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Oct 2016 · 429
On The Grid
STLR Oct 2016
Just another person on the grid...Where is my place, where do I fit?  What if I don't I rather be known in a place that I have to establish..musician to Artist to maverick...marvels created from magic..I've never cared for the lavish...gold, diamonds  nor fashion...I rather share with the masses...let's form a generation that classes no rules or structure, just life from pure passion...
STLR Oct 2016
Simple yes this is frustration simplified

How the **** do the poems that have 3 lines get recognized?!

Even idolized, which is madness

watch my words walk into a wardrobe then change fashion.

Red in fact...the color of love, hate strength and of course passion

It appears I'll get a comment if I end it here...

but I appear to say "**** it" because I'm a lyrical engineer

critical are the gears & nuts of this operation

for this construct Is just a build of my current frustration.
Oct 2016 · 809
Welcome To My Mind
STLR Oct 2016
I think about a flower and learn beauty can devour

take a breather, take a shower to come out in half an hour

feel the steam then feel the power go

I'm feeling mighty powerful

words are like a *** of gold

my mind is thick as ice

whats the price of cold?

I round about in life I'm a bicycle

eyes are wide, nothing is impossible

everything that's here is possible

Honest, though...your mind is closed.

my thoughts are open never gasping for air...the negative haunts so your grasping with fear...ever think what you think isn't there? Blurred focus to the spaces are near..divided by false movements, mass illusions equal rash confusion...letters turn into words are useless...go-ahead take shot with Cupid.

Curved arrows stay sharp like the beak of a sparrow..Soak it in, let it drown in your sorrows..on the decline will I slip tomorrow? negative mind but I'm quick to borrow..the positive side of my novelist mind is equipped to define.

I'm as quick as a kick to the spine..as swift as the flip of a dime..take a peek with the squint of an eye, sit or just stand...by my side and soon you will find..how stories and feelings collide, welcome to my mind.
Oct 2016 · 684
Natures Violence
STLR Oct 2016
Clouds...so simple...so complex

different motions in the air...there concave and convex

their motions are unclear...its a constant that's not set

explosions and high riffs disguised in horizons

Clouds are then hijacked, by the cloud pirates

A cloud city undiscovered, while under a riot

Thunderous clouds begin to shockingly shout.

Their rain is soon to demount, Across our region no doubt

this cause can refresh a dry surface while healing a drought...

Various impacts from this winded chain reaction...

A gust of thick air turned thin touches any human that passes.

There's some who don't understand this interaction...

Walking through the wind...seems like any other action.

Raindrops attack the ground with splashes..equivalent to broken glasses

War has waged between weather and man.

Mother nature is a woman with furious fangs

The alert stand, while the curious hang..

To survive, elements must be juggled by hand.

We are pebbles to walking giants

mixtures scissor our climate

Screeching storms of silence

Create a sense of confinement

who would have thought that nature could be so violent.
Oct 2016 · 565
Epic Battle
STLR Oct 2016
Analytical beast I have a knowledge in my locker

The swarm screams for the author

The red then spills from the blood oath offer

Higher than extraterrestrials and their flying saucers

Universal football we kick meteors like soccer

We battle in coliseums, mediators are awkward

They fear the slanted enemies eyes and their lean postures

They find it so astounding, there movement in green pastures

Hunters become hunted, prey becomes stalkers

They seem to breathe steam and move faster

Engaging renegades will never make it easy for these *******

Thunderous parades of pain reported from the mental telecasters

Wizards from faraway lands land by spell casting

Time is forever lost but what they found is still lasting

And what Is bound is surpassing, it's an avalanche...earth smashing

The lands crashing, the world will regenerate but the swords will keep clashing.
Oct 2016 · 454
illuminated
STLR Oct 2016
One looks up and says life is a ladder

Black sky's illuminated with stars scattered

Adventure thrown in the air in the shape of matter

We take and embrace what we can't see instead what we can feel.

It all feels so unreal..emotions and ordeals

Now watch as our minds peel then sit in a cornfield

Only to be found by space and particles

They read while we speak of thee impossible

Big humps to people seem like obstacles.

We just jump above and learn that anything is possible.

Never walk in shame within the halls of the honourable.
Oct 2016 · 686
Time
STLR Oct 2016
Look...look-e here pause for a second before the seconds get near

the clock is dishonest and it cuts like shears.

I stare into the sky yet I do not fear

even if the end was near, I would be in the clear

Like visions that are translucent, let's mix it up like blood transfusions

don't think too hard just say you can do it!

what are drugs to a man using?

I call it addicted, my logic is gifted I'm on it, you're just with it

let me call a witness...to this lyrical massacre

my letters strangle the pilot, co-pilot, and passengers.

