To be confused
Since the womb days/
I move
Loosely /
Thru theses beats
I wonder how many
Soldiers i can defeat /
shadows creep
When i weep
of The life that
reaks/
So to speak
I flick the bic
that clinks a
spark to
release /
My darkness thoughts /
That I defeat /
Its manifique /
Oh so discreet
Like my life to live
to make ends meat/
Move thru the streets
Switching sheets
On repeat /
My soul yells
To dispels spells
My enemies use
at their peaks/
Whatch em retreat
As if gravity
Moved to a 90 degree/
Im the top pedigree
Make my presence aware Of me
The **** is scary
My fury runs well deep/
But i refuse to remove
These shoes ive abused /
Its like the old news smells
Brewing in twos
And i cant tell if its old cheese
Or tofu /
Yet i dont eat neither
Guess i need a blues clue/
i wear my past like a cape
Because it reminds me
what made me great
Or at least when i wanna escape
The clutches of fate
As time dissipates/
Yet im always late
To the flights that i create
Though it makes me appreciate
The people in my life
Even though we cant communicate/

In a world
where everything
is entitled yet prolific,
I wake up everyday
to gather the specifics.
although i often ponder
on my purpose to breath
i deal with most of my inhibitions
With a light draw of some cali tree.
You see the trees show the truth...
Once you climb the hierarchy;
presently elevating
at mach 5 wondering
who can actually stop me?
Because my thirst for answers
is quite similar to
A fish out of water
Although i feel like im
on the cusp of a mood alter.
Bartering with society,
Seeking acceptance
from those around me.
Though realistically they just clown me.
Now I contemplate the fates of the bonds.
Because its pretty clear these cant compromise to what im on....
the best drug ever positivity.
Charging my extremities,
Propelling me forward
until my “frienemies” are outta sight.
On a new plight,
Though im not trying to fight.
I will no longer wasting my
breathe on those with weak might.

As I sit here comatose
With a love stricken overdose.
Arms folded,
But heart closed.
I oppose,
Those
Who choose
Not to say hi.
Why?
because I'm that "guy".
The guy who never smiles,
Quiet, yet traveled miles,
Throughout the valley of life's trails.
Ive become numb to chronic smiles;
Because Fake has a new style.
It's my eyes I gouge,
With the sight of foul growls,
I've seen the "now".
Because the frowns showed me the clowns.
As crazy as it sounds,
I can read them now;
Micro-expressions of the masses.
Smirks laced with informative advances.
Only to increase my chances
To discover new circumstances.  
Do I take the chances?
Yes. Because you shouldn't
judge a book by its cover.
You never know what
that person can help you uncover.
But be careful ,
That person can be an undercover;
Creeping within shadows of karma's
Step mother.
Another reason why
I oppose
those
who choose to to say "hi".

Letting others venture eternally,
Loving only what is seen externally.
How can you find what's genuine ?
Easy.
Start looking from within.
Because
As an adolescent ,time is the only sin.
We brink creation,
Until expiration.
Jaded vision will only get you so far.
But the use of external bliss only pleases for the moment.
Going around breaking hearts only creates opponents.
Though life's circle will bring the drama back around;
And when she does she'll slap all expressions of clowns.
Leaving pale white faces,
Breathless and traumatized.
Like her gyspy eyes.
Hypnotized, I am because it's my weakness.
Followed by the **** thighs, the uniqueness.
Her meekness...
How should I treat this?
This lust!
Should I trust?
Or ****** and bust?
I must, break the cycle.

We bow our heads as the night ends with a slumber,
To drift away into an eternal rift.
'Tis the season,
but yet....
I wonder
Who was it really
to bless "us"
with such a perfect gift.
The Abilities we possess are below our
understanding.
We turn off
only to turn on
like
Televisions when you switch them on.
The back up generator,
Injects incinerators,
Flooding arteries,
Until the inner greater,
Presumes to haunt thee.
Nightmares.
Like light glares,
That lead to blank stares,
And that cold sweat right there,
Leads to tight air.
Then you wake up.
Shaken up.
This gift, only resides in the rift.

As my adrenaline skyrockets,
My palms sweat profusely.
Telepathic audio clips play,
While I sift through personalities
to find what suits me.
They say that there're
plenty to of fish in the sea,
So I avoid the bottom feeders.
Yet I'm an angler,
about as ugly as can be.
Though all fish wander,
Some swim too deep.
I managed to scrape some of
The common sheep.
Slyly swimming swiftly Sleek,
By producing a lumen ornament;
I hypnotize the weak.
Awestricken by the allure
I use the light as a shield.
Yet cloaked in darkness,
Oh what such
a deadly weapon I yield;
These are Examples of actions,
Executed for meals.
Like the ornament's prance,
Or death's Dance.
Incomes a new victim,
If I wanna slay this hunger here's my chance.
Have you ever heard the saying don't step into light?
Swim too far,
And you'll see these teeth tonight.

Can a guy ever fantasize,
Without being criticized?
As he looks off at the distance,
His goals are seemingly within reach.
So he takes off,
He sprinted.
Funny because what he's after is really just a peach.
His footsteps repeatedly replicate.
His coordination? pristine.  
Faster and faster as he reciprocates,
Lifting one foot, he leaped for his cuisine.
The peach?
Cliffhanging by a swift stem awaiting its savior. But then the wind blew,
changing its behavior;
the peach now dangles eccentrically,
And the man you see...
He missed a few meters.
So he landed face first in the dirt
So forcefully
He slid into the tree.