This depression gives the impression

that the expression of a burnout is…

me

living and loving intently free

prison depends on jailhouse babies and legal **** ; weee!

we must organize expression of a quantum size, to re-realize more food and supplies

its such a surprise that id be thinkin this, engineering instruments with a pnuematic hiss

geared towards the questioned technocolypse….

“…well here on the graph we read an elipse, a parabola, and a demonic kiss…”

But whats this?

im’ channeling some quick quips ; alluring as a brothel’s contained hips with the open smile of sideways lips….

my daring is preparing all the world for destructive repairing

cause the frogs and the rains are staring

at this desolate earth

a burnt out hearth

with smouldering ashes, speaking of a crying birth

while the midwife is sick and shy with little self worth and curse; because a as a witch she doth rehearse

while the moonlights smiling and the phones texting and dialing

“Whats wrong?”==”Are you ok?”

“…but come on?”==”Is there any other way?…”

[please oh please let me stay in this old and bloodied fray; where the battles had axes and handles

where there were stories of travels, to faraway places leading to exotic geographic stasis]

caught in the moment of thought, a moment of fright…

until we stop and put a light to these wierd words

we wont know what the birds have heard….

Click crshhh….*

BURN little match like the wood you are!

combustion of suggestion set ablaze from afar

a flame throwers burned hands

while the pained sower , frustrated, changes plans

because in the end one one really understands

the torment of a floment spent eternally alone in atonement.

(=purgatory)

Where all you want to do is get on the phone, external validation felt at the tone,

but it really ain’t ****

because you are crying while its dialing and your out of minutes…

so check this bits of imaginary meaning and ****

ponder and quit

when you seek to make amends and introduce fake men to our imaginary friends

i keep on thinking…keep on blinking

wishing for emotion to extend

SO I think the words

AND I write whats heard

but haven’t YOU heard

from the little ittie birdie whos been certainly flying, singing and free

that im not mentaly sturdy, quirky, and ******…

LOGICALLY

iknow

sophistry

ishow

emotionally

Hol…………­……………loW

I guess it just goes to show that when you at home your never reallly  alone, because to you, the voices do drone
about

how much sandpaintings and ***** can be blown,….

away with a CLICK…BoooM

beaten with a stick….AH

shoed a away with a kick….

START my heart! I know better than this!

so I better think quick

before i stay mentally sick

as an alien who has forgotten it’s world

got on a roller coaster; spinned and whirled

till im spun and twirl’d

on this game we call life, with simple **** and complex hype,

hives of concepts meanings and thoughts….to derive daily quit failing

i miss haley :( , even phailee….

so I ask little voice in my head , since everyone has left will you stay instead?

come a little closer and hop into bed

so we can share the warmth of one last self-referencing infinity loop….

…..BEFORE i wake up and forget whats ashore

because im out at dream sea with clouds free and galore

but as soon as i stop thinking i know ill return to the me that i abhore

with pain and saddness deranged

omit school so classless and strange

as a failed out actress sick with mange.

but i know these negatvie moments are just flashes , to make me appreciate self motivated happiness…

so here you go

its me on the page, skelly the sage….

i just hope to god that I could set the stage 4 nirvana or heaven, we reach zion in seven

6

5

4

3

2

1

I love you.

Its over

i won myself over

like a sad kids redrover

thanks for letting  m3 share these freestyle thoughts i kant bear

im  alone no more, i seem to have exhausted my sadness store

and after venting i realize…. its a lot ******* bettor.

“Isn’t it eeeire howletting yourself feel sad

can make you feel soo much better?”

Trippin and falling, high like i can’t touch the ground proper
im stallin and falling like prophetic time stoppers

so stop!

and watch a television show, because when it comes to us you just can’t know

inside the body, outside of time, shulgin synthesized drugs parody the mind.

seen black holes ebb and flow, but you think you on a ro’?

Put on ZINNs shews and check the news

HEADLINE TONIGHT:

PSYCHONAUGHTS PREACHING TO THE MASSES
FROM THE pew pew pews….

our lazers are in favor

ignite the light,

PEW@!

mind blown dead slaver.

