I stand medicated yet firm in my statement,
These ideas become adjacent
Numerous problems I engage with
My hands find my hair Grip, Pull, Twist
So I throw on some smooth issshhh
Like Poetry over Heaven’s Melody
Sounds like seduction when I’m fussing
This music soothes my soul
When my belly’s filled with the Devil’s Pie
This music makes me whole
When there’s something missing deep down inside
When I get vexed I get down to ride,
Metamorphosis, in a moment’s time
Fear becomes a myth and death only by suicide
This comma, this dream, my life what does it mean?
In my time I’ve seen treacherous things
Scarred for life like your eyes were bleeding
Numb to the pain, but never blinded by what I see
Night terrors in the day, all that’s left is it to pray
Sometimes I seem to lose my way
Equilibriums shot what could it be?
They shot MLK and JFK, have they shot me?
I’ll cut off my hands, before a chip cuts off my soul.
Defecated times of my life, but I was born with goals
So I have to get this **** right, tonight
All have sinned, and fall short
So a few lines of courage I’ll snort
Sit here with my wine, and write this report
From personal experience, statistics, and public opinion
The world has become susceptible, and subdued by evil influence
To scared, squeamish, and sick in the head
To have the courage to say what needs to be said
They’ll regret it when they’re dead.

I don't know if I'm ready for that day
When the sun goes down
When darkness comes my way
I endeavor to shine
My light is faint
But still bright enough
To blind the ones who hate
My strength is a mystery to me
Why do I wake each day, Is it fate?
Am I late for my passing
Or just thinking about it too early
Words swarm out my mind
Tho, I rarely speak
So I write to pass the time

Our shadows kiss, but our lips remain distant
When I feel the warmth of her touch
Her hands dismiss the mist,
Shrouded around my visions
When her breathe brushes against my skin
I sense she’s ordained the light to come in
I’ve become mawkish, susceptible to her voice.
Her pitch, her tone, my chocolate Goddess
The legends had foretold
I lack the ability to sense the severity of the things to unfold
I’ve come to know my stomach is weak, when she speaks
When she abandons me, the light retreats
I drink to subdue these physical pangs
Shipwrecked, but only in my brain
Our shadows kiss in the darkness each day

With every utterance that leaves my lips
Exist a thousand more my tongue have missed
Frustration causes problems compiling my statements
I try to recapitulate my day, but failure hides in my shadow
My mind leads me and I follow
Complex formulas and conundrums are riddle across my brain
Monday through Sunday overthinking regulates my plane
I soar through the sky in thought,
Though in reality I haven’t left yet
Though I consciously monitor my next step
Because I’m on plan E and I think F’s next
Entrapped by the scent of,
The woman that lies beside me
My soul watches her as she sleep
I lay awake thinking of the rising sun
The things to come with the next day
I’ve learned a lot mainly that patience pays
That vexation puts me in my place, kicks sand in my face
Obscures my way, to humble my spirit
Arrogance ravages my actions
But frustration deflates my ego
With every utterance that leaves my lips
Exist a thousand more my tongue have missed