(Thoughts) While Riding High

I just love sounds of trains at night pillowing my ear drums with screeching sounds of metal clashing against itself as it sores through its alleys.,
Focused on one main goal.,
getting to it’s destinations.,
Yes., I’m thinking too much,
Perhaps I’ve been missed lead by my judgements.,
(Thoughts) While Riding High.,
So high that I can feel myself pulsating out of my chest.,
Can’t even search for anything simple.,
Heads racing.,
I’m fathomed by thoughts drifting in and out of comatose consciousness.,
Lol (laugh, or pretend laughter), no that’s too literal.,
I traveled more of a distance in my mind and saw something.,
A glimpse of something that could’ve been.,
These stories that wraps my head infinitely with thoughts so fast unable to interpret a simple comprehension of my own mind.,
I came out with something.,
You know the one thing man all “hopes for”.,
Hoping one day the evolution of man can rise and conquer a again.,
While I listen to the subtle tunes of nature blossoming into a Rose.,
A rose where no matter how pretty and beautiful it is, you’d still have to deal with the most slightest of flaws.........,
Yes the nature of us.,
Imperfection.
We built things on earth to let it all rot on top of itself, isn’t that obscure.,
Let me get out of my own annoying thoughts.,
It’s like the mind is built like fireworks that blankets the skies of earth with energy.,
I picture myself owning something.,
And again stop overthinking.,
Owning what, they say?.,
It’s tragic how limited minds can influence millions of innocent lives using them as tokens.,
Telling them what to do or say.,
Instead of just breaking through and living the best lives they could it’s all about control.,

Smt I’ll stop getting worked up, Pt 2 is coming soon I hope everyone enjoyed reading. If you guys have feed back, give me some feed back, I’d love that through and through.

Many have fallen
Fewer chosen
You see realizing this life is just a fragment of my infinite imagination where theirs many worlds I’ve existed in such paradox’s.
My theology shackled mind chronologically ordered by my nightmarish slaughter of a utopian society admired by the percentage of the world so rich and left unseen,
being coated by molds of acid hemispheres of worlds we’ve jacked in seems to die slow by the third degree and it’s worsening.
Astro sized coffins must be bought in this day in time to substitute grazed heated bullets piercing spines, thighs and eyes, minds ****** from auras chakra points paralyzed moments ahead when our flesh became ****** and scrutinized.

Is this all I see?
Is this all I know?
Have I not become?
Will I ever know?
Should this pain keep me?
Should I let it GO?
Can I believe in me?,
Too late I know what's wrong
I have lost all life
I've lost all feeling
I have lost this love
Maybe I pretended
Should I be who I am?,
Or should I be who I'm not?,
How can I tell her when
When Times forgot.

Does anyone wants to be alone in the dark
Lost without directions just flesh and a heart
We all become stranded from day to day
Hoping that we will find someone compatible with the same faith
But we seem to see the same grey face
scary as hell locking love to someone that doesn't prevail
Getting beat up inside so our mental starts to swell
Our emotions becomes the cell building blocks without a bail.

A common trick lead out by logic sense
The way you've cried tears a underwater metropolis
The wounds are cut, so thick blood are shooting from your veins
You try to hide the pain so you sing hymns but reminisce
About a love you once had back in pages of your life
From the way you met to the grity lust sessions living trife
But nobody made any type of effort to keep you on a path
To righteousness they rather see you struggle living fast
What type of wrath is this it makes me mad and ****** to see a women cursed
with imaginary gauges on there abdomen.
To realize that a man a breed like me to treat there opposite with such grief
No true beauty they just see a simple piece of meat
But you can't blame a man we hunt **** but in the end we are all poisoned
From something we misused
By the way we neglected something so good
But in a way to much of anything can **** you.

So many questions in my head about simple religions
are they something God made or just devil envisioned?
Its kind a practical but if I ask I'm demon possessed
**** let me breathe in this cult I manifest.
I'm lead to believe in something I don't understand
I ask with such command am I insane because of this.
They tell you two things opposite from each other
but share the same views like prosperity and salvation.
Telling you to not follow Islamic Ramadan,
Hinduism caste systems or anything that corrupts the mind.
To me its just nothing but simple communism
an oxymoron for morons without a way of living.
Too many days hoping for a message in a source in a enlightened force instead of letting nature take its course.

