Under pretenses of platonic embraces You placed me in your dark spaces Seems i'm left to try putting pieces back together Or dare to stop the yelling in all forms of weathered Your wounds old as my half-life A knife-artist with words your whetstone's worn from tears And fears Inspired by years of life read strife In which dynamic characters play out their rage but there is no separating stage To guard an audience too young an age Witnessing rated 14 years of pain coming frequently to term in your dynamic rib-cage Only to be released like one of Gigers beasts Tell me how you entertain healing with your lesions so unyielding When your brows wielding a dark frown it cues a cowards heart to fall down I must confess my weakness' too strong to state psychological fact Thus I would retroact as I came back after every attack To this day my silence threatens more verbal violence But I can't blame me as i'm not the only one to see what prunes this knotted family tree We all suffered cuts by our lucidity As we just try to be while on the perifery of such ugly scenes Choosing instead to close an eye while our ears heard you mutually belie Rather than wield the truth and be free of s(illy noise) I wish you would truly lose it Then this tale of anguish might end But until then from dark pasts and burning astrology you won't be free Your troubles need drugs emotion and stimulating company Now which of those is most addictive to your egochemistry Continually self-medicating to satiate such neuro-chemochotomies The thrill of tripping skipping flipping dipping back into youth Do we not serve to intoxicate you remake you ten times tall and years-lost proof And in return the kitchen hordes and possibility doors we're open to yes I won’t fail to mention the gifts given above all of which was the two of you
By nature tragic This tangent Can't walk away once one’s chose the path of magic So graphic It's embarrassing to ever have had it Hate no wit These are the wounds I keep open from view So no more shall I lay for you For shame I speak then I make it true Beggars can choose not to be fools but These days i'm kool, gravediggin' on Dr. Seuss ( Dust Kings line: Now there's a playa who spoke the truth)
An unseen tapestry of majesty alludes to pagan revelry only in the lines beside our eyes while the tale flows forth from the massives mind it speaks of times of joy and height In which we’d play and with sticks fight the day or contrast it’s way For does not the dark shimmer around the bright That we were hahh the feeling so pure I must heed the god of audio To which we’d all bow so low Like hierophants the more we’d know the more we would then grow into a united flow did carry us like waterfalling up to drink supernal highs Where boredom dares to go and dies Shall we soar with a cccccometeor and finally arrive To a not so modest eden Source of body mind soul feedin’ Where there grew a paradise of seats, and blankets, fires, sweet tea and loquatious freaks And maybe some enlightening treats what feats were inspired by the beats And endless, endless pages of dreams! And ancient wisdom stacked in reams against all walls they were the beams which held the roof above our centers To a place that if you did enter Would stay inside of you forever Ye traveller know what that threshold offers A hospitality unmatched by emperors coffers A spectrum of pleasures amid pain from swift boffers And company of quality untouched by the weight of dollars Dare to release the big red latch and watch what mayhem unleashed that we dare catch If one should be so lucky and yes we found each other so very funny and if the walls could speak they would only laugh or wryly beware There’s just nothing to compare To growing up and out and everywhere As we did when we tred there
The best of times are yet to come but with no little death And yet I sometimes wonder how much ppppparty we have left But no words will reflect said bounties or meet the scales of justice If that bird rocked to this scene, she’d get loose and lustrous
Not wholly tragic Lifes tangent I can walk where I please cast my own hands magic Foot traffic The best times do rhyme I know ‘cause I had it A Deep graphic I’ve danced with witches, fairies, kooks it’s true What stories doth desire choose Quite a bit of fun the two of you Beggars learnt to live like lords it’s lewd Aaaaand i'm still kool, gravediggin' on Alliterine Use
I learned the difference between bullstool and dreams And it seems That in between So many passionate empathies and of the things you said to me which further your hypocrisy There lies a respect not grudgingly cloaking a love of sound mind soul body which sees it’s mishaps p’raps and each repeat one agrees that ones heart feels dark when one succeeds to see what hurts a family tree To ignore ones own lucidity Is stupidity insulting our intelligent tendencies So now here see We’re all ruled by our cruel feelings and selfish dreams as we all shoot for our own ending Our heads never above our hearts it’s an ugly anatomy Feel what I mean So I won’t deny that by mistakes you witnessed of mine so many times I finally realised how to walk alright And what it means for responsibility to be tried To hold my head up so I can wield my hands and just maybe to be my own man Those fools duels are not aside for you cried by spite to get me out of your life for just a while after you decide that what’s in your heart can hurt mine by an extreme vindictive right So flightly I would leave nightly I’d fight me when I look back to see where venom has thus struck thee You didn’t see me But one does realize what lies or rather cries inside and how it might set ones words alight
Truthfully tragic One’s tangent None of us seem to know all the magic Fantastic Let’s keep trying ‘till mastery is graspeedegh ( epic troll) -wibblestick I want to rob a punk band with a shoe Pulled off with good insights and tunes Could be a spot of fun if you’re upto Crunk your young selves yelling to be used Beggars choose To be with good company who feel the blues as well as all the other hues