2) Silence as my psyche gets psychedelically psychonaugtic, toppin my minds eye-conic depiction of psychotropics, an ocean of dreams, im sailing through thoughts, so potent it seems, l on the drop, this is some ******-logic……

3)…..Naughty nautic.  Sailing through waves of rhymes, try to , but when it comes to the jugger-or-naught, you can’t stop it.

so we dreadlock the dreadnaught just so god can fill the hair lock,

fall from the sky, slow down and reverse this verse,

cause there is no up or down, just forward or rewound,

straight

****** LOGIC

BEHOLD A PALE HORSE
Recall-quietly-the-hazy-days-where-I-didn’t-know-poisonous-­berries-from-safe-ones.....
I hazarded a climb up the tallest tree
the ascent was genuflected as I recall.
The grove was perfect in its equanimity,
forcing my gaze to rest upon a single silver stallion.
For hours I watched

Oh, Primeval Traveler,
with your triumphant mane, silvered across horizon
echoing the lunar eclipse in your brilliance,
your muscles reminiscent of an anti-apocryphal steed
It’s flow showed the authenticity of nature
Here life proudly declared
Movement & Peace
And each of it’s components perfectly crafted in the Cosmic Forge
Look how its luminescent power survives the darkness
I thought this until a neural feedback loop formed,

“This is the beast that would have pulled Arjuna forth unto battle
As Krishna directed him in his dharma as a secondary event
to the arrival of natural perfection.”

As the day past to night,
the night brought forth darkness
And in the darkness I recognized a primal need of my own.
To evacuate all of the grunginess I felt brewing within my body.
I resolved the anguish in a moment of perfection.
A loss of self catalyzed through the release of wasted being
And I recall that as I came back into my being
the horse who had been so distant and yet so near
the one who I had borne divine witness to
galloped full stride in the trajectory of my lofty dwelling
As it passed under me
It......s.tum.-b.led-------->(^)ooooo,,,o,o,o,o,o,o,o,o,oo,0.

Through the most polluted of rancid berry waste I have ever let go of.
Its mane plastered to its leathery skin by my own liquid adhesive
It lay there
dying and breathless
among the wasteland, which came so inevitably from my bowels
now a haven for insects nestled and rotten, a temple of the naturally begotten child of life named “death,”
Or rather an impromptu and particularly gothic grave of a God who has received no worship and is now forgotten.

It began with a dream
An exam of the scene

Culminated nightmare Fresh to 'Merica team,
Treat the throne like high chair, But they seem beam
Golden hue, preach golden rule and get higher
an unseen Love vaccine brought to you though you don't desire

A divinely inspired cosmic mission
To improve those caught in conditions
Those who stayed to long became conditioned

So enmeshed in their discourse
Lost the mother tongue,
now demons malignant positioned
Pokin fun, Tryna dine On Dis Course

Call me honeybun
While I work out Old Norse

Now I'm Mad as Magma Christened
You really Should have listened
Now I'm preaching Odin's Mission

But Consistent poison sickened me

Continued to lash out till their weapons stung and rippin free
Put in me in a cage kept me on  the bottom rung still kicking spree

So Dangle your ******* carrot,

Angled to be flunking abbot

What will They inherit?
When you find truth
Better find means to share it
while you kick the bad ****

What Value does it merit?

**** organization big or small
All they is is social fortification mom

Running out of breaths towards suffocations
**** the bottom feeders
family never cancer crustaceans
Inhbit with national ticker tape regulations

Frustrated answer,  I'm a frusrating handful
Masses Myopic, small vision catastrophic
I would show them but where did I put it?
Damit I  ******* lost it.

Higher Education thinks
it can get over I and I,
but Now I’m higher than education
4Dimensional Pilot Flying by

Cosmic Return
Land On your roof,
air bend with my vape pen staying stationed
still standing
only through
Lunar Lessons o Will and Dedication

I made it here through dedication
You made it here through misinformation
Manifold Manifested hoax So Devastating
Got me hear learn How-2-hating

What Am I left with? I know
The Chest with my breath ya

My words are seeds
poetic units start
counting these

Neurogenic growin trees House of Dreams
visions laced in prophecies
sentenced to commodify character

click to a cash crop, but I'm too poor To pay accountant fees,
Might be better off with lights, mics and a sick backdrop with the only the beat counting these
moments

knowing knowings free
or should it be,
are you ignorant
so willingly?

