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484 · Dec 2014
The Jokes On You >_<
A person who has the world but wants the universe. That is not greed!  that's a mind with perception far beyond your reach. She thought. Then created. She smoked. I smoked to. I love how you learn me and I learn you. We even created quotes. We even created jokes. I hardly give credit to anyone. I don't even call women pretty unless they really believe what I'm telling them. So the jokes on me. She said men? the hell with them!  She already knew any man's outcome. So I was thrown in the same pit. For you thinking us men talk the same ****. but I still find this story cute how I still found my way towards you. She didn't know my suit was fire proof so the jokes on you............
481 · Dec 2014
Mindfulness
My preference for time is to be aware of it's existence but to not be in it's presence. I am 80 years old today but with the body of an adolescent, so what does it take to become a professor? What does it take for you to follow my lesson? The truth, literally  is the dru wood, etymologically speaking I feel as if I have to be myself in order to be misunderstood and that's what I'm aware of,  the self, the soul,  immortality is my blessing slash curse, you have cash I have an eternity to write words. Sorry you're so poor.
Your reality has just transformed..

Entangled within your past...

Beneath the surface moves the essence.  

Your true presence.

What tranfixes your world is my universe.

My life lessons.  

This is not luck.

What makes you pathetic is you have a weak ethic towards only grasping what you can entrust.

Thus.....

you only trust your instincts.....

so you must....

See it as unjust....

Hey stupid!

Will you know it when you see it?

Or will you doubt your premonitions?

See I did it .

It's equivalent to being nonexistent.

I don't fear it.

I can hear it.  

Plus I can sense that reader is  a ***** who's afraid.

Will you admit it?

Can you taste it?
Will you face it?
                            

  Or will you replicate your weak destiny?

Peep flow. Don't ask what your not permitted to know.

Thinking cannot be forced.

Yawn..... Nor can it be withdrawn.

Listen *****.

What your about to do is at your own risk.

I don't care if I lost ya.

Proceed with caution.

In fact.
You have a chance to turn back.  

                                      Don't regret because you will never forget.

Or can you?

     Do you remember all the words I've sampled?  

Do you scrutinize what I tell you?  

This feeling.  

Where have you felt it before?

My spectrum of incredibility...

  is boundless and raw.

Further and further. You are burgeoning but you need to let it last stop worrying.

Reaching into the pinnacle of your past
Who are you?
Who am I?
Who are they?

The answer is ........



What tranfixes your world is my universe..
Characters of simple business.

               A peddler who keeps tracks of his clients what is this?

                       Sheet metal.

I bend this element for my OGUN.  Thus i made a SPOON.

                   If ONE knows spells to "make things happen" then how come I never told them to you?

                         A binder to what clings .
"you cannot bind what does not cling"  that's the thing.

Find the song.  So you can sing.

Some cling themselves to the truth the rest have lost because they've FELT they have nothing to lose.

                  I am not amused.

Cross roads as the zodiac. How am I supposed to react?    

  Sincerity is my divine worth.  

I do not recognized the faces of these NEW gods.            

                                The world seems so odd.
Invisioning this is believing
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*** with firm footing
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animate the subject and footage.
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how do my electrolytes taste ?
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consistency with your misery I laugh at the ATHEIST faith
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Fools! the atheist is under the same ray
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You still listen to your Jesus- television phone screens-college makes you selfless as can be
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I need not go further YOU'RE ALL AWARE OF YOUR OWN MURDERS
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Ask yourself
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should I thank the community
for creating the foolish me? Well..  that's what Jesus told me.
She is the eclipse to my sun.

Created in the image of my greatest ambitions.

I feel her unconditional love that manifested into this dimension.

These feelings,

created deep within my black ocean

only to reach the light that is her heart.  

I am one with your imperfections.

I am one with your ART.

The moon lights my dark ocean...

The myriad of this emotion

the magnetism of her mystery.
454 · Apr 2016
Elemental Hero Neo Wise Men
The mind of a psychic.


These writers are all bias

,  so who the **** gone buy this?

The average man clones some uncultivated **** you expect me to pour my heart out to this????


Solo.  As I verse Clans of weak strands.