How many years am I gunna live behind shades
Even my shadow gets the most attention.
Tired of wishing for the best still the stress keeps consuming
success is up a hill a thousand miles away.
Only if I had dreams to steal just to **** time
A false grind running in circles chasing my own ***.
well even a dog wouldn't chase after a ***** with a fur collar
I'm a dog barking at these strays.
No choice no vision just a broken sand clock
paused days seems to delay my own knowledge.
No oracles its rhetorical trapped inside of Matrix living a basic life
Brainwashed by circles of successors.
So many serpents biting my flesh in this Garden of Eden
Starving and bleeding constantly dreaming when I'm sleep
and when I'm sleeping I'm 2 steps behind.

No friends, no family
I never had both,
An invisible substance consumed I choke.
How can something so overrated be poisonous to the veins?,
deceiving to the brain,
unlocking evil to withstand.
No caring about anything
nothing at all,
Too much of *******
wounds are pierced so I fall.
Are they trials & tribulations?
no not so,
too many levels to pass
too much weakens my soul.
Cheat codes I wish there was easy ways out,
from this dry rain 18 years dying in droughts.
No trees just sand, no sand just cracks,
no plans just rules and laws to act.
Thats why some tell you to think twice before you settle down,
either you wither or agree to be bound.
So much things of sorrow tattooed apon my chest,
thats why its called "Love Crossed Out with a Bold X"

Morning everyone sitting on this throne looking at the terror brung
a sorrow tune sung constantly.  
Loose change and hollow tips followed by human brains
left on concrete a crime scene, caution tape are we too late for change?
We all walk along shallow ice
below is the earths core melting the elements of life.
Followed by vultures picking at an abandoned corpse,
splatterd in all sorts
another age being split short.
They say we are in a age of experiments
well our science fair is being polluted by ignorance.
People become cold blooded from first checks and silhouettes
the material things frying our minds like croquettes.
Are we something mixed gone wrong
did mad scientist just plan to put boy shorts false ***** and thongs?
to keep our eyes blinded by *** appeal and drugs are just as unreal
Please wake me up did I forget to set my alarm.

What if clouds fell down from skies
and stars were 1,000 degree shining meter orbs aligned to target earth?
As much things we've done theres no benefit from just one good deed
we are all indeed doomed turned ashed in tombs not even able to continue our spiritual quest.
We described ourselves as complexed individuals
obessed with visuals same *** a changed *** to run away from reality then run dead into a brick wall.
Theres many questions unsaid and many great minds having to weep because blood shed is enough said from a death note a quote saying hes better off dead,
its not about mixed relations or faded retaliations this was all planned a real hunger games seen eye to eye through many nations.
Thats why hip hop is where it is today it hid way too many years in the shade now it finally reveals that a once strong culture is manipulated and turned gay.

When I came through
horizon,
laughing at the sun.

The clouds fall,
The stars show,
Heaven just begun.

No more hate,
No more pain,
Just humans claiming reign,
And the waterfalls
purifying souls.

All hail the king of pharises
with pale pigment and gold
all for the controlling of a soul.

He stands on a stable to speak
not concerning a embellished race
destroying all with a colored face.

Tormenting the meek leaving them weak
disfuntional ways to teach
his disciples are emotionally scarred.

Selling themselves for lavish living
into clear repertoires
transformed into a dark star without color or void.

This is what the King turned his disciples
with the power of persuasion
developing future wars to impact vicious invasions.

If I can't see your eyes
then whats the point of seeing
and whats the point of believing in Love.

I cry sometimes
but not because of the pain
its just because I'm unwanted,
the thrill is starting to fade.

I tried to commit suicide a few times
it didn't work,
too interested in walking through mazes,
with deception and hurt.

Valleys starts to wither
I haven't seen sun in months,
lack of warmness, I shiver,
Its like hell with a cold punch.

But as I end the journey
at the peak of a mountain,  
a voice screams, shouting
I wake up from a dream.

But there I see a woman
smiling beside me
holograms, images Tricks, lies
she disappears forever lonely.

I have some words left unsaid
though I feel like there ment to be,
I see the light
and I know you dont remember me
But I come here to say, that I love you so.

Sweet Chassity
Sweet Chassity,

I've tried to fight it
but I know it wasn't feelings
and I know I tried to hide it
but I know I only see it

Sweet Chassidy
Sweet Chassidy,

I tried to fight it
but I know its killing me
My love for you,
my love for you,
Sweet Chassidy.

Fresh like a breeze along the beaches of caribbean seas,
squeezed orange juice on early mornings in champagne glasses.
Fresh like a bald cut on a Marine, Navy seal
or even the old man down the block keeping it real.
Fresh like a baby in a womb, car smell, new perfume, dorm rooms,
or anything that seems cool.
Fresh like a new pair of J's,
or even a basketball player even better than Kobe when he plays.
Fresh like a girl opening her legs for feelings of *******
or even teenagers using proactive for there pores.
Fresh like tired of saying fresh like
I'm the best right, lyrical lights
infested blood, Z Type.