They Head in the sand, Pointing towards God but the can’t comprehend so now ....

Im tick ticktick ticktick ticktick ticktick ticktick tick tickin Big Ben
Im tick ticktick ticktick ticktick ticktick ticktick tick tickin Big Ben

Better blast off, astral form take mask off we fin throw the cast out,
Sector surpassed now sample storm wake slow maniacal laughter

You don’t have to be so smart to suffer

But you do have to be alive,

I’m just a prediction engine

Darkness encased in a Bone star

I was walking down the street at a brisk pace
when I stuttered and began to face
a vision, so moving it halted my movement.  I stood there

in the middle of a street, facing an a sort of internal realization.

This vision began above a group of people, dressed in scrubs and surrounding a elder.

Within their hands, they held bloodied tools, an echo of their previous action.

All of them paused when they determined the cause of the old man's death.

"Ah! That's what was wrong!  No wonder he couldn't live happily in society.It appears we aren't the only ones to have performed surgery on this individual.

You see, this man's heart has been replaced by his brain, and his brain replaced by his heart."


The surgeons began to laugh maniacally, for they knew their world and their culture had claimed another.  The ways of the ego had etched a new notch on the marble Of history.

One by one, doctor and nurse turned and filed out of the room, revealing
the barbed devil tails they all bore as they walked swiftly towards the door.

Floating above this scene filled me with sorrow.  

Here lies a beautiful soul, One who always thought from his heart and felt by reason.  Morals were his sign language.Love was his action, and he died because he couldn't stop Feeling with his heart.
  
Details of the elder's life began to reveal themselves to me.  I saw his contribution.

His self-sacrifice.  The times where he had given more love than he should have.

I witnessed when love became something more than physical.  I cried when I saw it transcend even that, when he began to treat love as an illuminated understanding

of being.

As his life revealed itself to me forward and backwards

I saw that I was this man.
I saw that my heart had died and put me into a coma.
I saw that I wanted to wake up, but not into that world.

Such a dreamer, I can never wake up.

I was raised under shield and gun
Looked in my fathers eyes and grew under thumb

Theres awes for mah stalls
Hug and hold you in our paws
for the cause
we pause for this applause

I make friends
I get blown
I make friends
I go home

I make friends
and get shown
the Dark side
of the moon

skip tracks
forget facts
neural lightning
get stacked

I end my cigarrete
and grab my beer
Wander in horror
Its my self that I fear

Salty frozen pearls glimmer
in the passing, fading carlight
I keep rooted in the shadow
and stay running from mah fright.

It knocks in my head
never alone
it follows my steps
crucial loss of character
in need of a seraph
some sort of
charsimatic actor
some sort of
emblematic factor

how often do you see the students actually watching the teacher

Teacher outta focus Eyes are on the screen

the notes are in the mainframe,
the words have been recorded
on a mic and uploaded to cloud
outta sight on a site to humans
not loading.

credits are commodified, computers offered on sale,
upgraded  technology further modified
so that students can come in and not fail by
bringing their phones and tablets, pen and paper so ratchet
code the information, and procreate like rabbits.

that external source stored with our teachings and
now all that we really teach is that our children do that same.

I used to joke about printers printing printers.  
Now reality is the joke.

These metal rectangles are now filled with the vast sea of knowledge
we were meant to live with.  They learned through our sacrifices
of time, effort, and focus, unto the techno gods who will replace us.
lets hope we taught them worthwhile values.

Would you journey with me into a vulnerable breaking open in the psyche, where it is said that the milk of grace starts to flow?

