Laugh now, I'll be the last to laugh, you care to join?, what a clever quote to coin, it's stupid!!, but you pick, just how you respond alone, a story that is not my own, his love was on the rocks cause his heart was stone, weathered the storm to erode, the broken down code, that said he was prone, to his sensitivity, you could easily become his enemy or frenemy, pretend to see what he believes?!, I'm just a make believe counselor, that preaches he can just achieve what he sets his dreams to, I didn't want to put myself in unclean shoes, he ain't on my level to level up, and reach for his goals, it's embarrassing to represent what you had sold you sell-out, simply, simps cannot bailout when there's a chain clamped on em, assume your position and cry your anthem, it's a nation slugs that slither and shot for nothing, it's never a blank or jam, ****,  the chip on my shoulder, I chip away, no more slipping and falling, I grip and stay.

I guess the cat can grab our tongue, still shaking it off, I'm setting it off, simply I'm taking it on, I'm faking, it's gone!, I'm seeing these things, now it's pretty clearly seen that you see what I mean, you use reverse psychology on forward thinking, you probably got its head out the clouds, or maybe your's in your ***, the cards dealt, word of mouth speaks for itself, but in need of some need of direction so it practices what it preaches, twisting the words, or stretching the meaning, but inflexibility in what I'm seeing?, I'm just a liability then, forgive me my friend, I'm at a loss of words if I live to defend, I'm speechless, so are we fair in results, what's the resolution, if were used to revolts? Do we talk it out, or learn to walk it out?

Just an hour in the power in relations of ours, the concept is numb, and the logic devoured, a sensitive feeling deep in the mood, into it and into me, intimacy, never celibate but delicate, intricacy, that sees 7 seas oversee overseas appeased and pleased, reasons for seasons it's pleasing, please sing my soul to solely take her hand, as a man, I can man it, and manage to understand the planet, mother earth giving birth, how did she plan it, planted us into a mother, and then we learn from each other, I'm thankful for mother, father my sisters and brothers, we're covered, pro-creation for the nation, I'm patriotic to this symbolic law I see and saw, but playing with it raw can induce a flaw, not in the system itself but with our own health, cherish the wealth, cause it could perish, what could be felt can melt the art, damaging our-self, or tear us apart.

Ruin the ruins, the red and the blue, living through the rotten core dead and in you, the punishment of running it but missing its sound, only cause it never stuck but seemed to stick around, initial annoyance, through secondary clairvoyance, the third eye pointed it's a poison that was poignant, the metaphor used, said its more abused, only by the ones that lack the insight, choose news towards views that blinds the strained optics, runaway options with topics that brainwashes, optimistic dominance that help to understand, why populist power can be and lie within the man, stand on your own two feet sideways, stuck within a crooked look that took live aid.

Refrain from the pain in your own shoes.. your experience is universal, regurgitate the taste it would bring, and recognize your perfect at rehersal, as you realize in real time, you feel skill-wise, though underneath what still lies can ****, target the artist regardless of how he paints the picture, he's illustrating he would never specialize in taking risks to differ, so mr lame duck laid a goose egg for the first time, at the worst time, but it's a birthright, he passed on what can pass away any day anyway, in many ways, so let it pass for today, I figured from a past time this would never resurrect, coming to the term where it hurts to admit, I fell down once as a fool in this ****, funny how legit in an unapologetic try I would turn the table on myself counterclockwise, the advantage was a lesson learned once again, and it could fool once, twice, or never end.

I claim I love a colorful world and live a colorful life, but I'm afraid to admit that I'm afraid of the rainbow inside of me?... I'm afraid so. Despite this, my true colors are exposed. But am I afraid now? Not when I think it's all just black and white. I'm gon be alright, being color-blind....I guess.

Antics? frantic for graphic evidence to calculate these acts, but acting scandalous when all the scandals start to be added with padded practices of trances, the romanticism of rants that's animated, and colorful to make the pessimism aided, dated to take effect when effects signal that the cause has laws of flaws, thawed through it's nature, artistic but not sophisticated, easily plagiarized, but cause I'm wise, I could never charge you, not cause it's hard to do, but I realize, it attracts eyes, lust if you must but never trust your ******, keep it inside, cause it proves it subsides, see it for what it is, not how you call it, more power to you, even if you don't resolve it.

