of stars into flesh, blood and tendons,


Tendencies, habits, addiction, ego, compassion, the ability to make decisions,


To observe itself,


When a brain sees a face through a mirror and labels it superior,


Or when a mind sees its insides via closed eyes of the conscious,


From the start we've been in position to dictate our existence and leave an impact with it,


Marred Paragon.


Fin.


Summer solace momentum flowin, rollin over motor-mental mending metal-motive towards postponement of Autumn slumber,


Exhaustin heat to slow my temple or thawin dreams from frozen, either way my thoughts are ever moving, win or lose I'm always openly viewin shit,


Vacuum ventilation expunging many an encumbrance I hold in me, always gainin from fallin, No longer a phase of defacement, just a stage of displacement,


Just seeking face in gracefully patient allotments, always waitin, I hear em callin from far away, before were whisperin,


So I was only wishfully believing in predictions of pre-achievements,


Now I’m just continually seeking what it is that I’ve been keeping


From myself, unseen until meaning creeped in, sneaking past me for years, so I’m just tryna feel until it's as clear as air elemental veils, wear my heart on sleeves and then speak it well, very real and vivid visions spindled in varyin reels submerged in Venice-streets,


Renaissance verve in penmanship ever escalating, never satisfied, always chasin, always embracing, but I got it, working plural-ly, earning currency in mind and in pocket,


Went from blankin to bankin, go 'head and check my statement, Crustacean installment, beach frontier bard vacating in tranquility, harkin native serenades of herit-age, inherit thankful nature to merit gazes parallel to me,


Substantially increasing savings, comin soon to view, for now in review, under rennovation, sharin Apple market innovation, in heir of future stock values of a rhythmical language,


Potent entertainment, enormous jump from bankin to quotin, to give you an estimate quota on upcoming pro-duction, this a proto-introduction, surplus in gross wit-come, flowin like Witcomb in wind, coming Up wit’ fixed income, openin Windows letting wind in to comfort but oh shit, a vicious Vesari twister ascends swiftly in the distance,


Dirt entertin upliftin atmospheres of crystals, funded inquisition under pressure, to over weather, dispensin pleasure no longer withheld from present stanzas,


Prime paradigm of how to break accounts of silence, bankrupted by poems re-fining, so don’t get acquainted with quietness, all just a sign light is finally shining finance in appreciation,


Still I apologize to all those close for all the holes in time, still way behind in major debt, an attempt to try replenishing debit, now I'm just steadily compiling interest in,


So bet that I’m comin, been runnin, even sat on the same bench Forrest Gump did,


Wake up to make up More headliners, or I stay up,


Give it everything I got and I put that on my mammy, creative-mason angst-contingent in Langston-lucid linear-acreage and not a dime is seen,


But that ain’t what I praise or allow to lead, just plenty of change in plenty of written intensity, rhyming like black dynamite, flow precise, a complacent breed, but they don't see me like Canadian until I'm doin right and killin everythang,


Only in due time will it be plain to see I ain't made to leave, what a shame to miss,


What a pain to remain pissed, 'cause I'm only made to Be, to make these pages breathe, never fading,


Everglade serene, saying peace to hate or ever trading dreams.


Fin.
 
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Hid behind lines he rhymes


Specified designs to define his life


usin' pens drenched in mind


Removing mince, with which then he writes


Given sight to, in light of strife,


Darkened times a kin to Night


Never kind, pressured heights


Weathered by whether's he decides


Whether truth's he applies


Underlie falsities in disguise


Whether good un-sings his pride


Spoken tongues burned for tryin'


A blunder in his thighs,


All these questions, all these why's,


Never satisfied, forever burnin' bright.


Feathered type, attached in mind


Dipped in slime and turned to quills


To explain his thoughts and how he feels


Never less in will, open eyes and refills


Redefine,


Unexplained emotions to inspire


Never tires, long admired,


Seeking answers, to whose position he is blind to,


Whether those denied will ever find


Drive to motivate blue insides to


Spark and burn, ensue fires to fuses


Infused behind schools deprived


So if they lose,


They refuse refusal's life in them.


Slowly dying, dim.


Left To dispute or remain as mute


As mouths acute in fear to try, condemned


Fear of loss, fear to lose


Fear is root, sprouting excuses used


To give them power, steady showers


Whether he is one, or without them.