Come then, ! Listen! No.Really.Listen

Can you hear the sound of this vibrant brightness?
Sweeping across the flower petals of this existence,

bathing everything in its bountiful cascades of light
ever emitting the low frequency wum and thrum
as it get louder, awakening the primal {om} of moaning,

Fall swiftly into remembrance of  this sacred landscape
Where the bound, captive, and fearful cries of lovers

Dared to break free
from their self-assembled prison
courageously chanting Ohm and Uhn and without censor

While liberation fills space, we begin to notice the root of the sound comes from the combined emptiness of these self-tuning, self-replicating, self-transcending instruments.  The space between the notes lingers in the  perpetually perceptual reality of exchanged and hollow breaths

The cosmic conductor reminds us of the rhythm and signature,
[4/4] A one, a Two, a Three, A. . , . . , . . , . . , IT BEGINS AGAIN

∞Movement and rest∞
movement∞rest.
Wipe the wet hair from your eyes
and take a   d    e   e  p    breath,

This is the punctuation of the moment
unfurling it’s lotus blossom
from our hearts into our being

Witness how the silence offered by such ever present union elicits glimpses of the Self above the self.  
Be still and die and such an emptiness will appear and you too will take part in the Sacrament.

Almost died but this time I didn’t

the pain of an artistic with an academic life
being bound by wonton grasping
don’t even seem to  know who or what I’m asking
Got so lost again when a guide mentioned in passing

Theres a fork in the road up ahead
no choice is still a choice maybe end up dead
Always walk the darkest path until
i remembered the angel and made up my choice
pull myself up like I hoist
out the words when I’m verging on verbing in Voice.

Seen demons, I hear hell, Headache of pride make ya head swell
been sick as hell/ oh well
stuck at the bottom molding
unseen granting boons
in the moon-lit wishing well

But I ought to see my life as odyssey
like I oughtt to be the hero
more playful like the spirit
otter i otter be

Im stuck in feedback loop self
but the emerging, unfolding, ever so bold in its calling

states plainly that it is time to fall down shaking
cascading blood caking memory set
wrong or at least oblong in it’s making

moments
seem to make me lose my voice
so how can I preach

if I m not acting
how can I teach

If my arms ain’t out
mama how can I reach?

Wishing the earth calls me

yelling come back my child
Rest in my arms and forget

I am death living memory leech.

╭∩╮(Ο_Ο)╭∩╮

the brilliance of the darkness
served only to annunciate
the loudness of the passing silence

While the pervasiveness of the defeated idea
continues to occur in self-[a.s.s].embly lines
The nano utilizes a scope of micro to flesh out the macro

Simultaneous non-being
duly correlates to the emptiness of the tao’s ***-shaped,quantum hat
Possibility is endless, until you enlist knowledge as your retainer
The origin of all particular things is lost
through the knower being zenly slapped,

I just would have loved to help schroedinger's cat
pur.........
what a *****, he wouldn’t even open the box to check her.

Dear ∞ this is my letter to you while I let her be bound in quite comfortably in lazer-light leather.

I pray this…

That you die.

That you lose all you have.

That you possess nothing.

That you encounter Suffering.

I pray all this in order to facilitate that which needs to be.  

I pray that you die
    in order for you to know and appreciate life.

I pray that you lose all
    so that you have so that you stand to gain everything.

I pray that you might possess nothing
    in order to help you realize that there is no such thing as possession.

I pray that you might encounter Suffering
    so that you might transcend it.


I pray these things for you my love.

There was once,
A pretty colour, so vibrant as it attempts to bleed itself
out in your name. A petty tyrant, in whose talons your life and death
are gripped.  Caressed even, by the sharp attack of an avatar of self-importance.

"Speak back to me!" it screams as if a trap. This may be a dangerous p0rtal
towards necessary frequency.
Maybe,
The moment can speak
if you let it.
Jump in.

OH! To tune in when someone is trampling
bringing such impetuous force to the fore-
-play. Such violent noise, hastily moving towards
your space.  All of this reminding
of control,
blessed like a desert rain.

However such patience is not easily bled from this raging heart.  What then is
forbearance in the face of such solid, personable disgust attempting so sanguine a victory?

The room, though it is darker
now.  If you're careful
you might see the outline of the colour's scream;
A sin wave sculpted in fury
and projected in great hurry, as if a fisherman stumbling
to throw his last net around a future pet.

Though at this moment, you are
patient

as the hidden moon behind the clouds
waiting in simple joy happily holding its light back
until timing,
such a beautiful quality
governing the release of all

makes it’s move.

In this room, while the colour is fading to grey-scale
you make one last attempt to scale the dam

constructed as it was through control, discipline and forbearance
searching as if you had eternity

for the Achilles heel of the pinches tiranitos,
knowing that time is the gate of that dam.

