Hulks bulk broke through Banner's shirt,
As he converted, ready to assert,
Dominance, frickin' kickin' up dirt,
Steady and ready to hurt,
Any annoying that would turn his way,
Knocking the lights out of anyones day,
Green and sickly, the epitome of dismay,
Sheer power, feared hero, watching enemies decay.

Today he faces off against a man that stands atop a,
Pillar of power with the calm effect of marijuana,
There's no stop to this man, he's no period, he's a comma,
He's the One Punch Man, the unbeatable Saitama,

Slick bare head, no hair, yellow red,
Costume, white cape, one punch, Hulk's dead...
Oh... that was fast...

I write pain,
I want fame,
But I'm afraid,
That I write lame,
SO I meditate,
And tame my mind,
On the thought,
That it's my time,
To shine brighter,
Than these mumble rap *****,
Or these "cowboys" in chargers,
That sing about trucks,
But I ain't catchy,
I don't do that,
I just think and write,
And try to rap,
And maybe you'll relate,
With the **** I'm tryna say,
Maybe I'll make the game,
Kick off my shoes and stay,
I hope to blow up,
Like hand grenades,
Expect me to show up,
With lyrical blades,
I am conscious,
When I speak,
And often dishonest,
Cause I tweak,
Certain bars,
To rhyme together,
Parallel bars,
OCD pleasure,
Oh, I feel better,
After I've centered,
The sentences,
And severed the letters,
To relieve the pressure,
And make it sound right,
I unlock the locked treasure,
To make the sounds tight,
I express what I express,
And I'mma do what I do,
So quit doing me,
And continue doing you.

I was snatched,
Detached,
From my loving mom,
When I was six or seven,
Like Iran to Saddam,
Some people invaded,
And removed our calm,
But I was persuaded,
That I wasn't loved,
At my moms place,
So I was taken away,
Didn't see her face,
For over a decade,
Parents replaced,
I wish I stayed,
Cause for ten years,
I sat and decayed,
Without affection,
Just a roof and some crumbs,
I had no connections,
I slowly went numb,
To life and joy,
And simple pleasures,
Became an angsty boy,
That felt the pressure,
Of knowing there was people,
That was out there and cared,
But I thought I'd never see them,
And that made me scared,
I was told they were evil,
But soon I was prepared,
To find their love,
And rise above,
Some petty lies,
That I despised,
Reunited with 'em,
And gave them hugs,
And at that point,
I found the love,
I knew I had missed,
All the lost bliss,
The anger in my heart,
To this day, it exists,
But when I start,
To unball my fists,
And hug my sister,
Or brother, it gets,
Released completely,
And I feel alright,
Cause I'm back with my family,
For at least another night.

What code is this?
It's Oedipus.
A silly cypher,
Disgusting predicates,
Snip the wire,
For instant level-headedness,
Insistent thoughts of devilish,
Hellish psychological embellishments,
Third day comers are late to ****,
And word play lovers may cherish this.

Seclusion is amusing,
And places me in content,
I can relax with my mind,
Pick up the pen and vent,
Draw out my thoughts,
With emotions as my lure,
Negativity caught,
So the rest of me is pure,
See the obvious abyss,
And watch it glare back,
Reminding me of a *****,
That had a nice rack,
That's about all though,
******, didn't swallow,
Planned speech like a talk show,
She left, I lost all hope,
That's before I realized,
All her evil lies,
And side guys,
I realized,
A perfect life,
Blind to strife,
Cut and cried,
And fantasized,
I'm past that,
I think,
But sometimes,
I bring,
The past to the present,
Or blame the present on the past,
All because of some dumb promise,
That was too broken to last.

If I take one more step, I'll fall through the floor,
Touch one more handle, I'll break through the door,
Wait in one more line, I'll shoot up the store,
If I'm taking one life, then I'm taking more,
At least rid the strife, of about another four,
So that they won't, relive days of yore,
Cause I'm broke to the core,
And in need of your...
Our...
Mutual Suffrage,
Even though I'm the one that's torn.

All is fair in love and war,
For I can covet a vile *****,
While she covers illusionary beauty,
At the brothel, her putrid store.

All is fair in war and love,
For that arrow that rose above,
Touched Gods unscathed tongue,
And redirects towards the son.

All is fair in love and war,
For an apple that sits,
Rots to the core,
But an apple that's bit,
Is that of no more,
So rot or sin,
Like kin before.

All is fair in war and love,
For when push, turns to hug,
Turns to stab, turns to shove,
Turns to turning in the grave,
Which thou hath dug,
Which thou hath paved,
Over to clave,
Death from life,
What's left is strife,
What's right is to shrug.