Further sproutin' with


What their fires are doused within


What their mouths are drownin' in


Where the unknown is found at will


Corruptin' all who are fount-in it


Soon their branches tower them


From their cowardness that doubt put in


And these are the questions amountin'


To Mountain-width, a soundless pen


Writin' days he counts on ends


Decisions lived, regrets that dim


Any chance of him succeeding with happiness


Left to write with fasting limbs


But something begins to happen then


Like Lavish ends connected to Passion's own


A tragic tone, yet it's comfortin'


Rewarding punishments, slumberin',


Wonderous, Hunger's whim back alive


To accompany decisions grace denied,


Laced with lies, haste defined,


Returning light to skies, to give him eyes


Lead and guide, Led to write


Withered life in trees Sun dried,


Self-defered, never tried,


Submerge in Hearth and burn,


All because he worked


Doubt to Worth his talent birthed


A spark occurred in hours' girth


Allowing thoughts to merge,


A lot of sweat, a lot of tears


Lot of time, lots to bind, park and drive


On the block with clocks that chime


Ticks remind, tocks decline


On the edge, still aligned


He never stopped, failed and fought


Pursued an end, only initiated once he talked.


Fin.


A feeling past extinct, on static brinks,


but let me bring it back, please,


Like park-establishments of a Jurassic theme,


Cuh-lassics to relapses


Then repeat, achievin masters,


On About my fifth degree, figuratively,


Or hittin Eagles back to back, all eighteen,


Deadly Shaolin Tiger iron swing, rollin gainst the ground, to breeze,


From tee to flight,


Like tigger spring, from fathoms deep to Ivy leagues, mentally irie, clean,


Soaked in Irish Spring, cleanse distractions for when reality claashes right into the eye of dreams,


A storm overhead passin, turning baths to seas of seize, that seasonally cease serenity of cerebral stature,


Just seeking peace, swiftly, with Seaking speed, just meeting means to deliver heat to conceited dreams,


Changing all compacted seas, alas, to begin releasing steam, actively being contracted to bringing


Rain onto masses, hoping beings inevitably see my passion breathing,


My compassion breeding,


My absence leaving Asses


On the edge of seats, Leaning Back,


Relaxin, chillin, maxin, easily,


Feenin avidly to redeem esteem


For what I lack and retry at failed attempts to grasp envoys of graphic beams that refract from the t-o-p,


Off the t-i-p, but no T.I., I free


My mind, unshackled heights, no A.I./machine,


But my mind is E.D.I. and c.g.i,


green screens behind ideas,


Keen mezzanine between the eyes,


Pair of epoch wings that I fly on, travel time on,


Atop of orange-lit skies, rolling against tides of floating seas,


Bestowing heights flowing over


Chrono illumination, revealing bullets of shelled remorse penetratin like intercourse,


Surprisin people with a Trojan horse of talent flourished under pallet floors they slept on,


Enter coarse, raping, no more hesitation,


Representing effort with a sword, wedging thin, presumably edges perfect,


No lie, Weapon primed at all times, only sleep when I reach my Prime, Nigh Nihlus,


Shepard paragon idealist, 117; the finest breathing,


The finest, bringing a finer meaning like .5 when I'm writing, typing,


Reading, reaching, racing to raising highly in evening skies,


Refining me and denying the eve of my time to leave,


Heights inside ever climbin, the type to write with life and still be killin shit,


Appealin' grip on realism's hilt,


Flow a drawer of knives in Mister Myers kitchen, rippin, slashin, slittin,


Master assassin of Inquisition, finishing off ignorance as a flawless victor,


If you didn’t


know, well now you knew, the clues resemble indigo,


I stay consistent and unpredictable,


Broke my ambition to no longer mirror limits shown,


Reassembled dreams, memories and wisdom whole,


Into soul,


Energy capable of converting hope to sensual, so I hone within,


Bones as cables, skin as an insulator,


Heart beats generatin power through veins


To mentally claim and retain peace,


Devout to Be, using doubt to reroute signals bleak and channel strength in chi,


Emerge a beast, a Hulk, in mountain leaps, I’m out, I leave, I’m gone, so peace,


Finally, omg,


Fin.
 
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Even when you feel there's no reason to go on,


When there's no feelings left to fill the reasons,


Stow for a minute, give life a second wind,


Blow out the candles burnin' fierce under angry fumes,


Bending flames into streaks, shooting stars in the sky for you,


To make a path that leads to stationary hope.


Can't change what you did,


But you can change where you go.


But Family won't always be there,


But Friends ain't always gonna be around,


Then Faith ain't enough,


Is pain all we deserve? No, need.


Frown just to smile,


Will to make a way,


But it may take a day,


Or two,


Give the time you need.