Flat earth thinkers. When my thoughts sink in,
   they get deeper.

signal gets weaker.

You can't google up these features.

Defining the colors hues of a preacher means nothing if he's still a preacher.

Because no one cares to read em

     for those that CAN'T SEE IT  they're lost man LEAVE em..
{DESCRIPTION} ~ DIVERSITY AND TOLERANCE  prevents us from generalizing.  Sorry for the ******* WRITES
Knowledge this.  The broken speech you think a *****'s ***** is deep? **** with me. These prayers are simple we pledge no equal while they gain wrinkles we live as immortals as equal with no annoucement  just non verbal gestures as confirmation I found SATAN. My sun tan is the vibration.     It's obvious I attract the opposite

Knowledge this.

I **** Symbolic poetic prophets!

How does the color Orange correlate to french politics?  

It's simple yo, I'm the child of the ancient indigo.

High temperatures when using these components, when you're not focused,  It creates the notion of psychosis , all as the "incoherent too transparent."

It's not like something is going change **** my name I DIE BRAVE AS THEY DIE SLAVES
Whenever I write I escape time,
then create my reality these scrapes of physicality challenge me  I THREW A SNOW BALL FULL OF **** AT MALORIE.  
                                                      ­           MY Terrible writing forced It's way out to HIDE in the realm of TERRIBLE RHYMES  now tell me can you distinguish any differences with YOU're eye?
449 · Jun 2015
Her Hair Has Those Spirals
Responses about your hair spirals. To remind you always be mindful. Her eyes lifted. It glows like my spirit. lips puffing like blunts. Acoustic imagery shoulders relaxed no stress over my enemies no distant can limit me. No distance can limit us. Through mastery of the mental, he was able to see what the past and future civilizations have been through. The gallery of my art is locked away in the ark. A tolerable period. Exposed in a poem. External experiences. Reflecting whats inside you. Inside of all, inside of these walls. These secrets are dead to the modern day mind.........
Blue colors are attracted to me.  

My Destiny.

To Explore The Mother Sea.

But what can that mean specifically?

I heard they tried to embarass me in front of reality.

Thus I'm interdimensional. But I digress..

To proceed.

is to progress.

ah but there's a reason one can walk on water without getting wet.


No regrets I know the ledge

these words will remain under the sea bed.

The color blue.  

My love for you.  

Mý Mood .
written on sept 7th for Yemeja.
My mission. For you to disapear without researching any of these definitions. Erase me from your existence..  

Let me show you how to channel this. You sorrows will be your advantages.
4th dimensional shift.  A sandwich between this reality to a 5th dimensional riff.  Listen ***** I don't speak in anaglyphs.

Knowledge is the reason we bleed violet. This acknowledgment said in silence.

Mysteries of the cathedral. The common man that tries to EXPOSE this evil to the people will have their vocal cords ripped out by my eagle...
{Description} ~ the common mistake the celery does is to  try and enlighten another celery.
One -"It's very hard to trust someone you don't understand"
One - You're one strange individual
Ahchosi -  " you have no idea....."

Woah/ what is their goal? They want my soul and that means war! The most high says "*** you telling me for?"  The story I tell.
Breaching through the gates of hell's gravity well.
I roll an L. As I observe that gravity sells. It seems they want one who's down to earth. Even though these thoughts are outside the universe. I Absorb energy like sonar panels.  Catch me in a garden with candles. The struggle. **** being subtle.  the sacred water hole was where I broke the code then pierced the philosopher's stone.
Isolated. All alone.  My paradise. My hidden home.

Time for it to be buried. 

My uncensored library.

The sanctuary...

Contained fresh sea foods and dry berries.

See I address few with the truth

because a lot of them are subdued so you can see how they are hungry for more dues.

My quotes.... outside of reality.

Debt notes couldn't Carry me.

As if you can buy me off like any regular *****


Their image.  Looking all pale.

Cynics with Beijing beards and dark sharp nails.

They want to interact with the Grail. {Me}


They want to Awaken from their hibernation..

But how can you see your future in these statements?

Through telegraphics..  

through telepathics.

This is so you are not Conditioned.


