I WROTE RHYMES just to escape Time


From the soul  sal solomon sun moon

How do words effect your mood? Do they bother you? I am not pretentious I over extend the definition

I have Insomnia, from evil spells conjured up by karma,

but the minds a farmer,

their ghost don't understand the genre,

when you speak it with honor, correction ana - - An sky cow  question the How lift brows upside down if your underground then you above all now....

The macrocosm and microcosm


until I'm able to sew back the sky to solve the problems


it's sort of like a zipper



I rip the very fabric of time itself

The best poems barely make sense..

To dip my hands into the fountain of her cerebrum.

Her chakra purifys me.

             The ambition to my slow world.

From dusk til dawn staring at the lines on my palms.

               Stuck to a song
          
     My skin is the uniform of the norm

There's always an open door

but they shall always return after they explore  

just like a loyal cat they are bored.

Life when we first arrive... With no memory of our lies...

Humans running in a constant loop.

Subjectivity, granted as the dauntless.  

Circular statures of reason they're quite comedic,

these predicaments involve dancing with the seasons.

Constantly UNintrested.

Things are easily forgotten

I am the ONLY one who has witnessed the problem?

If you're amazed by THAT colorful imagery

well your life is too simple to me.

Make this up and see what you come up with,  **** reluctance. I call it "Write there" because you made it out of nothing

 you ' write the air'   thus created something,

Improvised,  

visualized,

Conceptualize

the math to your demise my writing hand feels tired.

                                                           The elements show off their motives you are just a rodent.

                                                                       Even if i get stuck the moon just wants to ****,  impressed by my luck but it's not enough

                 it 's nothing, a novice falls for the *****.

I'm up early,

the same story gets told again. 

                                                        ­               This rhyme has no content.

Take a step back.

You're human. You've failed. You're ugly.  Europe is a country.  This line can make money.
The letter three  the number Z  , Red vs Blue ,  what does a world with 7 continents expect from you?

I pray you are not alone, ah this verse has a life of its own.

My zone away from clones

how grown I am

for speaking this tone and talking to the sand.

The beach at night

The sand feels cool right underneath vision

I ask for precision

when I shoot my arrows of wisdom

we listen but never remember.

comprehension attention spans the grain of sand how do you read the beach?

It's vast do not get stuck in your beliefs.