But don't forget to breathe, dig it deep,


Wear it on ya sleeve


share when you can,


But don't depend on the world


Cause the world is pending change.


The world's steam's multiplying.


Forming dream clouds, over worlds in our minds,


A reality under how we feel it should be.


Creating something worth sayin' you did, not missed.


Without a hug, or compliments others give


Shrug and brush it off like dust and lent,


Get away from the stress and lay on mirror sheets.


Rest.


Use what takes you away.


Music. Be you. Create. See truth. Be true.


Each day. To Everyone. Even you.


So for you, this I make.


So for you a thanks I leave,


For the read.


Best of luck, bounce back, reverberate.


Fin.



Sickened at the thought of Bliss


Wicked spawned, Fixed on


Spiraling silhouettes amidst


Towering horrors, that torture


All the way to highest corridor,


Lingerin' mist turn to


Clouds that close in,


Sealin' any openin's opposin' them.


Any enemies, any Light a shore


Is woe and will adorn to trick--


A friendly lore, A'hoy,


Pretending more and more


Lures decieve, a Rose's thorns


Auras warn, all around, they swarm


But they touch skin unwarm


Numb to touch, free of living form


From singeing remedies meant to free


Poised in dreams, clouds above


Pure in appearance, surely scheme


Over meadows green, Leveled,


Plains as far as good can see


But behind horizons breathe


Evils unbeknownst to the souls it feeds,


Those who come, are none to leave.


Fin.


Posed in winds, Sailing in silent tunes


Sung throughout a land aligned with Moons


Dead space where it lives, where it moves.


Rings around the Rocks. Sings, but is off.


No air is found, so no Air to carry sound.


Carry loud, carry far, Carry awe


So he speaks to himself, in his mind


And with this he is fine, merry, calm.


Self-applause, self-indulged, selfish kind.


Delta spined, melted, primed by his own


Bye his hands, set the tone, Metronomes


That are frozen solid, cold, alone, Only.


Bye his hands, Waving to the Sun souly,


He lies, unsung in Tundras among none


No others to meet, no others to come.


Done wholly by his own tongue, Solely.


Like the Earth's calling for the leaves in the Fall, lie the life in work and this soul due rest. And when winter's reach, cold and mauled, extends to Spring may the World cycle the dead or bring these seasons Death..


No reasons left in my reason to be, if reason for existence isn't in any of what I have written, exhibitin' my mentality literaturely, literally could've been anything, but this is what I've spent plenty of needed sleep rereading, many evenings asleep on incomplete pieces, because of hopes I held myself to, even before I knew their meaning, before I knew what it meant to be let down completely by Just Me, trekking through detours to see that they weren't just detours, now I see more, Now I know stress leads to a domino effect which creates a floor, a path now yours, and trails to two doors, One already open, the other's key is choice...Decide.


Now all I seek is love, Luck has to be on my side, ten year preparation, all this time with no rewind, makin every second apply, a ply around minute ideas of a life in a hell self supplied, for a hell of a pride, a hell of a drive,


Hell of a mind, a well of a muse from where hella lines a cappella the brighter side of truth.


Fin.


Spoken like a True Warrior


Token few of those crowdin' him


Flowin' as free as birds over him


Motionless are the problems


Crowdin' him as he walks openly


Through a world talkin' shit


Cautionless, pausin' lips with


Actions he calls on whim and words


That can't begin to describe, new life


With a future worth the fight


Pursued through actions right


Actions true words underlie


Dependence isn't a second thought


Just reflexive, off the top


Trust is his cause he paid the cost


Fought the pain, gained a name


Pressured by the fame, never


Did he let it make him less


'Stead he created pavement


His legs can sprint, he is free


He is his will, forever, infinitely.


Fin.


It stops me, lifts and blocks, Criss and cross, on and off, I'm here, but I feel like I'm not, Try to fight these thoughts, But they can't be touched, How to beat it can't be taught, Feel like nothing, feel like it's lost, Wish I could talk, but I just listen as the silence mocks, Just missin' it a lot, try to get it back, but it's gone in the clocks..


But it's still in the heart, Say it's still in my talk, Hear it all around, opportunity knocks, Let it lay on my breath, Feel it move through my soul, So it's never lost, just locked, Hidden in the rocks, removed by applause, Now I Mock and the Pain only scratches the top, Something much deeper than anything dug by the hands of the clocks.


Fin.
 
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New days do come,


Prevailing proofs of true self,


Showing improvement exists as soon as you choose


To pursue the roots of what moves and lives within the work you do..