They shall carry my message like a pigeon.

when this is rewritten

You will finally believe my Electro-magnetic vision.

Retold by my children after I'm done living..

I see crimson clouds.

Fake wizards spreading ignorance out loud all proud through phonetic sound.


 This is my message. I am the Only one left *****.


**** talent. Remember you're better than them if that's truly your passion.

We the artists.

To draw the map.

Draw the path.
Draw our first.
Draw the last.
Ignorance is Contagious.

Peep The secrets of the ages

With darkness there's logic. (Being Blind)

What i speak is more than deep it's common sense

thus these thoughts are  bottomless.


Quantum coupling mechanisms some technical ****.

Konfuses you but that don't make the reader any less of a *****.

Define what is Poetry or rap?  I demonstrate how to break the gap .

The answer is simple in fact.

If the protons don't attack the retina then all we ever see is black.

My mentors....

  slayed by the centaur


I hate mankind for every thought in my dam mind is like explaining color to a world that's blind.

No ability no extra ocular mobility Writers are  silly to me..
433 · Feb 2016
SunToucher
The Suntoucher.

The surface was Artic cold it froze up her soul. Its remarkable. How can the sun be this cold?

Things are not always the way they seem.

To torment a woman with false hope is to basically leave her stuck in a dream..

I pity those who use love to raise their self esteem.

I told my wife to never depend on me for she can conquer it all...

and I'll never depend on her for she is not the reason for this ART.

She understands this for we are both rationalists.....



She is being reaped and sow at the same time.


For we represent TIME. I play the sun and she plays the moon.

Together we form the sky.
This is for all writers out there who have writer's block.

    Funny thing about writing is that it's so  sedentary.  

She told me " I have a rose quartz  full of all my thoughts,  I've figured you can keep it safe for me. "


          Perfected by nature your beauty gave birth to these words on paper.
Think tanks with closed minds.

Had missed unknown facts.

Christ is the spine.

My secret dialogue is a map.

You're quite lucky in fact.

For I'm in the mood to share some of my scraps.

Here........

Crumbs to all my students, enemies and celery....


I've wrecked melody.

Thus you won't remember me.

HOW can you waste my energy if u can't stand next to me?

You can't produce YOUR Actions in front of me.

Oh how you look like ***** to me...


  You can't keep up mentally.

Huh? Oh I see.

They're reading this for the laughs...

so what's a pen without the craft? 

 True power cannot be achieved by fighting over the animals in the zodiac.


My mind OVERSTANDS all of that.

My actionable impulse......


to act when I can't relax.

I work hard but try harder to travel beyond that.

To those who made it this far.

We've maintain visual contact.

This construct.

It's illogical to add all my poems up.
Watch my stance. Peripheral glimpse impossible glance.

  Figure it out. When you can't brain storm I'm the cure for the DROUT.

This rain.

is for the brain

when you bust a vein.

        The radiance of the mind will destroys those that shine.
      Words from the oddest, Increase the Wattage to bring them to this realm of time.

Customized the lines of string theory, the ling-gum  linguistic correlates with this
Mysticism turning it to a probable infinity.
Let go of the stress man I was deeply depressed so famish in fact I needed to rest. I found a link between the inner deity and myself. Owning specialization doesn't require special explanation this information is my interpretation The poetical series of compositional arrangement cavemen cave in to this statement. Nowadays it's all about the "catch phrase" I'm dis-infatuated with writers they sound so foolish and basic. Thread by thread sitting at the table to make this. Simple sensations are fragile so how will they battle? Just like nature surrounded by the unnatural.  The light brightens more and more your muscles tight and sore lobotomize the audience with my origin. My metaphoric euphoria.
Imagine nature as a female aka mother Gaia and I'm watching her;  looking after her as the unworthy try to flow to her vibration I sit there watching her play them lol.
418 · Mar 2016
Flowers Stuck In The Attic
A watcher or a prophet?  Fear stops the evolution process. Paralyzing your motor skills while my voice is so chill.
    
Just escaped the cave made from amethyst brain cells exposed to canibus  a sloppy artist to challenge the talented.

