Deadly with method man.
My sentence a weapon man.
Destined with ninja presence.
Sega Genesus
Metal brand.
Like Sega and sonic.
Rocking pride. Like its upped
Its level and. Got colors
From wells.
That swell. With acceptance
For every man. And that ***** social intelligence.
Not just for privileged folks.
But the existence. Of different folks.
I crave hope in a sacred note
Sighed from my little mouth
As I let it close.
My mind is a rhyme. The antidote.
The back and forth.
Like the senators tennis coach.
I may relish the rest I wrote.
And develope a social scheme.
But mostly I'm developed.
Like chess matches. Between
Beethoven. And poetry
With explosion. On kettle black.
But the ***
Says its nose is clean.
Reproach. Is a roach.
That might survive. Post apocalypse.
So before we explode
Could I take my mask off
And craft some
Actual poetry

Secrets in my cave of darkness
Leave discarded.... the meek.
Weak. Or faint of heart its.
Mis shapen parts.
A rose or two.
In the shade of autumn scarlett
The darkness looms. The moons
My poetry. And the stars
Are far off artists
The two. Produce. A famous fragrance
Like Katie plays parts with.
Top gun. Mission odds
Impossible. Like winning cards
Against the prince of darkness

Katie's not the smartest.
But she's brave. And guarded
Her holmes
A safety net and. Hates that
Tom can cruise too days uncharted. Disregard
The evidence.
That he's disected. Her.
Heart. In some experiment
Like students. Largely but they
Just target froggies.
Science smock.
Shiny goggles.
*** scientology. Is best observed
Alive in katies. Body.
Scientology.
Satan's progeny.
And I think I've rambled off
Too long.
I started pacing. In dishonesty
I hate it **** it.

Scar tissue. Healing hands. And open wounds.
The things of my mortal affliction.
To hold on tight.
When one should release.
I hold with dear passion
To be perfection. Until perfection
Is chaotic and masterful mayhem.
Than its
The giving up. For giving sake.
And when difference of reality
Is a quarrel.
A fight with the monsters within.
Re.ember
My truth is perception of what only
I can say I have seen of the world.
And my humanly experience.
And the differing logics
Thoughts. Feelings and beliefs.
That I have is smaller
Than the truth that binds us all.
And my truth has been shared
By millions.
Of conscious understanding.
And only one has universal truth
That is he the all knowing
So why would I want my perception be at quams with yours.
I am not eternal
But he is!!!! The
Connectivity to
Each person.
Sharing a version of themselves
For someone else to discover.
To interpret.  To love.
In a never ending sequence of
Souls uniting.
Seeing. Being. And living
Through space and time.
In color. Prayer. And shared in peace

Interrogation of my brain
Is useless its a land mine.
I lie. And act delusional.
Its practically my past time.
Delivery en pointe
Like ballet slippers at dance time.
I lose track of seconds.
Redirecting every definition
That exists into a bad rhyme
If little ***** was victory
I'm winning by a land slide.

Am I supposed to be positive.
I was the opposite?
Calibrate my consciousness
To reflect the God. In all of us.
I watch.
Sleeping slumber. Under
Watch from God. And he wants
Me to stay positive.
So solve it.
*** I'm sick of walking.
In a constant. Sleep.
Non stop. Cranial labotomist.
I want all of it.
But God predicts.
I must always follow it.
I thought all this ****
And exhibited intolerance.
But what if it existed
*** we wanted it.
Hope I get my promises

God is my Armour.
My promise and my protector.
My father.
Teacher. Redeemer.
And genius inventor.
Mentor. Selector .
Embracing my soul.
In his forever.
With one word.
I earn back. Terms
He made me to endeavor.
But I better never.
I remember.

Hostile violence.
Thoughtless and  childish

Immoral times that.
I felt no guidance.
Surviving blinded.
In a spine.
Of dry rivers.
For every hidden crying.
Maybe minding more of
Your acceptance.
And selling perception
To the mindless.
Society disguised as.
A lie *** I hide that
Which is cloaked
In my inner innocence.
Now the whole thing
Brought to light shed.
My soul becomes awoke.
With poetry
Devotion music
And new kindness.
As he spoke it.
My time diminished.
And I'm reminded
Of his every thought
As I was blinded
And misguided
In my silence

Lifting every toxic grime.
Shifting inches in this thought
Of mine.
Like minutes thinking
Thoughts of love.
Outside the box.
Detox my rugged spine.
Luxury is coming
Up the tummy.
Sober thought. That
Clutches onto mommas mind.
A space of change.
The pain.
A dance with God.
No robot thoughts.
That haunt my mind.
Like girls I thought were mine.

Watching Eminem clean his closet
Ponder
Honestly what I got in mine
Tuck leave that thought behind
Trees so tall and high
Breathe like beaches
Sha and I with
Chocolates and a box of wine
**** these sloppy rhymes.
Let's talk this time.
I want it all this time.
Haters better mock a line.
But I ain't got time.
To **** talk and cry