You are the eye
Under whose lids
I bask without
having to ask
“Why should I die?”

And your thighs, ah!
When my eyes
Conjure up your thighs
I become certain
Of one thing:
That the dead will rise again.
LazharBouazzi, May 13, 2018

It's just a black hole consuming all to a point of singularity,
Why is it these days truth is such a rarity?
I feel like I know nothing and still think i have the answers, opinions always shift but move in order like they're dancers
Everlasting..
But that's the holographic nature of this beast im in the belly of, but I eat through beasts like cancer so this beast will become belly up. DEAD.

Reincarnate to a ghostly past,
What is life other than a dream with meanings we cant seem to grasp?
I don't know.. Do you? Im sure you have a statement,
Its human nature to explain the things that we partake in.

I'm gonna' grind through this notepad like the nervous do their teeth
Ive become in love with this art because it's a part of me
Hard to see? No
Ill undress it with C notes
Approaching rap like it's yoga assuming a new pose, but please know..
That NOTHING ever works
       NOTHING ever comes to pass
     NOTHING ever hurts
And that's that pessimistic part of me that has no part in party scenes it's bothered since this mucus has slowly started hardening its hard to breath.
     But still the want to live never dies and when I do its "peace. Much love Fam. High five."
Deuces to the sky with no regrets,
Im falling through this funnel life creeps until its death,
I am here then i left..

A pointless mystery to many men.
We live like products to get placed and hide their needles in our skin.
Everybody run fast vast landscape, concrete, Modern day jungle right here where the bomb meets
The ground....