You're naked to these elements. They say the whole cosmos a stage words from a sage.  I ignore those who try to thank me  so I gave her flowers that look like candy.

I know her thoughts.  She's searching for a sound. A change of background is her momma proud? Whats the difference? You're just a flower perverse in glass at in abandoned attic.
And me the only witness with answers.........
415 · Feb 2016
ELECTROGENESIS
Look at what YOU chose. The typical. **** or ***? Peep the visuals. What does it take to trigger dopamines towards your hopes and dreams? This excitement felt through your cell tissue. Electrogenesis. You'll never See the end of this. I Implore you to reproduce these sentences. This my life story the benevolency before me told me my birth date was holy. Understand this poetry. This composition is salubrious. My darkness has me illuminated with no changes. The unchangeable. Refuting YOUR professors theories they're all meant to fear me. **** this new **** it all seems counter intuitive. I'M tired of this student ****..
Creating a new cryptic language.

These are the sips from the goddess 's fountain.

Deep levels of wizardry my mind constantly stuck in cardio. These reads SUPERCEDE your needs.

**** pressure. I always kept it together  no matter the weather

I will always see the TESLA in you.

You are the air currents that satisfy this mood

  the energy from my roots

             constantly fighting INERTIA  just to get next to YOU.
Solar cycle 25 I got nothing to hide

Eclipse pictorial scripts  form the Letter C

narrate your soul to me

these prophets

Analyze      

artists

Through the
  Intelliegent  interface the sound they crave degrades those at the rave.

sound speech of the DEAD i wrote it in red

Time travel in my head

  As your  emulating  my lead base  look at your face how do you turn it to gold? Do you know?

You lost your ritual rights

   I can prove who's the nicest tonight

scientific hypothesis you show hate with your fake third eye conscious

The cold wind warms my darkness

you can't claim to be an archer

if your not above all TARGETS

star seeds get ****** they don't cherish the gift

they take the risk

to "ATTEMPT" to defeat  my spirit

remix it 


 feed it  to their young 

 these words got you sprung

second guessing your cunning with the phony style your running,


man but you got to try something!

See that's the mind *******'re lost

YOU CAN'T COPY ME OR RETURN TO A LIFE OF FAKE BALLAST.

Sharpen the dullest  rip my skin off for more notes on all quotes  discovered.

The oracle Cthulu helps me write the unusual

  IT'S NOT LUCRATIVE BECAUSE I REFUSE TO SELL TO THE STUPID- Sike they all in -to  it!
The color yellow is attracted to me. Induced by flattery
                 It just wasn't my battery.>>>>>>>

For I sought out clarity......

and instantly she wanted to marry me

  if I said yes then where would that carry me?

The lone wolf has no constituent need to breed.

And yet,  The world keeps messing with me!

Reflect then learn new speech creating star seeds,

so in In a way, All my children are in need!

Just Trust in me and the color 3.

It's tough for me

To act like it's nothing to me.

At my best. Depressed.

What does it feel like to be obsess with me?

I'm numb to that shock of chi.

What happened to me?

My creativity.

Is for me to ignore my victories.

Consistency.  

It depresses me. I never get to cherish me.

All in secrecy the love for all starseeds...
Outside the box I've watched the clock move as my style grew outside their view.

This position of weirdness.

Bald and beardless.  

Only those who follow themselves can feel this.

They're locked. 

                           Exposing truths. (Lost)

As a pseudo detox.

                                          Mocked.  

For trying to refute the fox.

  And yet if these words Ever appear foreign

YOU WILL NOT REMEMBER THEM THE NEXT MORNING.

Too deep.

                      Concealed in my ocean.
406 · Dec 2014
A Hero Stands Alone
Arctic economy. My heart thaws out to your odyssey. Consecrating the spirits

you reduce the drama for me drastically !

As we modify the weather. Your not the other half of me,

but you helped me discover half of me. 

I'm Sorry I need to be alone because you can't comfort me

like my poems.
A large amount written down. I've  figured it out.  

How not to drown;  The lead of my pencil ran out.

Thus the switch to a feather quill getting more ill.

How Chimerical ? brb

Acquainted with my realm distribution of Immortal cells.

