Nature will have to change its course
Before our engaged minds divorce;
The sun shall prefer to ascend from the west rather than to watch our siamese shoulders stride apart. What is whole will reject all offers,
To exist in dividends of two halves.
A duet of harmonized hearts will sing loudly enough;
To drape the fear of drowning in the noise of un-synchronized rhythms;
of footsteps echoing in opposite directions as 'us' becomes two I's,
Refusing to meet eye to eye;
Unwelcoming the thought of one another.
I guarantee that the pallet will always retain it's true colors;
to ensure this masterpiece is not dulled into abstract strangers.

The speech of the humble radiates sound waves so mellow
It's a mumble
The voice box barely vibrates,
Turn it down a notch till its a whisper
Whisperer for the righteous,
Thinkers descending from higher dimensions,
Unseen to the untrained vision.
The average cant envision the depth of their imagination,
Plotting schemes to bond boundaries between nations;
Make elbow room for the revolution.
A crew of black sheep who dont count sheep to fall asleep,
Wide awake even when they snore Z's
When two eyes are closed,
The third functions to the highest degree.

Passion possess my heart,
And uses it as a medium to express talent vicariously through my art
Tell me that went through your head and not over it.
Irritation stems from addressing what should be common wit,
In plain sight is the most cryptic
Screaming messages of promises
For jewels and shiny trinkets resonates empty echoes.
Placing a visual trance,
To distract us from deciphering the obvious.
The sinister behavior make me question the speaker...
Spitting rehearsed speeches,
A trickster preaches change without executing procedures.
This compels me to categorize leaders as day dreamers,
Because dreams only come to sleepers,
In a state of conscious slumber...
I guess we're all the same, difference is I'm quite aware.
Heavy eyeslids and the ceiling have the loneliest affair,
When you are the chosen seeker searching for teachers;
With the wisdom to instill some character in these creatures.

One phonecall? Alert the public
Who would you call in a stance of conundrum in case the sky's falling down?
Desperate measures in desperate times
I carry an emergency kit with extra ink for my rhymes
And a band aid for my lips to cover up the disease they diagnosed me with;
Of Spitting up filthy ****
Labeling ill kids,
With conditions made up like myths
Deluded? Please.
Excuses are sad pleas to ensure the public's attention skips the obvious.
So I'd rather lock myself away,
And use my notebook to convey my love;
For the person I'd dedicate one last phone call to.
Lock myself away like Anne frank in the attic and write so much fire it produces sparks
the static is electric; the rush through my veins has me lost,
In the cosmic abyss of my thoughts
While I'm lit... I concoct schemes to conquer mics
If you dissect my insides with jabs, I'll retaliate with clever forensics;
Cut myself open for the world to see,
That all I'd bleed is metaphors in overdose...
Infinite similes are the catalyst to my rhythmic metamorphosis