Whoa den
Jodun
Giants among men

Frigged up Friday
Thorsday to helliday
Depth of hounds sound

Trumpets calling
Defenses falling
Rainbows be ballin'; catterwallin

there's a flipside to your rhyme
we choose the side we acknowledge with time
see that when we mainifest our curses
it's what we think we deserve - what's yearns in
we be really out here manifesting our wants
don't be there with your demons in taunts
be joy, be a boy,
no coytoyin'

140 characters
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2 birds ****** on the wire
twerpin textual transfers tween the tethered typers
dun do dunbar
over 140-something it's had to find trust
in characters
orphaned
or
widowed
by the pack of typed faces and masked meanings
leading me on, em-dashing my mind

My girl *****'d up on a Friday. Thor's day has been garbage night on my block for a while (thanks for the reminder) dawn breaks on through, hoppin' mad through looking glass and where the sky meets the lake, so blue, what're lies, n what be true, really the answer is tween me n u

Oh my girl
I know it feels so rough
broken bones and tender bruises
aint no bluff

You're doing more than you know
it's just starting to show
no time to blow it
nor up.
get down.
with what is
you always knew it wouldnt' be easy
keep going, you're dancing, flowin' grliding, stop slidin'

like water, move like this. Ignore what's that?
Eyes on the road, trees = SMACK!

simplify it if you gotta
as long as they eye is on the prize and out of the gutter
the house was set ablaze long ago
the foof was on fire and were were meant to let it burn

we don't got clean water anymore.
trophies in the junkyard
and the downtrodden are no longer bards.
the songs got scripted a long time ago

voices, minds, and songbirds are all in tow
she resembles, ensembles have been bought and paid for
the tune is made of ichor and rot, played for us, siren songed us
lured into the depths of self.

tongues caught by cats and all in knots
tunes whistled through the air
through crevaces and cracks
even the stones began to sing
when the world went so out of whack

birds changing staccato beats
maybe ends were met

echoing new words through
the halls and words back to struts
sparrows and robins, the hood and new tweets

She's lacking
creative blocks and anger
Whre's your inner truth?
What are your deepest feelings?
You've got potential.

Apparent contradictions
perpetually confusion
Oh the fool
such a fool
maybe we should start a new

Stop holding back!
You're holding back
you've know it all along
Be here
You're needed nnow
This situation needs your full attention.

You cannot sit around paralyzed by rhe fear of the ticking clock
if you don't move around your joints go on lock

Your fears are all twisted around as the not
it makes your brain go all mushy with rot

It has all fallen apart much worse than this before
and the heros journey isn't much different than lore

Surived this that and will again
knowing how the river bends

Don't make yourself sick with worry or anger
fear is the mind-killer that leads you to danger

Focus on the simple - the ins and outs of breath
tread water quickly, kicking your legs to avoid the depth

The core, of working up the strenth to do more.
bouncing off the walls - at least not the floor.

Eyes were always pointed down, worried I'd miss the next step
but chin up, eyes forward, is a way to maintain the pep

Remember to bring yourself to stand tall
confidence to dance instead of fall

Pride and confidence, ego and narcissism
not knowing where to defend and where to say yes'm

It's the mini moments that make the most out of momentum
and mega meta merrymaking modilties mean more than modems

Having a hard time deciphering what got me in this twist
I guess I'll just go and take a look at my list.

What's good, what's bad, what's to do or to see
what's real in the world, or just inside me?