This system strange strains of wisdom.

Immune to gravity.

Energy within me energy within you.

The sun and the moon.

While you swim in the water's deepest darkest mood

                                                           ­                       I feel it relaxes you.
Lyrical inertia.

Witchkraft chemistry seems so elementary for these progressing professing purposes.

You have lost my respect for your reflex cannot accept fear as a stimulus.

**** is a nightmare on regrets? Ridiculous!

This mission gets a lyricists in trouble.

For being known is an everyday struggle.
                       I don't know you.  
    You don't know me.  
         I said this a thousand times .

Your ****** gland has been incalcified.

As I stand alone with divine chromosomes.

   The stupid are docile. yet in their eyes successful as a prize for the PROPHET'S food.

   While the self aware fails to produce I cannot feel          

                                                        what it is to lose.
396 · Mar 2016
The Simple Complex Me
You're all children with no brain feeling.  You can read this again and still find premonitions.

Through Detterance the tension created prevention,

which made you write the wrong sentence ~~.>

this Modicum gratuity towards brain immunity

these methods of compiling information cannot be understated.

Only those HUNGRY will be saved from starvation.

Is that not the very trait that makes us create then?

**** being worried,  it's just this  lack of humility disturbs me.

listen to this I'm going to teach u how to fish

this lyrical fitness
I've
Never solicited for each word witnessed  **** I look like selling trinkets?  

  I am naturally cruel to a ravenous fool,
for jealousy detours from my tools

             you probably feel you can refute these rules.
what the **** is luck?

           How can we discuss your savage
distrust? 

   I am the benevolency.

    You're blinded by the gifts you have received. Allow me to speak figuratively.

This is the simple complex me.

A paradox in speech behold. MOON WATCHER, SPOON ******,  Eclipse sensors from the Alef to the Ox goad who wants to play the fox role?

Not me,  not I ,  not you.

The world is Full of RAVENOUS FOOLS

Emulating my alchemy just to create something new

my blessings are a curse to you....
I hope you go where you wanted to go and find the peace and freedom you seek.
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The mind is meek.
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One speaks,
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so that all can conceive.
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These are rough times where the paradox be.
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the separate-self finds others who are separate and share in that so called “wealth”.
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Not you.
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Not I.
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I remember the times.
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and yet we are content alone.
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He and she had no archetype they just play the role of one when their vibrations were low.
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He saw her like no other, .
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Like the divine mother.
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as if it was just him and her existing in this universe of contradiction and all it’s grandeurest moderation, they went against the currents and all that discourages transmigration.
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I’ve watched you from a far and I miss every moment of it.
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Guess I wasn’t raised to be civic,
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We need no image just to help paint the image for others.
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We’re just here,
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and you take what you want from it.
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I hope your in peace and find your brothers and sisters like you always told me you wanted to do.
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Our duty,
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to express words and not take anything too seriously.
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I hope you’re happy together and can see how much you were loved.
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Loved even by those who have never met you.
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Maybe one day we’ll see each other again.
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For in this life I will give everything I have, just for the purpose of giving.
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Our thoughts are like vehicles in the desert.
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We do not know where they came from or why,
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it just needs a discerning eye.
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If you find yourself in the dark, I’ll send you light and love to help you find your way.
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Doves fly away above us, as we are bored of its reoccurrence. .
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Is it strange that we seem content to others and yet our emotions are stuck by these under currents?
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Do not get lost by a person’s surface...
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Get lost with the wanderlust of their deepness.
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If I die,
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please tell my children I’m still alive.
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Speaking through a person.
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Speaking through a poem.
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Involved in their ‘knowing.’
388 · Mar 2016
Smoking My Foe's Ashes
Salt lake city ******* salty Utah ******
I whisper judas as soon as she tries  to kiss me.  

Just left my enemies lair

blood and sweat drips on the sand.


The mixture of this great elixer;
to those who can't picture it will find it bland.

The phantom zone of terror controlling the weather, me with 32  degrees to measure.  

These spirits formed a catharsis.

My thoughts get brighter. The sky gets darker.

At this altitude this poem gets shorter.

