The void in the pit of my stomach spawns grotesque lyricism

Cynicism in mind shivers as the mind considers the complexity of time
Hence we tend to the epochs with uniqueness
Betwixt the manic and the peace
Fit perfectly in pockets of freedom
We breathe in the seas and spit out the seasons
Breakers of zen then we put back the pieces and admit under the pretense of human
Consumed kin with a youthful exuberance
Exhumed sin to the fullest
Archenemy to prudence

The Foolish

In this meteor shower I saw heaven’s steps and my demise
Apocalypse on high
Nevertheless I scraped together something worthwhile
In between the cracks from the sunrise
And the birthplace of my sunset

Twisted and scarred
Dejected
Marred
The flesh crept in oddities and rare type form simile
As colloquialisms bend spines and the linguistic upscale technological paradigm upheaval couldn’t read the irony in the sequel
As if it wasn’t made of its own evil

"Be still”* she says
“Be still”
“I want to play you a song”
Wind caresses blades of grass
Song birds sing as if free at last
“Can you hear my song, child?”
“This song I made for you, but I want you to share it with others too”
The wind flowing through me
Flowing through we
“Can you hear it?”
Delivering motion so deliberate to take and give back stillness
Forever it blooms
Like the excitement a boy gets when he flies his first kite
Her gift
Makes the flight south just a little more luxurious
“I hope you enjoyed my song”

See I got a couple problems
A fact you might not notice see
A struggling alcoholic
That masks it with some poetry
She doesn’t do it often
Just times her soul is broken
Breathe
Resume with curse of self and see emotion take its depths
I mean emotion makes a mess of me
It weighs me down
It’s drowning me
I wasn’t always scared of death
But now it’s all encompassing
The lack rhythm in my bones
May have some complex undertones
Despite the stars regaling blaze
I’m lost in self destructive ways

We’ll start you off with old but goodie
I mean a chance to come flow with the soul of a rookie
I mean perhaps I’ll rap slow so you know that I shook the scene
Back to back to unfold here we go are you listening

Now

I came from far away
Galaxies beyond the way
Fallacies along the space of rhyme but who’s in charge to say
It’s time to move I’m lost I say
Travelling across dismay
Unraveling the thoughts that strayed too close to truth
So trans I sway
The hands of fate as transient as me
A dream that’s splintered see
There’s fragments and a habit makes it ******* hard to even breathe
But still I dream
Pretty dresses frequencies
Evanescent remedies
Give me feathers in my dreams I’m tethered
Spectral entities have gathered just to make a means for me to go explore myself
Give me peace
Mental health is damaging the spectrum
Still not learned my lesson
Still it burns the chalice
Lie awake in my own ashes
Now that wasn’t so bad
I wouldn’t be surprised if I lost you
I mean… I’m a bit lost and found myself


The next step is
Finding a secret weapon
Mine is seen in lapses of highs and sundresses
See my mind is seen as deadly by spies and stormy weather
Probably because it reminds them of the essence left with spring leaves and cherry seeds
Give me death but gracefully
Trident kissed I’m to my knees
And to the wind I sing for thee
Three verses fulfill purpose
A coming out and I’m real nervous
But coming out is so clear first it’s the run away
I’ll go insane
Cognitive’s in disarray
Fifteen years of subtle tears
Then two words wiped the pain away
Two more chords for the rebel state
And a few more for the treble placed in the groove
Course it’s to regulate my move towards chaotic state
Destiny has pleasantly assigned for me the breaker steeze
Boundaries and symphonies have synchronized the synthesis
Still awaiting my genesis
Take my hand this exodus ain’t heaven sent
For heaven’s sake too many times I like awake
Exhausted as I fight my fate


Acquiesced compelled to breathe in
As a fragment of the planet collects the seasons
In a basket made of pebbles and thoughts of great nature
Inhabitant unraveled named Shannon Wavebreaker
She sees the sun in little sparks and honest hues
In the moon she preens
Awakened steadily
From a slumber self induced
Petals start to bloom
A feast of memories
No more pretend to be someone who isn’t really you
This is really me
A lovesick demon with some really ****** up tendencies
But still I travel there’s so much I haven’t even seen
So much to share with you
Even infect your dreams
A martyr and an artist and a prophet and I’ve lost it
And a little bit conceited but I bet you won’t believe it ****
In fact this is a wrap concludes my part in this revisiting
So I’ll ask again
Were you even listening

A luminescent endeavor
The heart crept with ink clever prints on heartstrings and feathers
Undone with letters from loved ones
I’m tethered to mortal coils though my mind is torn asunder
Haven’t left to my eternal slumber

My works not done

I have to find the others