     Help me dawg, I got caught up in this doggy-dog world where I chased away all the pussycat!. It was something I could've earned from the pussycat besides getting ***** though; the everlasting feminine quality of not pussyfooting when it comes to growing some ***** and letting it all flow, letting it all show, still be conscious though. That's my new m.o. you know. Let things come, show, flow, and go.

The newest taste to welcome, recommended through the fun of nature, copious for me to cater, savor this flavor as a favorite, I made it didn't I?, so let me do myself a favor and just save it for later at dinner, the secret recipe for mastering that less is more, the food for thought, I caught a break to shake and bake the repertoire, see I really had a slot to fill, to try and serve it on the spot I had a knack for being greedy though it feeds me my performance never has a lot in store, the diminishing return soon finished me, no one's filming it likely, the minute I can see highly my blood on my hands, I was hands-on giving handouts so I standout, this good man was a con artist, that kills himself silently the hardest, his violence had a hand in demand to be underhanded, it takes a while to understand it, how his supply had ties to his lies granted, walking slanted, smirking unaware he was there, dare I say it, but too scared to trace it, beat the dead horse, THAT WAS WELL ANCIENT.

It's foolish what the cruelest duel does to a fool, its a dual rule, fuel for some buzz; got so many throwaways it's hard to count how many takeaways there was, really I don't care cause in a sum they're odd anyway, just to call it even I was leaving them behind to collect the dust I don't want to carry, never will it dare me, to take a step back cause I just go forward, staring at the ground where I might slip again, my sights giving in, so I form ground rules, it's my dream now just to be a groundskeeper, grounded cause it sounds well but they caught me sleeping on the job so the enmity from groundswell killed me in my sleep rather softly I say, that's the hard knock, power of it clocking in faster than a bullet, full of it, I'm full off it, useless is that small profit, though quickly gained, I just lost it much faster than I got it, a usual systematic impediment, where you never knew the deficit your head was in....SHALL WE BEGIN?

Influencing the system was a nuance, in true font, I relish in this hellish leverage, restless just to message references of some discretion and clout, to route, what it's about to cure it's presence, the baggage in attendance labeled savage had it's weakness, was speechless when I salvaged it, it's all about its treatment, it's funny how your weakest moments leaks its potency, to hack in it so passionate, it balances its flow you see, when it says you noticed me.... my software without care quickly turned calcified, it's maximized when it's classified inhumane, take it in vain or take it to heart, you either complain or make it a start to change, if you talk your faults notice you walk with shame, it's the aim that counts, and the shot to take, I could plot to fake, but the change I break, won't amount to the truth of how this makes sense, now I'm senseless and broke to a lost, logic can never reason the fact I cost, the value of life to live, so my moral was to gain before I give, ain't that right?, nothing to lose, with something to choose, get involved, or dont evolve, problem solved, pressing play, sun or rain, no stress I pay.

Perpetuate the pedestal perception that's perpetual from personal precision per it's presence, my perceptual ability with my persistance spotted them through my peripheral, though it would be difficult to follow through, this hierarchy entirely in spite of me could level down, challenging the one to rather settle it, one and done, only would I revel in this evidence if I was relevant, comfortable embellishing benevolence, I'm selling it to be so elegant as an element of me, it would be a devil in disguise, trying to get up out the game but the game don't lie, eventually the cheat codes exposed my freak mode, once revealed, I was healed so sly...why?, CAUSE THE GAME DON'T LIE!

Poetry is life, life as a poet, the experience of living out the body, illustrating insights from your hindsight, seeing new light, new feel, NEW LIFE.................The creativity that just takes hold, losing control, you fall into its soul, as visual arts would bear its visible start from my invisible vision within, the complex context that can differ from the 3D world, but soon living its dream, it proves all that is seen just seems it can transcend man-made limits, therefore man made Guinness, with records that transition traditions in each edition all additions are provisional, admitting though, cause initially I didn't know, then again, some agree and some don't, rather recently a piece of me was shattered, scattered cause for peace of mind it really didn't matter, so the shot to the head really didn't hurt, certain how it tranquilized a smart-***, that didn't work, the clutter made him suffer and buffer his brightness, stuttering to butter to others his likeness, with lightning, funny how reality hits, sparking up a feeling he will never forget, his *** turned shellshocked, at the height of the storm when the bells rock.