Sipping mountain water go back to your fake order.
     Those martyrs will never figure out these coordinates...

Consulting my spiritual cabinet;  the Spirits I rap with.

STRESS IS THE ***** that ***** my **** quick  after that I

Smoke my foe's ashes

I have an obsession with creepy branches.


Letters from russia with love.
Your destiny is fighting over my blood.


The world has so much LOVE mixed with greed & hatred.


let it go.

Who really loves you?

You never know.

That's what happens when you think fast,  you die slow...
{DESCRIPTION}~

Salt lake city ******* salty Utah ******
I whisper judas as soon as she kisses me.  (Travel, learn, and watch yo back)

Just left my enemies lair (Plato's cave or earth)

blood and sweat drips on the sand.
(I left clues)

The mixture of this great elixer;
to those who can't picture it will find it bland.
(it's boring unless you get it)

The phantom zone of terror controlling the weather, me with 32  degrees to measure.  (Zodiac in the sky)

These spirits formed a catharsis.

My thoughts get brighter. The sky gets darker.

At this altitude this poem gets shorter.

Sipping mountain water go back to your fake order.
     Those martyr will never figure out these coordinates...

Consulting my spiritual cabinet;  the Spirits I rap with.

STRESS IS THE ***** that ***** my **** quick  after that I

Smoke my foe's ashes.  ( conquer stress and use any form of negativity as inspiration)

I have an obsession with creepy branches.
(Transfixed at the correlations)

Letters from russia with love.
Your destiny is fighting over my blood.
(At a place where you'd least expect it there will be someone who appreciates what you do)


The world has so much LOVE mixed with greed & hatred. (LOVE has been conditioned to greed and hate to those who don't love what you love)


let it go.

Who really loves you?

You never know.......

That's what happens when you think fast,  you die slow... (Reasons how one can be stressed, they're not spending their time right)
388 · Feb 2016
My Jupiter Aspects Her Mars
I never let her gorgeous looks get to me.

For I know the recipe.

Based on proven principle.

This is my holistic approach.

Now I hate women BECAUSE

"How is it that we become sympathetic towards the pity of the ones with superficial attributes?"

The lack of human stimulation did not amaze him.

She tried to tame him.

Her impulsive actions, her military mood, was powerless towards his VIEWS.

My Jupiter Aspects her mars.

She took my criticism and analyzed it to the stars.

Now rejection plays a part on whether or not she's a hero or emotionally scarred.

She said "Now I know who you are !"

I said "0bviously you stupid *****!

"You didn't think I knew the games you've played weren't fixed? "

You're conditioned to all that ****.  

See I don't hate you I just hate the you that you misrepresented yourself to me as. Which technically is not the REAL you.
Show no effort

My absurd ethics  

appear unpleasant

       its actually quite impressive

           and intensive.

      for several seconds

These words appear clear

but true meaning get lost by fear.

I hear Whispers about , how she can figure me out.

But there's doubt.

They can't track me
                should of known my soul mate was the one to outmatch me.

  I need to defeat her  before my thoughts get deeper ;  lost at sea,  the letter C , they letting me ,

Hold a piece

                           of my memory

i wrote this last verse

              drained from my energy.

I was able to preserve my memory before I got my heart stolen by the enemy


they always seem to have the same tendency  

        I'M in a ****** up position she Tried to steal my wisdom
{Description} ~ Women can make you lose focus. Just keep doing what you do before you mess up the real you.
Although I know the truth at best,
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I confess there are different levels of comprehension,

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so I can understand why you let yourself become possessed
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You were obsessed with being asleep, but even If I tried you wouldn't listen to me.
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Of course the easier method was to chose auto pilot over an expert seat.
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You studied fashion and I studied the law of attraction, you left me for the devil and I became the guardian of relativity in which I look over all who's distracted.
This rhetoric transfixes those who bare witness.

A man will always be manipulated by a women.


For he was not a man and she was not a women but individuals changing life and the universe
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For man cannot live without her therefore they will do anything she ask him to, I laugh at you, for these are conversations I share to my moon.

Men without a clue. Women have nothing to lose.

Are you amused by what they choose? In contrast to our immunity ; we all learn something new.