I know its wack but I try my best,
to even contest with poetry,
complexed not even a inch of talent flowing in me.
My enemies telling me that its real
still there scrolls are sealed,
lying to keep my lips sealed.
They laugh behind my back
giving false facts, about me laying down wax
to keep my rhymes charged to the max.
Instead I walk on tacks bare foot open toes
its a lie to tell the truth why should I even appose.
I received a broken nose mentally
foreseeing scripts critically
AM I FRESH I GUESS NOT.
More of a plot to leave me blind,
terrorist worst then Sadam
aligned  to lock my mind
I look at myself below divine.

Sail through the seas of passion,
Exotic love actions are everlasting with a intimate touch.
Its far from immorality or lust,
for each other we trust,
our senses leaves us breathless.
When we kiss our lips create static creating flames,
we both go insane about the crazy *** we've made.
The time has come because of a wedding ring,
looking beyond better things as we reach our final ******.

I walk into a bus and there was a man standing
I sit he turns around farts directly in my face
The smell of course was awfall
But do you know what made it worst
It was the summer time, well for me that day was a curse
Not only was I mad I thought it was inconsiderate
He was old so my first instinct is to respect elders
But that wasn't the case I wanted to give him a one two
For blowing stink bombs in my face I could have died too
Was he eating dead rats or spoiled ravioli
A toxic situation I wouldn't hope apon my enemy
If your loved is in a coma that would be the remedy
I swore I've seen green smoke appear from his ******
Cleared out the entire bus including me the entire section
Yeah thats what I get for taking this mans seat
Wasted a bus fare to toxic gases and being lazy.

Shattered mirrors from levels of hypocrisy,
shes horrified,
the reflections are not hers she tells her conscience.

It makes sense for her loss of self-esteem
out of her mind,
wanting to be more like the ones on T.V. Screens.

She cuts herself to keep from feeling pain
looking at herself in mirrors,
she forgets her own face is the most shame.

So where is Mary running to
a road with constant repeats,
vacancies she shall reap within her mind.

In misty mazes she resists her own soul
controlled by demons,
pale skin shivers from lack of Love may last a lifetime.
A finished maze she comes to face a cliff that’s ends in nothingness

From wars erupting earths core,
we've settled a score only for the heavens and hell to see.
We smother the stench of temptations with potpourri,
only to deceive others stimulating parts of a brain.
Still pardon my slang
Are we using something to rearrange a type of mental suicide arranged,
in order to display portraits of lucid terror?,
Throwing smoke bombs to keep a little order
but even so that's just keeping us ***** for more slaughter.
Like roaches and raid a single spray will cause fragment mutations
a zombie faze shot with steroids and black plagues, just a graze to depict nations,
human infested sanitation able to retaliate government abomination.
A conversation my mind read by Pagans
walking through hallways,
a million rooms perfume and a two headed waitress,
mind binding views,
imitations, crosses, limitations,
serpents, pulpits, fuels lit and shattered creations.

I was wondering if my pictures clear
in heaven I see stairs
visions impaired, living in fear
Dark halls cancels light.

Footsteps I wonder what might happened if they'll aproach me.
Silently moving swiftly through avenues of depression.
Maybe it wasn't heaven in disguise,
it was all lies, let me sleep so these dark hours can pass by.

As I sleep it follows me into a trans
seeing nocturnal images,
aggressively ******* my life away.

Resiting things,
not even of tongues but of possession
my opression is my basic fear
a player and contestant.

Gravity Falls,
Gravity Falls
Paintings of disasters
Maid Dolls, following eyes, Creepiness,
Gravity Falls.

A war within myself is like mental intoxication
I can't think right can someone fly apon me,
So I can even contest with such a spiritual fight
but let me not say things because insight
another demon might just take away what I think is righteous,
Gravity Falls.

Churches and cathedrals filled with paralegal misfits,
its just sick how beautiful nations can come to this.
Bowing down on knees just to see a better view,
quoting a bunch of words or two,
you lie sins still comes in multiples.
I know because I've seen many clips being load,
and triggers pulled to explode flesh just to expose the soul.
You wash your faces with holy water,
then when service is over your back on corners bringing wars such as black on black slaughter.
Selling dopamine to fends hellacious scenes seems to be clear to see hell-raiser dreams I seem to intervene,
contradictions to competitions, imperfect visions,
natural destruction I can't believe,
a deep pit I can't perceive.
Arab stores selling crack, Coors and ****** ******,
Nobody scores in this world of imperfections.
A twisted method and deal we keep our lips sealed,
and peace is killed all because of the choices of freewill.