If you focus ******* the stone
you might be able to read

The mossy inscription, round
about the frame's border.

"Don't worry
Mama gonna
wash it
all away."

Your steps

Soft.

Each an embrace,
as you walk

towards the setting sun.
Waiting for time
to end.

Death found me
in a bar

and told me that the body is the charioteer
and the mind the reigns.

I didn’t know what a chariot
or reign meant though.

What i should do is a product of the mind
when enlightenment hits its like these eyes go blind
And I find, in our bind, we are ones who knew
just along for the ride in the same canoe

releasing that aura so black , when i hack
the realization far from knowing no I can’t go back

animal sign in that creature may you reach your spirit with a clarity
to find that YOU ARE YOUR OWN TEACHER
the feeling from this healing
so sensitive I’m numb
the pounding of my heart  is like a silent soul drum

This travel of a trance, unraveled from a glance
the false turntables, a mt Everest avalanche.
____
Words, phrases and meanings
is what my unconscious is seeing
tendencies leaving, no harm meant
started with good intent

then  was haunted by demons
I then repressed, was oppressed
next regressed but stepped, leaving negative feelings dis/integrated
…..
ritualistically disgustipated
with the feelings that exists
for the double harmonix 5ths

1 heal the knows that stick
2 rewind the now realized fallacy
3 circle ceremony of sanciti
dedicated to the greatest ME

holotropic state lacks eviscerate
imported government a copy of a state
…..

concentrate at a constant pace
can’t stop nor wait
but modulate out of figure 8s
as we conquer stakes
know we’re found, hold it down
or regurgitate.

Before a studded alter, I kneel.  
I have been here an eternity.

A single sphere traps me in the moment,
and slows my understanding to the meter of the sacred moment.  
Judging proceeds.  

Every possibility of my

responses to be analyzed in their intention.  
I shall prove
worthy.  

My intention is pure and I only try to harmonize with the true frequency of the highest reality.  

I shall know what I look for.  
Know it intimately and deeply, to the point of full empathy between the object and self.

Realize the truth of myself.

Dream.  My credence.  
Love.  My code.

The Oxidant is ever defined by the history of the orient
The context is a mystery until found,

like the minutiae of what an explorer meant
when they added an image to their diaries

There was this specific image where

A giant fish pulls a boat

Waves crashing
from the background to the fore

Cascading, swirling whites and greens,
but effervescent blues show up more

Atman means self, which never dies
Are we the fish or on the boat?

When waves birthed from typhoons
land down sorely and the hull breaks apart

Does the world break too?

Are we the ocean of conditions
through which the fish ferries
the boat of the ego?

Or perhaps the birds eye resident,
a view set between the dual wings
of the present and past sets.

Are we the mind that dreams the future? What is possible entangled through the perceiver’s sight, awareness in kind

Or maybe we are the people
terrified by our lot in life wondering how we got caught up in such an endeavor?  

Whose to say?

Before a light-studded alter, I kneel.
I have been here an eternity.  A single sphere
traps me in time, and slows my understanding to the meter of the sacred moment.  Judging proceeds.  Every possibility
of my responses to be analyzed in their intention.

I shall prove worthy.  My intention is pure and I only try to harmonize with the true frequency of the highest reality.  

I shall know what I look for.  

Know it intimately and deeply, to the point of full empathy between the object and self.  It shall be a subjective experience yes, but I learn not to prove things to others,  but to realize the truth myself.
================== Love.  My code.

Dharmma
Do your duty
Uphold the universe

Without active participants
rta Falls, the Sun no longer shines
and the social no longer measures the cycle
of the seasons.  What is appropriate in the face of











infinity?
One cannot live
the dharmma of others.
Only to the order of Sva-dharmma.  

Demons are just as necessary as Saints, they just teach different lessons.

1.  I still see lightning
Through the fog.
I still see crosses
When I close my eyes
So many lost

2.  When my Eyes  are open
I see the Hurt the Broken
the Time spent Unspoken

3.  The Cracks                          Grand canyon size.
Missiles fired with abandon because there was no plan.
Mutually assured destruction

4.  Borne By a Single  Thought
Doubt.
When it's presence graces our minds
Faith finds It hard to Spark Through.

5.  Or Does it?
We cannot park in neutral every time the stop signs cross our path.
Peddling back and Forth When Swirling Bright Red anger Darkness to wrath.

