Is it worth it?
Every inch, Every ******
Every mile, Every bus
Every smile, Every hug
Every frown, Every mug
Every lie, Every fact
Every tear, Every laugh
Every year, Every time
Every hustle, Every grind
Every up, Every down
Every one, Everybody
Is it worth it?

The pain I see,
The pain I feel,
Hopeless minds & ignorance kills,
Trap by death but the blind can't see,
Soul full of wickedness,
Chained to the edomite tree,
Chosen by blood,
Cursed by name,
I wish you could feel & see the pain...

Strange Territory
the wilds of the human mind
unfathomable

black carbon paper lips  
peyote nothing to eat
lord made em sick
prayed to jesus in a backseat
after birth behemoth's armpit
the end.

the end
the end
the end is near

white flags folded in memoriam
klansmen's hoods
bartered goods for gunpowder
kinds who werent designed
for human eyes to see
cause see son
their light is blinding.

they sleep
when the sun is shining
lying in a field of drug flowers.
hugs for smokes & hot showers.

what's the headcount.

man I was done yesterday.

I'm sitting here suffocating
numb to the new world
attitude & outcome
smothered in
carnal crimson summer
not for money or love or
anything or anyone.

I'm just sitting here
burning under the moon
thinking about alpha omega
& who took it upon themselves
to leave out the in-betweens.

godless heathens.
screechy gospel
that goes on for days

straight trip no stops.

I like how our conversations bounce back and forth to all types of topics.. one minute I'm thinking man oh man it's hot, she's exotic looking like the tropics.
You're definitely in my optics, visualizing the prize. But let's make it clear I'm not all about your curves I wanna connect our third eyes..

with the invention of humans
the universe became conscious
of itself.

Botox on the high street
A jab for flabby jowls.
Is it any wonder people
Exist only in their heads?

Social media selfies taken
From above in unnatural light.
Is it still shocking people
Hate the boring everyday?

It's not easy to like yourself
In a world obsessed with image.

Light shoulders, heavy wings:

Grief as elevation
Grief placed in the mouths of babes and bystanders
Grief visited in sterile places
Grief spoon fed for weeks
Grief taken to momentary extremes
Grief as a diving bell

A 10cm network for all you need/nothing can ever be too fresh