There belittled by small riddles am the verbal ambassador

My minds pickled so sick hospice...not hospital

my rhymes ripple as I watch the clock trickle.

Time is the enemy never stare at it...and if you look for too long...you will become an addict.

An addiction to numbers...one two three...along with others

Countless counts of time equal a waste of time so pause it, take your time.

A debate will rise ...to take equates to loss..we run,drive, and fly at any cost.

But there is only one currency...time is the coin of all eternity.

When the hands turn they move clockwise with certainty.

the counter clock is unwise certainly.

because it moves in contrast with urgency...

Father Time what is thee emergency? Mother Nature's calling she waiting for the earth to speak.
Oct 2016 · 579
There & Gone
STLR Oct 2016
I ***** that cold spit on this hot terrain...

My subzero degree waves smash like glaciers and make ice parades

I'm hype like I smoked that right and when left instead

I will **** you and myself I simply knife gernades

My flows bomb-tastic

When I spit, your temple sizzles from my splashed acid.

I periodically pummel phonies in masses

Reverberations reveal Reactions.

My devilish grin shows satisfaction

Am lyrically chemically unbalanced

My lyrics ripple wild with drizzles of stylish accent.

I double dribble with the sound of pistols and stick back flips..

You fiddle skittles, blow like tea kettles an kiss assess  

My classic rip will make your brain flip like gymnastic tricks

I'm gone like acid trips

This is levitation no magic trick

Verbal constipation my massive ****

My words are pinpointed so accurate

I'm there and gone I'm oxygen.
Oct 2016 · 718
The Darkness
STLR Oct 2016
Darkness feels great...grunge is the Feeling of teeth grinding on a steel plate

it still hates and seems to thrive under...like a mean bear in its cold slumber

they ask how high are you?  I say real low...self-esteem is negative zero

steam blows through the nose of the enemy of the hero...which is stellar

enemies pretend to be civilians in red sweaters..killers of all colors

no surprise for the eyes of the blind..for they think deep thoughts and feel deep vibes.

in these's times there is no true winner the good guy is blurred out by the bad guys glimmer...well aren't you chipper? No, I'm bitter

"I'm as salty as a beach in my presidential suite" really? Well I **** it all like bleach

so please get your stain on...and if you take it away I will get my gain on

green light seems right...I call it game on

your all like crooked pictures with their frames off.

One pop to your face will knock your frame off...I will **** everybody..call me Adolf...The stickler...?

What is a joker to a riddler?

the past peel's like old paint stickers

Shadows become thicker...

Water becomes liquor

Girlfriends become strippers.

Darkness engulfs all including the small glimmers
Oct 2016 · 521
Brother
STLR Oct 2016
What's up brother, how have you been feeling?

I know it's been a while since we shared our true feelings.

I know that problems can stack and smash into a glass ceiling

And when glass breaks it's never too appealing.

we have to pick up the pieces

**** feels like a fishing pole that keeps reeling

But on the real, if the damage was in a deck of cards would you keep dealing?

This is coming from a kid who barely speaks but keeps listening

******* doesn't shine when it walks it glistens

Then attracts people by the pieces it has missing

We fill in the gaps, by doing some of this, some of that.

Not because we want to, but because we want to adapt From the feelings that lack and haunt us from the past.

I'm truly sorry that your dad passed away, I'm sure things get harder every single day. But there's just one thing that I want to say, I know he wants to see you with a smile on your face, I know he loved you in every single way, I know this because people who love each other think the same.

And as long as you're here I will never stay away, always stay awake, our past will never fade away.

I remember when we use to play, games on the Nintendo, that controller was made of glue because we never let go. Bomber man, Mortal Kombat, Duck Hunter & all that! Always causing a commotion on the games we would focus...little kids watching toons watching moving a like hocus pocus.

Animorphs was the ****, so was tales of the crypt, I remember you did that move on my neck like the Xena chick. In 10 seconds I would be dead, then you turned It off like a switch.

Every move I would twitch, you were just well equipped with punches and super kicks, all your moves were simply ****, bomb-diggity-bomb I mean lethal. You were a ninja mastermind Who had killed million people.

Then you would sit back and act like you didn't do ****

But when mom and ***** came around that was it.

Super belts for the whoopin, rice & beans they were cookin, rice & beans in a napkin then pocket, when they weren't looking.

Not saying there cooking was bad.
That's all we every had.
And **** I'm really glad that's not all they every gave use

Good lessons were taught, we learned them a little later. And If I could go back in time, I wouldn't change our behavior, past moments or memories, because then we would never see that I'm a part of you and are a part me.

Not necessarily a picture perfect family but **** the picture if all it speaks vanity.

Where both in a family tree but your  branch to me is important.

You have been an inspiration for me to go forth with.