I bathe in oil,
And lit a match,
To practice for hell.
I cut my eyes,
And saw the truth,
When I removed myself.
I turned a new leaf,
But still I perceive,
The same chlorophyll.
I put down the blade,
But the wind,
Still turns the mill.
I chose to be,
And still I choose,
Whenever I forget.
Opening up,
To reality,
When all terms are met.
Again I bathe,
This time in salt,
To purify a piece.
The one as whole,
The whole as one,
Until all thoughts cease.

Where has loving you ever even gotten me?
While I'm caught up in this monotony,
You reroute my optics to the point I can't see,
And I fall so deep in you, that I forget to breathe,
I forget to be me, I forget to leave,
I forget that when you find out I'm still breathing,
You seethe with rage,
It's your belief that I'm a disease that's caged,
Unlock me, then block me, because you're afraid,
Critique my bleak mistakes,
While I bleed out to the crowd I made,
I'm not lost, but found in the shade,
But at what cost does the abyss delay,
The cryptic messages often displayed,
Throughout my prophetic poetic crusade,
Slowly played out into a fade...

I'm searching for the answer,
As I beat around the bush,
Slowly dying of cancer,
Steering clear of the kush,
Incessant growing cells,
Burdening my body,
A false sense of hell,
Like I think someone shot me,
But that's just it,
It's just a thought,
Just a small bit,
Of all that is not,
Stop and stay put,
Think for a second,
Like really, should,
Any pain be beckoned,
Beyond the brain,
Outside the mental shell,
If so, then your pain,
Is passed to everyone else,
In some form or another,
Useless complaining,
Choose a brighter color,
When your clouds start raining,
Remember pain is subjective,
And can be switched,
Pain is created within perspective,
You whining *****,
My ears are always open,
Especially when you're staring,
Depreciating my own pain by comparing.

I love you,
I just don't know how to show it,
Just one chance,
I really don't want to blow it,
Every time,
I hang out with you,
I just think,
****, she's just too cute,
When you're here,
In my house and nowhere beside me,
That's when we're,
Sharing a missed opportunity,
Sometimes I'm mad at myself,
Because I can't express my love,
I want you and no one else,
Forever just raising above,
Things that will try to hold us back,
But going at a comfortable pace,
So the relationship won't crack.
.........
Honestly, love pains me,
And I don't know why,
I'm removing debris,
From my love-blind eyes,
Honestly, love fills me with joy,
And makes my love for you more intense,
Let's just be a girl and a boy,
Who can create love,
And can show the love,
At our own dispense,
Honestly, I just want you to be happy,
That's the biggest goal,
I am depressed when you're feeling unhappy,
Sadness will parch you,
Happiness feeds the soul.

I wanna show her my love,
And be in her presence,
But when I'm around her,
I can't finish a sentence,
Without turning red,
Or overthinking,
I find false meaning,
In her sighing and blinking,
There's so many obstacles,
That confuse the hell,
Out of my illogical,
Thoughts that compel,
Various actions,
That make me seem awkward,
When I'm her distraction,
It seems like I stalk her,
They say let her go,
Just leave her be,
But she's the one,
That's talking to me,
I want her here,
And also I don't,
But now she wants,
To borrow my coat,
It should be guaranteed,
That I see her again,
IF this is the beginning,
I can wait for the end.

In the end, my friend, acceptance is key. Let it be.

Inhale, ****,
Take a rip,
Then lean in closer.
Exhale, smoke,
Lock your lips,
With rose and clover.
Decide tomorrow's fate,
By tonight's,
Hand guidance.
Before it gets too late,
Let's take flight,
I'll let you ride this.
Take off bracelets,
Turn off lights,
And tuck away the lighter.
Under blankets,
You hold me tight,
And I'll hug back tighter.
Interlocking thighs,
Sleepy tension steep.
You stare into my eyes,
Then you drift off to sleep.
We snuggle in your bed,
My new nightly commute.
I kiss your forehead,
And whisper, "I love you."

Should I leave today,
Or stay inside?
Should I stay with you,
Or go off and hide?
I'll stay in bed today,
And wake up tonight.
Losing another day,
Turn off the lights.
A nocturnal stray lays,
In need of ice.
Snacking on Classic Lays,
They suffice.
Staying up too late,
On my device.
This is the only time,
That I can write.
If I do it once,
I might do it twice.
Might roll a blunt,
To feel the high.
To feel the heights,
Up here, the sights,
Make me cry,
But hey, that's fine.
When the kiss,
Turned to bite,
I was still alright.
I was like,
"I can manage this,
Actually, I like this,"
I'm a *******
I still feel the bliss,
Of the bite,
Post-kiss,
I miss this,
And apparently,
I inherently miss,
Reminiscing,
On the good times,
I now perceive as bad,
Reminiscing in the rhymes,
Making myself sad.

I wish I could communicate without words, neither uttered or gestured.
For the word transmutes through a thousand filters littering the mind.
To communicate the essence, would such a task be possible?
Would staying silent convey more?
Let's try.