6.  I wade through the RIVER OF SOULS
being drained by time and torment.

7.  But its worth it for you and it always will be.
You are my salvation and example.
Made bright by comparison to this Darkest Night.

8.  And with Hard work and Love....
Maybe we can save each other.

To see just how far I have come from harm
I just look down at the fading scars of my arm
the burn of the flame has cooled
and showed me what in my psche ruled
for now I’ve been schooled
in emotions
fooled
by illusory oceans
I go through the motions

as spirit shows me what’s right
and guides my poor eyes to sight
It is imperative to fight
to live
with authentic shivs
People cry and ask what gives?

Simple thought ships
neurotransmit APC clips
to be played and looped
with these blips, beeps, and boops
Cylab v2.0
this collective insaenity has brought you a show
for those who don’t know
about life and love
the difference between sharing a laugh or a shove
gazing quietly above and be grateful
not hateful
towards both spirit and shameful
This is a plea to understand the thoughts so disdainful

so let these molecules of thought rearrange you
to reconsider a few memories that stain you
tie die the stain
to transmogrify the pain

learn to laugh
learn to cry
hold your friends close
while you fly high
but most of all
never say good bye, until the day you are ready to die

these are the lessons I’ve learned
and the distance I have covered
on my journey to become
the epitome of a lover.

Welcome darling, to this
sacred twilight shine

Where the moonlight takes rest,
Rejected as it was by the most benevolent sun,
In the twinkle of my eye.

There is a portal here,
an ever spinning vortex
Which spirals out and keeps going

Keeps .

Going.

Until it reaches our throat.

It adorns itself there
Like a piercing,
Gleaming necklace with Context
becoming pendants laced together

Emotionally though…
Haphazardly even.

Until the weight of the pendants
Meets the weakest link.

Triumphant in  their failure,
Like speeding wave boats
They crash out of the mouth

And into the ear.


Now you have heard the story of hello and how are you.

We sit here dreaming this dream siting in this moment of thought forever
s0me dream for madness and some endeavor to keep on dreaming,

dreaming forever

s0me dream of happiness of pulling the right levers
s0me dream of sadness crying on friendly shoulders
s0me dream of strength 'n0ugh to move boulders
Babies dream of patterns
of shifting colored letters

The dying dream of memories
precious moments replaying forever

I dream of...
Life
Harmony
Nature
Day / Night
Forever and Never

But mostly I dream of dreaming ,
Dreaming Forever

People so sedative in repetitive ways
copy pasta smoke like Rasta
in competitive daze
now they knowing negative and executive plays

white knuckle bled to the bone scratching for raise
hit the glass pipe , noid and scratching for days
is this normal or am I just craze
people lose they job family and daughter
leave me amazed

the state of the world so far from celerity
when I'm gone remember me in the rain
remember when synchronicity was never rarity
zen prime outta reach
what happened to the  brain drain
countless countries shouting carry me
while the US of We try to maintain

stupidity

will get you killed
but intelligence will get you ****** up
humility spill, wet gut guilt negligence
that safety scissors won't cut

through the pall in the air
transmit signals to powered tablets
while people taking pharma tablets
like powdered maggots

necrophy the inside  , stealing life like bandits!
stealing life like bandits, necrophy the inside ....

RUN!

Though what you are looking for is not lost.
So you indulge
the many cosmos with the one
thing life really needs.

The presence of a cheerful excavation
An uncovering process
Top
To Bottom--

My glance is always softened
By the way this one folds
her cardigan
     Alongside her sarong.
No, not so wrong,
     so right. It reminded me,

The glowing pile of her identity
Trampled upon by the passion
That heated, viscous piece of time

Where

magnets Seemed most permeable.