So I just ought to do Good,


Because I can,


Because I'm here,


Cause of love, cause of hate.


Cause of survival before the life of man.


An In Memoriam of the Benevolent


Hands of Time land before my own


And other youths'


Soon in command


Rule the lands


If the future grants it.


So while I'm here I draw my Muse, through art renewed.


A Hero to Fall and Stand for All.


A Heart to push apart and pull.


A Martyr when I rise, Vigilante by noon.


Ideas today drive me to where tomorrow ensues and so on.


Always changing my angle, but never the point I came from


Or Aim from to long-range derange scum.


An Oasis of Arrow Rain encasing Heroes and Heroines,


To protect a Cause at all cost and secure the lead,


Accede the deed of defeating fiends, with means just as just as they see theirs,


To fight the Guile until my final breath..


Final step...final thought..I aspire to bereave and leave fear,


And I try not to think about the end often, or how death'll hit,


Try not to Cloud my mind unless I'm on a computer, typing it,


A SkyDrive to fly against a timeless wind until I decide to quit,


Compassion next to Violent whims,


Logos and Pathos finally blend,


Ethics for the Universe entirely,


A philosophical Titan of light and peace,


Where I find meaning, Where I find me,


Shine to find meaning and use meaning to shine more brightly,


And I know you see the fight in me, don't worry.


I'm working on that


Not really


Used to find it frightening, but now..


I don't try to be what I'm not, fine with Me.


Cherish the extra x inside of chromosomes


Mama next to me every time I breathe.


Every time I see defeat, or am feelin' obsolete.


I compete inside, an arms race between doubt and every reason I should proceed..


Each gets better, but which will finally secede...


Shit I'm wonderin' while I dream at night,


Romanticizing scenes of life yet to come


art type'a kid


Are you afraid of the dark kinda kid.


Focus on smiling


Sit back


Jam Cole thru beats


Write what Ima use to fight back.


What I write to the eyes of people.


All my ideas and their sequels.


Just take a look..


At these arrays of rhymes


LeVar child raised in rain and shine


adjacent to complacent minds, All's a friend of mine but I write in confinement because I don't like to sit by and pretend I’m blind,


So I just sit by and reason singularly to understand myself before I apply insights in teachings.


Before preaching I must be preached to whether by me or another.


Before achieving, I must recognize my depth for achieving and that I'll never be done reaching.


Before expecting others to change, I’m changing to lead and then leading a change, too.


Before attempting to feed the starving, I’m gonna eat, but only beets, please, ha.


I believe this is my n-i-c-…h-e, finished repeating blindly being,


Thinking, "Why should I let time fly by" and turned into An owl.


Guiding with my right wing and left wing,


To do good and do well,


Shot out to Purdue.


But more relative to will, which will depend on either all of me or all of nothing,


Our concerns entail our lives' trials, every turn compiles a trail, for me it's the ability to make amends with any, sharin deepest secrets kept as a link between me and hidden emotions that that person keeps, no matter the past, no class in comparin, tearin past outer shells of the incoherent swells that conceal bare truth in beings, covered preciously with care, and create peace out of thin air, breathe it in to later let it avail through an era of peril, Veils of clouds that expel to a velvet sun, rising to vermeil skies, compelling, vast sights of light trails that bring back tales we once contracted, no longer contactin, lost in abstractions of what is now and what has happened, every minute passin enlightens details we failed to recognize, Pale against Pale in a world where success may technically mean you failed,


Pale in my mind, where there's little difference between doubt and hittin the nail,


Pale is strength and pride, pale is attitude, apathetic mood impaling life,


Then I stop tripe cycles and dive into skies again, ride in stealth mode, social lightly, remote to folks, on islands of notes I wrote, remote controllin hold on Ideas, Hopes and My gifts, never rely on shit since I realized I don’t need votes to approve my ends...