It is not much for a women to be cold towards a man's suicide for men all tend to get stuck on the inside....


But she cannot live without a man.
For the love she looks for is enslavement.
I told my babe this....

The common women will see power as the basis

She calls it love thus the excuse for exploitation

The advantage one wants to gain for one's self.
                     Differs in sexes. The consequences. Two subjects who needed each other to become selfless.

I looked into my wife's eyes.  She NEVER needed men in her life . She looked into her man’s eyes and realized he lied for her independence, so she knows she can do it herself, he was selfless towards her victories.

I pretended to worship her outsides, only to meet the inside.

Shocked that he knew her better then she did.

No wonder he never saw her as a women or a 'she 'or a 'queen'  for what he called her wasn't just for esteem but the secret to their dreams.
I am neither man nor women and so is she,  we are our own breed.
377 · Dec 2014
Container Of Sand
The bond that keeps them strong never mind, the lid is off, so I knew they were not  suppose to be friends at all, the lid goes on, their love gave hope to marriages and stuck commitments what is this?  They influenced everyone to find the true meaning of spirit. The lid is off,  they realized they became soft and needed to create something to remember when it goes back on. He said "I know what to do" he stared deep into the eyes he knew he wasn't attracted to and said this is the real me so I'm sorry I never had love for you but I'll save you. He climb to the tallest mountain and left the lid half open half full. Nature's wind will fix our point of view!  The conclusion of this story is don't let people or spells help you make your next move unless its for the greater use of the world and not you.
377 · Apr 2016
A Joke Is A Parable
False prophets never pay homage.

                   I'm so defensive we're all doom to an ignorant ending.

  My brain races to create these poetic mosaics

                    to me
ART and teaching are the same thing.


                            **** being deep. All it takes is...

One try.    One love.   One lie.   One liar or lyric?

As spirits watch me.

            This parable mocks me. The first joke contained the essence of truth

in a way,  it haunts me....
My mind is her diary Wired with a fuse made from ivory these blunt sessions burn down
your trees. (Walls)

Dreamer chaser. Goal oriented.

  My  physicality embraces these new taste and scents.

                                How does one truly make sense?

      I ripped my skin off just for some more loose leaf they're still trying to out do me.


Sure you can make up your OWN impression of this but I don't think that makes the reader any less of a *****..
Arctic geography. My heart thaws out to your odyssey.

you reduce the drama for me drastically !

As we modify the weather. Your not the other half of me,

but you helped me discover half of me. 

I'm Sorry I need to be alone because you can't comfort me

like my poems.
372 · Jan 2017
You Will Lose To Them
I hate you *******...

that's HOW I **** your sisters

and smile proud at my mug shot picture.

Qake up the next day with blisters on my lip to spit at a ministers face. **** ya taste.  Create mental ****.

Tape me and watch how the Mandela effect changed the footage daily

ya pathetic, my phonetics are so repulsive  you're  forced into credit.

Slave owner, to any human dumber to fall for gender roles as another form of dogma. Comedy grows on us. The character of nature swarms around us.
@JEANCARLO_OCHOSI- The angel loves the devil out of me, songs become my inspiration let loose the talk of freedom and lyrical alchemy.  The ocean speaks to me, the metal around me vibrates to this melody, the wind puts me in a state of serenity, I can't even remember normal speech because this beach is too peaceful and I don't want to leave. Around my elements, around my Orishas, my teachers, spiritual techniques developed from my dreams,  just know I will never let you go. Life never bores me I just want to read all her stories see her at her ugliest and laugh because the soul is the only thing I see. In contrast to human traditions,  human ambitions I'm sorry I can't listen I was stuck building my own compositions.  My mission is to verify the true meaning of words and free the mankind of all of their delusions.
367 · Jan 2015
Psuedo Real
Love songs got the best of all of you, you're friends are slow like molasses you look stupid with those glasses all of you. I live strong as the condescending one, spending time alone meditating like a monk, lost count of how much of a fool you are drunk. I started to see myself as the only one, literally the only one, who's mindful enough to cherish his existence, so as you read this which I know you will, know this is poorly illustrated but me being awake forced me to make this, this is for sleep walkers just know I cherish talk, but you only  talk about the pseudo real, I talk about the sounds I hear, from spirits talking to me about how they feel..............
In a single moment.  A simple poet, wrote every single component. He was the closest thing to Moses. Indeed. Watch the speed. Reaching infinity. After you're done romanticize over the lies. Open your eyes. Dimensionally polarized. These are sober times. Focus your mind. See they have trouble sleeping. Their souls bleeding for withholding secrets. Without honor, life has no meaning.  
Break away.Break away. Break away.
Beneath the elliptic plane. Retrograde. We don't think the same. Observe the earth. Do your own research.  A forest starts from a tree first. Only after physical rebirth.
363 · Jan 2017
Mars on March Nissan Winter
Mars on March I crave *** from the start