All this technology, honestly when I saw you working with computers I wanted to be. Apart from what you where doing even when we where doing different things and just moving.

Trying to find our identities, reckless teen, I can see that what you where doing was never seen. In trouble by seventeen. I thank you for keeping me away from the streets.

Always living inside a lesson learning from your mistakes will soon bring progression. I know I haven't been that expressive, but please take this a compliment not an insult to contend with. Even if we head off into our own directions I know that we will always be connected.
Oct 2016 · 872
The Future
STLR Oct 2016
The Future to me is Walking Toasters and Cars that glide and go faster than roller coaster

No more big screens nothing but virtual TVs & invisible gun holsters Art Displays still magnificence in portable posters.

Images and pictures are no longer created by hand
they are simply imagined then transferred to an electrical canvas through the movement of sand.

Homes are bought with credits in the digital lands all types of music played together with the mystical hands Medley's majestically moving the fans  

No more war or hate just peace by command it’s amazing to see the future in conceptual hands, emotional bangs and physical hangs dominated by the extraterrestrial man.

The future is no place for a regular man a scholar must know mathematics and formulas to simply understand love as a feeling and how it stands.

Vagabond walkers on the side of the technological wastelands
everything that's trash is thrown in biological waste cans then mutated among each other to create bands.
Oct 2016 · 337
Mirror
STLR Oct 2016
Have you ever taken a deep look in the Mirror and notice that everything you see is blurred not clearer. 

There's a person inside emulating your life and mimicking all your vibes.

you feel this creature inside then you wish that all of your lies...can vanish in thin air....Wait I think I have been here? The reflection becomes clear...A table of exposed fears.

The direction just changed gears...attention to all ears!! Let not these wet spots be called tears...and if we cry...we only cry cheers.
Oct 2016 · 619
Lethal
STLR Oct 2016
Lethal Lethal! my words are medieval...What's a church to sinners if there all evil?

Others watch as the camel dives through the eye of a needle

I spit that professor-x direct to your cerebral....am evil Knievel...I jump off my white horse into a pile of beetles my crooked style is...

Lethal...Weapon 5..tell Riggs to put the weapons high..

I call cannabis to the floor to handle this

Fingers bent back, will leave you handless

I cut the lights and blind your brain from your mental manuscript

with no Bic in hand..my words write themselves quicker than quick sand..You must be a toilet because I am The **** man

And sadly I have diarrhea...but strangely I **** hard bars...the size of pizzeria's made of bricks

Now how can you deliver a punch line with a swollen fist?

I quickly rip your lumbar-5 call it open Disc....hope your recording this...

Now watch me, Sammy Sosa, this

**** in the form of words...I'm not sure if this is appropriate...

Keep your eyes open kiddddss!!

That's how the Chinese cookie crumbles, guess that's unfortunate.

I can see the future, it's an anorexic clock your time is running thin.
Oct 2016 · 515
Blurred & Twisted
STLR Oct 2016
Blurred and twisted my world is shifted it's not the same

I'm off my flip, I feel cold like a coffins frame

my spaces change..and so do the faces names

All is engraved..still the same.. are features that have haunted ever since I was a minor...

What does he speak of is it really that minor?

I indoor spit quick metaphors heavy-ore then a cave of iron ore..pre-historically historical am a tech-dinosaur..

am kind of a connoisseur...I think of often more...and mostly for specifics..open doors to find the leak of crickets.

speak of what we eat I call it cheese and bisects...you must be getting jumpy I can hear the ribbit's

Mash up little snippets simple digits...words and phrases I'm a chemist chemically inclined, Mentally declined.

I think she needs space so I say read between the lines. Squeeze a lemon from a lie call it sit-trust..to double check please elect a witness.

Now get shocked like a hit stick...flipped with my mines thoughts that are clouds which pass then precipitate...rain drops fall down to participate in the puddle...

Instant is a rebuttal...quicker then space vacuums..or a blast from a space shuttle...hmm it's all subtle..suddenly coming by as if it were to apply to my simple human vibe.

Who is you...who am I? That is thee outstanding surprise, I speak to leap with a pride that wouldn't normally subside in my daily life...rarely I speak I just leak what I have inside.

If this catches your interest great..if not...well better luck next time...here take a glove..try to catch my next line_________
Oct 2016 · 439
Flip The World
STLR Oct 2016
flip the world on its head now

what do you get?

Some say more chaos most say violence

I say plucks of pleasure played by

violins..silent bliss like the waves

touching the sand's on an island.

I'm smiling melodies are rising

Our thoughts pass the sublime horizon

Into a space that's infinite...

Can you think of it? Think of it.

Digital instruments become intimate

Pleasure delivered by sound increments...

Aromas create words...then create sentences

No more crime, corruption or life sentences.