Give up, why? Cause I lacked the fight? What a terrible plight, Well, now I strike with smites primed enough to send mis-sile like lines that guide feelings in flight on solar winds that wind up pipes to cite inscribed rites that multiply as I subtract lust, summoned over months in time,


Years of reruns,


Decades from a Climax,


I'll always be mptying imagery through needles’ eyes to thread sleeves, linen lines...used for bleeding, seaming, and depicting dreams, fixing everything, finishing off anything that disconnects, tears, confuses, unnerves or bruises the surface of medullas, my reflexes kick in, Gai apprentice, fluidly movin, intuitive to intentions, protecting ethics daily and reviewing objectives nightly, An Ethos Knight, guiding ledger as a weapon to acquest feats, reject the norm and eject free of reform, arrested only to the lore, sending pulses of nourishment to seek accordance with frequency of merging heart beats, crafted earnest, All covered in Scars pertinent from lashin, reversed when laughin, Uncertain to trust cause of lavish, when love hurt and compassion deserted us, still a small piece clung through conversion, to alas rise above in a flash, intact and untouched,


And In fact, I sometimes blush when confronted by broken tongues, because I know that that's just just love for what they know that they lack and grimmace as my path unfolds to truth and answers they think just lie in my wake, but my path isn't just on the way, my path is made of the way, So I know what's comin' in a sense as I run through my sixth, like Drake and his woes, no more woes as I let go..


Pssshh, I gave up on pleasing, no more pleas,


Now I’m either routinely fillin up moleskine lines,


or spillin oceanic rhymes,


Like a broke dam,


Like Oh damn, oops, here let me dry it,


Pullin out more rhymes to wipe you down with..


Oh My, Oh shit, I just opened up,


Like Low tide,


Quick,


Pull back,


Fall back, far back,


I come back..


Touchin skies,


Leading tsunami goals and tidal tact.


Fin.
 
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And since we think, we can't help but dream,


Can't help but be, and nothing else, or else we dwell,


Stay in hell, so I herald gales to cool, breeze and hail,


Never fail to move up, tornado trail, no, a hurricane flow


Spinning around mental globes, beginning over leagues


Of unknown wisdom, bring it up and spread it endless,


But wait, I cool, so it snows, soul engulfed by the cold


Of losing hope


Until I realized it wasn't the feeling of being frozen,


Only my will to please myself in fulfilling closure of a life before I knew you couldn't control it,


So here I'm lookin, deep reflection, my own opponent..


Empty means in pursuin dreams as I walk through evening streets, evening steepest peaks to a gradual increase in inclination toward genius and achievement, free my mind from free fallin, right atop of five feet, a heartbeat away from leaving, to awake caught in chain-linked problems, arrested to following feelings to pits and eventually filling depths with time and patience, but I don't got the time or patience anymore, so I step from isolation to isometric levels, iso-weighted sides of enlightenment in perspective, a decisive mind trying to mind decisions, full of rhymes and rejuvenation, strict diet, isagenix, caveman-like fundamentals on life, in a cave-like bank of funds in mental, dual wieldin truth and justice, firin' missile after missile, line after line, slivers of adamant silver in linear deliverance to mind after mind, I bestow reflective pieces, reflecting hope and peace to me, threading photons, stringing stars' sheen above my chest into armor to protect my Destiny, all my blessings' seeds under light to better see the messages hidden, buried where my head is under worry about where I'm headed, my mission's true direction, progression to transits to enter intermissions of inner visions, tunnel vision of purpose to search through my ego, worth and id and exit certain I've deserted every urge to hurt.


Fin.
 
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Don't tell me he about to snap again,


Running off of tracks


like it's practice and


I'm warmin up on the grass


like photosynthesis,


Stretchin tendons.


Focused on the finish


Readying suspension.


Then jumpin on tracks


To end at last,


Every passive breath I've let pass.


Take it back


pass and break to beat fate


Lap it


Just as the gaps regress between me


And what use to lead reactions then,


clearly above satisfactory,


Clearing distractions conceived..


While sitting in that same grass,


Fluctuating wind through lungs,


Increasing capacity over Lapses of Time and massive hits,


To relax and chill,


High on top of Massif tips.


Spent ages attracted to abstractly vivid ideas within,


Believing finance in silence and patience would finally cater me from previous islands,


Finely finding concise means to take what's confidential and provide words to describe me mental,


Genius UV-deciphering meaning with Peony beams,


Behind timely arriving rhyme schemes,


Lighting Dreamstones in my mind, Schala's kind,


A weapon restored and residing in glows of atoned lines,


Shining eon-length,


Controlling and producing an undying static plasma of my avid nature..


Generatin literature lightning allure-plied,


No hesitation, just procrastination,


Waitin to deem demonic dedication...