fecundity  stay reminding me its fertility  the green grass grows next to the misty sea,

               can you make things clear to me?

The seven Gothic spells on how to communicate in this hell , my satanic realm.

Perception , distortion  the problem is you have seconds to prove you're not boring    



      I would rather remain focused.
It's not enough to rhyme so I break the very fabric of time to tell you,

stop calling yourself odd


because I'm bronze


in comparison to those drunk off gold..
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To each his own !
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Let's melt metal
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create a tea kettle

be healthy and understand we were the first who settled. (To discover)

then beat up Christoper Columbus after that hungout with Americus,
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only to conclude it with me and you seeing how they've built the pyramids....
354 · Jun 2016
UNREALATEABLE
Advance rhetoric/

         <<<<<----    \ backwards penmenship.

Eccentric.
 
                                    / Time traveler. \

Stone cutter / Lone brother self educator this burgeoning is unrelatable/

                                 Owls are known 2 meet secretly/

   Oh how they rush to copy this Animal behavior/

                               how does one mark a dead carcass?

                       I'm being watched by Star ships  as they zero in on this location/

               I told them WHEN instead of WHERE/

                 /The knowledge I've shared./

                               Helped those slay the BEAR !

Recognize.

/Take control of the petrified.

                           Remember there's TRUTH in all  lies.

          How is it that one can doubt me?
 A slave owner to those who touch the concrete.

 No discrimination. I have All The Time to wait.

They've sealed their fate. On a plate next to their mate  Because these stains just won't stick to me..
                          
                                 The World has NO mystery.
OPINIONS is what causes a mess...
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then more opinions attempt to clean up the mess..
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as it doesn't clean ****
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it only creates another problem...
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As truth with no opinions
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gets silenced and gets one killed...
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The wolf in sheep's clothing
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their facade of TRUTH
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which is really opinion.
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it's nothing new
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They appointed the anti-christ daily...
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as one cannot grasp the realm of incredibility.
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These morons truly hate me.
350 · Dec 2014
I've Read Your Mind
I know you're reading this
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My mind was preset ti begin with.
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Who will believe this verse in time to come?
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Shakespeare wrote allegorical work.
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My hearts races for the high of life but
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I understand that we're both married to our craft first
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So I've read your mind
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I agree,  this cannot work.(At least we ******)
350 · Jan 2017
A Skim Through Notes
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....
344 · Dec 2014
Who I Know But Cannot Meet
Attempts I take so many, I do not hesitate to create my own destiny but logic has the best of me. My memory is my enemy,  I remember too much too clearly, psychologically I don't consider you a mirror version of me. I see you as one who I know but cannot meet. Just one conversation, your not taken, just feel cursed by all of my patience.
Fear as a stimulus. As you come near this impulse feels like an influence.

"A breath of fresh air."

A kiss to pause both of our realities.

A read in which time cannot see..

Her voice helps me escape so quickly..

This write is to represent the time spent unconditionally.

How is it that your so comfortable with me? As if I was there, and you were here?

What does that mountain say to you ,

to all those one track minds, even if things fall apart at least we did the climb.....

Aware to innerstand my surroundings
I lay flat on a skateboard to raise air awareness, I will never share this.

It's funny how one can find a feather just by the feeling of searching for something and not knowing what it is...

I to, write something unaware of what it can be.....
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