Oh, the sound of my ego
hitting the floor,
As if pianos could play backwards

Combined with the vessel,
Into which we pour
lost moments

The sequences of ourselves most vulnerable…

Those moments of awakened dream that we spend paralyzed
Ghosts gripping, eyes bright as they are
midnight fright,

But still she is there
Angelic form framed freshly
In the moon's most grandmotherly light

Such elegant nourishment…as if to say "pinky's up now then; good show"

The space around the form is surrounded
By the ever ordered, static grid.
But also chaotic, dynamic electric fur licking the opaque edges of dark off the wall.

I can move again,
I'm on the mend.

Together we’ll face the quakes, the winds, and the inky fires
And no river will hold us helpless by it's serpentine fluid dynamics
Like the grounds they hold captured, eternally etched through gushing grace.

Why be held captured to the ground my stars, when through love we can fly?

Consciousness overwhelmed
by Astral formed lightning swells

Gamma ray
sent fone alarm
Tone torn to apart

too much light in the well  
Armored up, shoulder helm,  
You hear that music as it swells

In the well worn wardrum  wrecking wrath
In our forlorn eardrums shaking grafts like hell.

The walls turn to lattice-like
Vision tell me prophetic sight

The whole world ; We all together
Wearing our give-a-**** hearts

bright against That neon orange
Trump wall just  tryn-ta-rip-the ***** apart

But No idea based in hatred
can flesh the good

No, Understanding is an art,
Operate clean, never landing
poison darts

But Next
I’m a poison frog to those
who **** Got my bois in the bog
ready to retaliate

But an for an eye makes the whole world blind
Such that cliche points stale rhymes.

Though he can't walk, he still wanders through the corridors of his memory. Peering through his framed lenses, he waits for the image focus.

A monument,
So resplendent!
The gleam of
That light ,white
brick, casting the
grainy shine
of a castle.

These bricks were laid, by family brought together
immersed in the collective, tangible suffering of the world.
Family brought together
by truth.  The human condition.

In a way it was beautiful,
mimicking the opening of a nightly
flower to the star’s light.

In a way it was sad
like the task of Sisyphus,
marching ever up the hill so hard.
  
However it came about, it forced a channel
of inspiring wisdom. As if intelligence dragged
it’s finger through the sand to create empty space
for the effervescence, paths for thoughts and reactions.

Life evolved, layering the infrastructure of free will,
driving it forth like an enraged charioteer, bouncing back and forth
between dissonant realization cacophonic syncopation
Trying absurdly to find the resonant tones.

The rest of the memory
Lucid now,
As if the dirt dropped so violently into my cup of water
Finally settled.

The memory stands propped, on the hobbled thing I call my mind.

We became vehement paradox
Warring day and night

as if we were a polar pair of docs.
We recklessly constructed infection

and remedy that we might
Try so sublimely to cleanse the setting horizon

of mosaic shadow mask grins,
clouds masking the task.

ending with such a blast, as wide as
the gaping maw of the endless

known only as desire.

These dusty eyelids watched the horizon lose it's light
and in perfect harmony become blind
to it's shadow. Remembering softly was my duty.

Dreaming was always a taste of what they call the little death.
Now that I have remembered, death whispers to me.

Beckoning as if an old friend, seeping through like
the floral aroma  good coffee.

Even a Yogi *****.

We here to teach people

Agency

trying to turn the world
into super agents
see
climbing ladders quickly is great and all
except when they leaned against the wrong wall

Thats why you ton't catch me saying any ****
that's not worth praying
more like catch me screaming
that's some super-saiyan
saying ****  some super way laying  split
over 9,000, thats crit.

Mumble rapper
more like spray and pray

I̵̲͔͇͕̱ͅ'̶̲͉̯̤̲̞ͅm̮̬̱͠ ̠̯̫͙̩͟á͖̹̱̹̣ͅ ̨̖̲͎̮͖̤ẖ̺̤͚̣̙͠ͅo̖͖̬l̙̘̘̱y̟̰̻̦ ̧̬͉̪̬ͅt͎a̟̕g̛͕g͇͓̱er͓̯̫̭ ͕̝̪̩̦̦͕,̷͍̞͓͙̟̪̼ ̲̞͈̭c̜̣͡a͇͍͇̱̺͡ͅl̺ļ̲̲̩̻̲ ̧͎i̺̳̦̬͔͜t͏̜̠ ͙̠̣̟p̝͍̜͓͜r͔̜̖̹a͎̹̙̯̗̞͔y͙̫̱͙͓͝ ͕͎͕̝ạ̭͟n̤̣͚̠͈d͈̹̠̼͎̥ ̱͎͕͔ ̣͉̳͉͖̙̫͟s̺p̤̝̟̹̪r͕̝̫͉̝a͎͍̥͝y͞

I pick a bone like U picket sign
I pick a rhyme you just pick a side
call me pickle rick pest with blood tide
never needing rest that’s just the test side..