So regardless of whether I stall or steadily stay with,


Fall or befall my own applause toward chronically bred creations,


These meta-cognitive diagnostics will always lay in grey chambers,


Continue dawning brinks on paper,


Sharpening thoughts' horizon,


Edges becoming dangerous but feign-less in wake of


Presentation, an-descending others that I


Try to one on one relate with,


Swiftly induce and advocate views always malleable,


Compile lines that invoke contracted, blown images


Capturin what is intimate and illustrates moments on pillars that wholly assemble me,


Da Vinci memories and beneficiary willed intentions


Gettin sent through Vincent Go messages makin any limits known..go poof,


"No" contender, oil-water mix defense system to react against the heat,


A bouncing betty pool, calm until its fought against,


Bounce in abetting pull with solar strength that rue begins folding to,


Toward reams at the core of youth


And in future lore you haven't met before


Or even heard of yet,


Only left to observe at a distance my mind's uprising,


Heed caution to its geyser reach,


Where hate is love warranted loss in fear of being lost,


Becoming an opted trust in a blossoming belief,


Hardly any emergency cause I've already taken off,


No more burying, went from being tossed in delusions and seeking to ascertain approval,


To certainty in previous and current constitutions of ensued wisdom,


Wringing conclusion to the searching for satisfying need with said approval,


Removing selfish misuse of colossal boosts in confidence..


In lieu of, I received optimum options in opportunity, over due compliments from myself and that's the target here, proudly lofted thoughts freely move you with strongest coffee brewed influence from muses operation..through rigorous use of virtue, truth and observation, in mile length Confucius trips usually during walks in evenings beautifully moonlit, marveling sanctums calling constant, collocation dispensed in any oscillation, scenic summation of constellations in subjective ruses wooing muses proclamation, flaw swept consummate wit filing in, while trialing every dream I've dreamed and retrieving reasons to either convene or pledge, pursue meaning in failures and achievements made, repeat the cycles of stopping then proceeding, to finally reaching verdict in there not being any reason I couldn't be the correction in, couldn't beat the rest, and what I mean by beat is beat some fucking sense into all these poorly targeted, objective-wise, materialistic, self prioritized, conforming conformity by defining the definition of definition-less bitches, indefinite and in-adept in designation of moral enterprise because they follow hollow lines in heir of flawed tradition only resolved once acceptance to evolve sets the ball of progression, then all is well, until planes minted become dented in denial of fallen angels adjacent to dementia that I dispel, plain and simple, then reveal realization of all their works engagement facing mortality's expiration, encasing the sore reality of self composed inanity, that I au revoir'd to a long time ago, in modes of abnormal normality as opposed to falsely forged formalities and then in embracing defiance of failed depth I connived the definition, now delivered to Moriarty states of minds that fell in holes of mines...Well, behold is mine a pale from wells, bringin a drink from Doyle depths I ever dwell and thrive.


Fin.
 
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Runnin' shit but my lungs won't ever quit,


I just copped this arrogance


And I'm lovin' it,


but corruption sits in my deductive wits,


when lookin' back on my life's productiveness.


have I slumbered, ignored my hunger,


now adjusted to a flourished chorus


from them humble hymns, suttle wind to thunderin'.


sick of all the talkin' I begged a pardon


and now I'm fallin' realizin' all it took was fallin'


and instillin' my own involvement,


but still polished, equipped with the knowledge


that followin' hollows men to fill in an instant


A will ever farther than we've witness or called upon.


growin' up ain't about ownin' shit, it's showin' sense,


controllin' hold on emotions, wisdom to do or don't sin,


provokin' devotion at any moment for any and all you wantin',


potent growth in what I'm totin' to the moleskins,


so it's over


From coldest solstice


And seekin' solace


to knowin' I'm just the coldest


sweatin in chicago wind


durin' harvest's end


movin' forward,


forever more words


more turns


more defers on my journ


More emerged from more


and now more is heard


more is spurred


more is given


so more's arisen


now more's deserved..


with more precision I explore the world


with more than diction I put forth vivid visions


worth the time imprinted and now I'm only sure.


Only sure I'm solely first.


Fin.


-------------


Walkin down this same road.


Swear I seen these same signs.


Swear I've felt this same way.


And they always say


The first cut's the deepest.


But it hurts the same every time


Change just as much every time


Anger in my heart toward myself


Failure in my eyes, can only look away


Or hate


The results I make, the choices, my worry


In everything I say, insecure about everything I do.


Maybe it's a third eye's view.


Maybe it's a whirlwind in my muse.


Can't stop what I'm feelin.
 
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I know it seems like I ain't been alive,


But I'm Johnny Five..


Chappie like,


Robotic days,


Repetitious late nights,


I'm always up..


Still learning life


And creating new ways to work on gettin up,


Workin on fixin what I lost, due to too much trust


And not enough insight..