Souls are divine then divided into life elements.

Intelligence equals elegance We are above glimmer

Ignorance causes death, it makes the blood thinner

Humans talk with tongue twisters

Money is no longer, for long lives are much richer

Now watch as the short minded vanished

Then flip this world up and create a new planet.
Oct 2016 · 285
Left-Right
STLR Oct 2016
Anonymously attacking ..with verbal illustrations...

Just for the demonstration...telecasting to different nations

A smudge of this...you could never taste nor even a finger lick

Devouring every word...empowering ever verb...my letters do flips.

For every action is to superb

the satisfaction of using words...is magic within an urn..They say that this art is dead...I am one to not concur...

For everything has a purpose...am bound from another place...now am place on this earth surface

Should I join in the deconstruction? Or arm in the reconstruction...

I think everyone serves a function, duty, or calling...

It feels like I'm yawning...I guess I'm falling asleep to my withering dreams...that's appalling...

Blurred by the duties of work...it's causing diminishing scenes...of smooth winds, salty sands and water as clear as can been...

I am a fuse from elite...I simply refuse to repeat

I will not abuse then reuse, I will simply choose to be me...

I was asked....left or right? I replied Left-Right..do you want to know the reason why?

Because whenever I aim for a goal I reach for the sky....

that's every direction...am past the sky's limits or any stereotypical border of complication...I won't repeat but will commence with...what's around and what is destined.
Oct 2016 · 388
Space Traveling
STLR Oct 2016
Blank...a blank world a blank canvas...its

Time to fill it up and paint a new planet

Blank words called spaces I write them

Down, now I’m space traveling

Illustrations are still scribbled...and

Sketches are still massive.... nothing is

Learned in a frozen room

I call it stilled classes

I'm diving in a dreams slip stream with my slick glasses

Visions of intermissions after the actor perform actions,

Insights and intuitions are known...from the crying actress

Results are all scripted...we attack with flying backflips

Its...like a car in reverse so I hit that backshift quick

Stay away from the snake never kiss those acid lips.

Suddenly I become a target on that hit list

what is he talking about? Why is he such a misfit?

So it continues down the field like I kicked it

I think it's time to make a deal in 5 minutes

And what I say makes no cents like poor pigeons

But I do have a big sense of smell like am Nixon

My minds a broken table it needs fixing
Oct 2016 · 580
Finger Strokes
STLR Oct 2016
Finger strokes attacking the keyboard…

Nothing to do, so he typed a few…he must be bored

Mind state blank Equivalent to a chalkboard…

He stares into empty space…and finds it a little bit awk-word

That someone was sitting in the same spot, with a different posture…

Opportunity cries indubitably, to write what the mind ponders

To think vast is the life of wonder…thoughts spark ideas…what is swelling down yonder?

Looks like a field of opportunities...arm stretched wide..close to reach, goals aren't necessarily gold 

But they are soon to be...this is the land of outlandish style and unity...primitive tech collides via space and speech

Calamity is a fade...to serenity we retreat...outer extremities absorb energy then repeat..

It's exciting to be alive today & the following week

What does the future bring....who do we seek?

Embrace what you see in good company

For life doesn't revolve around a money tree

Enjoy the fruit when it falls for it is a Taste of luxury
Oct 2016 · 783
Ambitious
STLR Oct 2016
Money hungry & ambitious

I plan to do it all , no more dreaming or dam wishing

I swear..to stay keen to my intuition

I feel artistry is my mission, if it wasn't, a part of me would be missing

failure is a place where goals have no existence

Instead I travel to victory in the distance

I was lacking in motivation

luckily I had the patience to gather determination

then lather this urge to make it

In a place where all can embrace it

I'm abstract in a way...I use math in this case 

to subtract and decay the negative vibes away

to positively portray my energy within waves
 
I've simplified this array, I guess I strive every day...
Apr 2015 · 584
Back 2 Basics
STLR Apr 2015
Its back to the basics....lyrically I was locked in a basement

I pulled out with patience..to only figure out what the combination of the safe is

Opponents shouldn't feel the safest
now that I am out, I will attack with the heat of Satan

sticky situations, suddenly slither beneath your face lite

fire burning turning applying pressure like a bracelet

smoke floods the room, then consumes with a source of hatred

the equation is suffocation...adding insult to injury, iron hands for the strangulation

a mist of the darkest entity is heavily filled with aggravation

a colored room dims dull, the result is desaturation

a tear to a basic word, is a rip to communication

an assault of the human basics
is taunt for the scared to play with
I summer salt..

only to land in a land with others who sculpt, there words out of pure passion
I ignite like a lighter to many matches..letters light, when the minds active
highlighted by spilled acid..my literature is but an integer, in a world that's radioactive

mutations form by the masses...

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