my back was unpressurized tonight about 3 hours ah, i was about
to type ago. What else, well
just interviewing
myself
about to ask me some questionz. Who is
that person alive somewhere longing to
unshackle themselves / yet keys are within
the thread that it weaves. Yes,
to life, beautifully strengthen one another,
live vicariously and hear it in the thunder.
Bail out of blunderz
ve
all daily wonder of something or another.
Watch
the rain
fall instinctively smoke
rises from desserted dust
laying scorched in the earth
as imaginary beliefs of solutions littering
pollution. Forgiveness the farthest away from our
mind, just strands of dna connected intertwined at
the roots, i am putting on my boot. Think of
correct statements to say that it will alwayz feel, stay
this way. Pause, oxygen circulatez, pattering rain on a roof sounds
like
footsteps marching
unfortunately in battle. The most unjust
cruel
   inhumane
self serving consumer
professional mind controlling false deitiez,
     this war of loss.

like  im  head  past  bunny  hell  brain  bed  home  feel  death  grandma  god  stop  man  time  mind  life  hope  ****  monkey  self  inside  light  chest  just  death  love  life  like  time  eyes  feel  heart  thing  day  words  things  man  dont  truth  lay  oh  close  fear  father  disease  way  hear  mindz

Energy well spent keeping it up for daze asking for time well only cause it pays, put some dressing on that hard earned cash fill your bellies with curbside trashloveno nonot a thing of the pastfor the mask is hateas it is taken off and we seelove is the future's fateLayLayLaydown this law for corruption seeks hid within the eager heartit beatsit beatsit beatsas blood flowz this life that windsthe water that flowzCheck the temperature degreesfahrenheitcelsiusthe ones who say they are watchingusing these magnets todestroy us we must killto see thrill and sneezeto feel disease that we deny beneathour eyezthe death that callsthe death that textsthe death that has sexand doesn't stop until we restOur only prize thisdeath that lays feel it's burnit's lovein the sun's raysSit,stay,come here girlroll over,play dead,shake my hand,here is a treat lie in wait for our certain fate that before theseon this orb, there were many more who also could not outlive a mutualend /There is thismessagewaiting for me to send," love "

Cursive consiergePeace & Love Reign from above, wehave inspired a revolutionhaven’t we. They are just waitingfor the words and me to saywhen. Well pen it looks like we                    have done it again.Inspired the masses that theycan fill their glasses. Justdon’t give in become one ofthe masses. The life has alwaysbeen here we just too eassilyfear the truth of righteousness.Our eyes are now opened repentfrom sin fall to your knees.As you sneeze and all his children in fear oflife after death repeat after  me and say  GOD BLESS..                        You

There seems to be tendencies that my ligaments won’t forget. The old one where the same feelings are forced upon you by your body, with you having no control of where your mind decides to land.It all comes back to the same, the answer is in your hands.

All the things in this world todaywho has time to workwhen there is so much to playmother i missed your call /for it is only nature of the human learningfrom the fallfather,father of david,father of time,i love you as wellthough you may not understand the rhyme /this is solid,this cell of solitary confinementthat wordz put in need some definementclose my lidput the first shovel full of fresh dirton this solitary cell of wood /Just when it hurt, thoughwe never thought it wouldJust these feelings thatagain belong to nature’shumanthough when i speak with thesedrums, strings, and thingswriting on beat yet who can keep  up with a song of life that is so complete /There are 2 types of matter when it comes to thenature’s humansthere is the wheat that feedsand the weeds that bleedconsistentlyworking their way through the heatyet only one we can eat /There is no such thing as defeator timeonly such things in this moment mattersuch as this rhyme /i would lie if i told you there was no plan,this one is calledmodern day manjust another modern day manjust another day manjust another man

God knows how

you feel, that creation

of feeling was God’s /

So humanity could feel

an ounce of the

selfishness taken by our

freewill for loneliness

with a meager

attempt at knowledge /

Oh please, advert those

eyes from the edge

for the next time you start

to fathom the

fall,

and though I

pray for his angels

I call /

They obey God’s law of

freewill

as I cry in prayer

and follow over the

windowsill,

we meet

halfway to the ground

hold each other close and

don’t hear a sound, we kiss /