Lost Tales of 90's kid..


What a time..


Where'd it die?


Sob story of a kid different than everybody he's livin with,


Still did whatever I could to get attention, except not try to get it,


Like, "See, I'm smart."


"Pssh, that's easy, I’m athletic."


"Yo, that was funny, but my joke is better",


But I wasn’t any of those things,


Just semi-clever, sorta fast,


Could run forever,


My jokes was ehh-mbarrassing


But my wit was slick and got me kicked


From class,


Hit on


The ass


Soon as I got home..


Couldn't help it,


Was a jester/cool cat, feelin like Sylvester,


And Stallone,


Laughter was like epic explosions behind me as I exit,


Imaginary shades on and I wear them like Schwarzenegger,


Terminatin urges of hatin, unless you just hatin to hate then,


I'm workin them nerves in until you compressed well or caved in,


No Spinelli, Gus, Gretchen, Vincent, Mikey, TJ,


I ain't playin,


But I was still mighty playful,


Any antic to pilfer every acquaintance of misery,


Positive company and we drankin, no fists free for impatience,


A desire later accompanied by envy toward a brother as competitive as Olympics and MLG,


A pride based merger that lit the fire in my mind to be better than what I could aspire to be at the time..


Only inspired by competitive compliance,


Thus, I never noticed the flames spreading,


Moving higher,


Taking over,


Because I admired something blindly.


Cause I didn't see limits.


Boundaries weren't allowed for me,


Just a Will to further Will when Will isn't how Will was suppose to be,


A reservoir that filled from my brother's Will,


To be faster, more skilled in every field,


To be a master in every facet,


Understand a little deeper.


Speak a little clearer.


Write more avidly.


Be a genius first.


But he was cleaner in appearance,


Meaner with his sprints,


Machine in a singlet,


Always in a gifted program,


Or gettin rewarded.


In AP classes like it was normal.


And here I am ten minutes before homeroom like,


"Psshh, I finished homework,"


I ain't care,


Still claimed an air of pride,


Which later created a terribly, horribly over anxious mind,


A circulation of Alexander the Great and Alexander's bad day,


Debated any notion my bro could throw, until it hurt me,


And turned me, to a motion-sensor jerk to any weakness of anyone,


Headstrong to fit in and to ignore getting along, to ignore ignoring to solve things,


And no matter who was wrong, we fought,


We argued


Like mad men.


Commander Greil and King Ashnard


Over the medallion of Lehran.


Permanently pointed targets.


Never failed to never move on,


absolute sobriety, fully brightened minds overanalyzing and constantly refining


Light beams on anxiety,


Seeking any flaw and trying to make it kindly leave,


Then violently,


Then I plead,


Etc., recycled scenes,


A stall of forwarding lore and body's peak,


Priorities ramblin, a clutch state of being released early,


In the middle of everyone in a hurry, instead of just doing me,


I sped up to make up,


then got fed up


cause my vehicle started to mess up,


Made the purpose of doing good


without knowing what good is a lifelong concern for me,


Just to end up missin the point,


Hindering choice,


rendering poise,


Descending voids while pretending to be overjoyed,


Plenty ploys to receive affection,


clingy determination to never disappoint,


What a kid, just a boy, such a nuisance,


Ending up doing too much like every mall cop,


So when it was time to lay down the law..I stutter, or wonder off in thought,


I fumble, trip up,


get dusted, over-musted,


or pushed too many buttons


I was busted for lacking combustion in aggressive summoning,


So when passion, or childish reaction came to cross paths with opposite traction with how I travel,


Did I switch..


And it all came back to me,


Power Pole retraction,


Boomerang Combatant,


no Sango,


A Yogi Berra,


Drawing blood


With graphite as adamant as Tara Markov,


Toph Beifong when I search for life long confidence,


conscious hardheadedness,


A flaw that evolved to ill-tempered and mild-reasoned discretion,


Solutions severed from all my effort to perfect existence,


No one around to help manifest potential


Except me, reject rejection, that's all it takes,


No exception.


Only me.


Only I can choose to forget and forgive,


To kill or let live.


To spread or condense.


Just tryna live without ragrets, not one letter,


Outside every night,


Vampire to truth,


Opposite of twilights,


Clear skies in direction,


Only weathering resistance,


Earnin XP to build defenses,


Extra life,


Just playin MMO's a little longer,


Dreamin vibrantly,


Like when SSB64&M was in and I played it like Ken, till I conquer 3 level 9's on the same team,


Handicap feelin like Hyperbolic,


Like Goku and Gohan sparrin,


Late summer nights, early summer sunrise,


Just me and my bro,


Always brawlin, cut throat,


So it was destined for me to end up aggressive, then submissive..