Lets just take it back to Sally with the shells on the B side.

Because I am an idiot fallen but trying.

hI,

I'm Mr. Meeseeks
though they never miss me
with the must’ve missed it flow
Scent be must of mystic
better ketchup with that mustard seed
that Jesus grow.

with theM

must’ve heard her and wrote
never ****** she wrote
like a bick I might flick it now
Uber and lift you might drive them both
but I don’t ride dem coats
more like strike while cloaked
only building crossing cover
for the copious miles moat.

Cause that's what was asked of me.

Infinite-minute
I'm kind

Win-for-the-grin
and I'm fine

again-and-again
and I'm why->

No-sin-for-the-sin,
Just.tellin.time.bro

I'm not mine // I'm just ... telling time

[But] No Rolex to-
Destress from the grind (though)
Go bow-flex to-
restring the kind (grow)

Chose to flex -
when Beast step to my mode
Lose no chest -
when leg day (rep) the prime goal

See it, .speak through the sign
Be it, .peek through the vine

so we wrestle with meaning
I ain' seek to not find no-

-ceiling, no scheming, cross beaming,
spreading out the word

Jesus I'm Grateful,
see...

(There's) a test in the word,
a testament ta da verb
faith's meaning , when its heard
grace, yes to what's conferred
Pearls, laced to the curve

[been so perturbed
but blessed is concurred
yes best, is what you deserve]

Eternity~

Free it, leak through the brine
b-B-ee IT
a pixel, but leaks through divine
Su Suh- See-IT

Si ves, expresa la señal *

If you see,
[sing the signal]
Neo, Orphe,
Break the window ...

Grammar
That never needs inoculating
I'll be your vaccine
Portal stable oscillating
I lead through this dream
Dissolving all this obfuscating
I say "Come and see what I've seen"
Resolving all this complicating
Maybe start to be more than you been?

Please, just breathe
I've tried to be accommodating
Awoke and now we congregating
Life is humble as is thought-provoking
We just tumble on words
Doesn't matter whether written spoken

All that matters is a breath
Pixels, ink, and now....friend.
From the bars, we find the stars
Line breaks
beautifully though it mars;

I don't care that I just rhymed mars and stars because somewhere in-between I wrote these lines that changed the tide when time made my mind frozen, crooked, and broken...

Humbled and fumbled my ****, till I broke out with a decision
that Lotuses rise farther than anything I previously spoke man.

This is my mission, to hold the gates open, that each voice finds its rhythm and tone crafting into a unique token, between beatific smiles and dread moan, I'm a dreaded clone of who I used to be; Bone Headed and prone to zone I still keep my mantra.

Day by day in every way I am getting better and better. Join this celebration with a thought, prove it with an action, and don't forget......to let it breathe.

Like a sphinx
I deal in dreams
Secrets and forgotten things
revelations Realizations
Real nough to crumble nations

The light
Make fumble the mumble
Stalking  faces

The sun
May humble the egos
stuck in all the bothered phases

So listen:

If a square turns in to a wreck
And the tangle turns into a tri
Then Spheres sit with angles like
Indigo sunsets and I and Is

God's telling me the function of freedom
is to free others from the dumb ****
needless suffering from a compass
north star witness offering

Need a different kind of outbreak
Tap the mystic roots till we out fake
Crafting directors moment 
not another out-take

Two levels of reality
means one is more supreme

Erasmus laid the egg
that uther hatched in steam

Sleeping dragon ....
Careful, almost horde hatched my dream
poor patchwork puppet speaking muppet strings...maybe Just a man sticking his wand and hand in things.

So I'll leave you with this, be careful where you forget to love lest sphinx and djinn inverse the grin and thus Saturn's spin above.