Then back to the origins,


Man, I'm trippin,


Off tangent on how I'm livin',


Co-signin my signs of insanity, mental sickness signals,


My b, I guess I was tryna explain my first seeds of being inspired


And where I am now as far as what gives me the diehard vibe in heart,


The extra skill like Skyshards,


So, excuse the emotional reflection,


Just some extra entertainment to perfuse my muse's fuel,


Food for thoughts dressed up, for food for thots; attention.


I release like oxygen from cell walls, photogenic, solar genetics,


Shows and absorbs hidden blessings,


inspire me to rout tripe routes, remove trifling roots of rue


And sprout toward dreams in the light of eyes that view,


A sundial inside that keeps me movin,


Hands and third eye rolex fluent,


Alone and abusive, so I could use the extra boostin.


No hangin out.


it feels useless, I ain't doin' what I like, I feel like I'm just doin',


So I jump on pc's with a c-u-p of c-o double f, du'ble` e,


Double-u-tee-eff, to see if I can bring you's guys a smile or tres,


am or pm to fine tune every line and


To find ways to amuse muses that inspire me to be alike what they do..


I've been on pause, so once again I apologize..


Cause on the other side,I've Been workin on applyin a mind lost in time,


Turtle time,


A cautious uncertainty making plausible my worrying..


Like..


If I shared my thoughts with you, would you accept or reject me?


Would you see me any different because I ain't a depiction of your impressions?


Does that mean I didn't express myself well, or am I surrounded by the over zealous?


Or imprisoned by judgmental logic and instinctual defensive mechanisms that pend discretion


And depend on arrogance or pretending just to blend in?


Would I be wrong not to expect this and reject being accepted?


Should I already know my direction and just say fuck it?


fuck you?


I'm a legend..


If you reject it are you accounting for your own misdirection,


Your own self discrepant ways,


Or are you just seeking an extra outlet to direct your inner rage, inner confusion tapped by lack of restraint?


Do you even account that everyone is seeking perfection, the same thing that motivates you, perpetuates them.


Self conflictive when lookin in mirrors at their eyes,


Self convict. Retina Island. Iris Major. Pupil Minor.


I'm self committed, not saying I'm any different,


Except I don't settle for forgetting, or slaps on the wrist,


I ain't slitting, Just admitting all my sinning,


Well at least all my evil bidding.


Cause I don't settle for just anything, or dismissing because I'm missing attention,


Or the strength within to see myself as capable of being incapable, ignorant or unstable,


And I think that's the bigger problem,


And I can't not see what's seen.


Just a deathly ending; the only way I won't reach my goals,


A little obvious, but still probably missed..


And anything else, to me, is just blah blah blah, eh, meh, feh,


Not at all enthralling,


Kristen Stewart as Kagome..


InuYasha by McConaughey,


Like kill me now. Holy shit and cow,


Wow, let me stop, or else I won't,


Crazy mind, maze of inner voices, meddling sounds,


Peddling through shrouds of colorless noises,


Loud, to the max, Flamboyant, help me blast through caps.


So I don't hear what I can't do, what I should do,


Who I should study, or look up to,


Be buddy-buddy with,


All through one ear and to the rear of my oblongata


Or the rear of my bottom, till I'm on top of every problem


And hatin sounds like Slytherin, gibberish,


Only Skyrim-Dragon literate.


Feel power whir when I'm whisperin.


Past all that, "OH, I love me, love me, love me,"


"Listen, Listen, Listen," constantly missin the point type people,


Tryna steer me,


Tyrant mindset,


Lol, I tried man,


but I spied bad vibes,


People who claim enough light to darken all else behind,


Navi's on all sides,


My principles, my teachers, my family, my people, my people, met strangers more kin to me, than any critical without considering their opinion and what it means to speak without bias and defend a point without being deceitful,


Like shit..


So really any Supervision.


Who use "experience" to claim superior.


So I soup up vision to be attentive toward my principles


And use experience to realize how inferior we all really are,


Improve albedo of interior mirrors,


Lighten myself


And plan to ascend at a continual rate,


Converse position with existential debate advocated by competitive ways..


Too much to say in just one way, so I'm gonna keep goin till I've hit every square inch,


Verse by verse, idea by idea, second by second, I'll be tryin'..


Never a final, except for now,


Fin.
 
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