treating her sadly
in his dull pride admired

when his innocence, inoculated
with sour spores,
devolves into thick hides
jaded attitudes
and glazed gaze
raised in the house,
to only look in at the garden
via viewports distorted

There, an vivid effigy on my mind,
your lusterous eyes were on me.
Brightness to my pitch-black existance,
sweet remedy for one broken soul.

Together, facing the tides of time,
our unfathomable contingence.
Caressed old wounds yet beat my heart,
all but the smallest fraction of you and I.

I always count with my fingers all the years you've been gone.
Now I realize I am getting short handed
I need more than both of my hands.
Everyone tells me you are never going to come back.
I know it in myself but I will keep on waiting.
All those letters you have made for me I still read.
I know every word and punctuation you have written.
My sole picture of you have slowly faded through time
But never will my love.
I still remember in my mouth the taste of your lips as you bade me farewell.
I still remember what your hands felt as you caressed my cheeks and sweetly said;
“I will come running back home to you, I promise."
But you never did, didn't you?
Why must our love also be a casualty of the war?

Burn yo castle 2 the ground
When u hear my ****** coming don't u make a sound
Snitches get stitches but these suckers get fouled
Ah wow
Get down
If u don't
Lay down
Plenty cake

If u try 2 go 2 war then we don't conversate

****** been ****** ******* while y'all *******

Break a swisher
Make her lick it
Blow it in yo face

Smoking haters out the box

Summertime come around
****** acting wild

Cpd hit the block
Sneakers shake the ground

Winter time
Icy roads painted wit the blood

****** wit my Lil ******
Meet up wit my snub

Meet up wit my snub
Naw meet up wit yo maker

Jesus
Allah
Buddha Satan
Hera hermes shiva me?
*******
Getting
On they
Knees
1+2
But they ain't praying tho

U ain't even gotta mic so what u speaking 4

U ain't even gotta high so what u fiendin 4

U ain't even gotta lie
Who u sleeping on?

If he ain't getting money don't speak 4 me

If he getting out his body he can't blow 4 free

If a ***** get loud makeem rest in peace

Deuce deuce at yo chest like double Ds

I squeeze them thangs 2 make them squirt
If a ***** acting childish get his just desserts
No Häagen-Dazs *****
We don't **** wit lames
Pockets got diabetes cuz we stuffing cake

N that's on me
Remember when the boys n blue tried 2 cuff a g
Remember times got hard
We was hungry
N now the fam eating good no gluttony
So go 2 sleep

Lil ***** go 2 sleep

That's what my cousin use 2 always tell me
Cuz when id wake dollar bills is what id c

On me now we living outta dream

Yea now we living outta dream

Yea now we living outta dream n errthing ain't always what it seem
So don't sleep mf don't sleep

Falta-me progressiva consistência
que me tire desta constante inércia do recordar.

Permeiam-me contrarreações ilógicas do universo;
do meu universo.

Irrisório inaceitável tempo
que desfaleça minha imutável memória
atormentada por falsas angustiadas imagens.

Maldito brilho
que por vezes ofusca meu coeso e desejável
leal raciocínio.

Fatos agora estáveis foram,
por vezes,
acontecimentos importunos,
que propuseram ao meu bem estar uma obscuridade incontínua,
porém intransigível.

Embora uma situação não muito clara e nítida a mim mesmo,
pude perceber confessadamente o que de caótica maneira me ponderava
– e que talvez ainda o faça -
meu oneroso conivente dionisíaco.

Ainda não compreendo
porém,
se estou franqueado disto que mal posso interpretar;
que nem mesmo sei se ainda existe legitimamente.

É tudo inevitavelmente sobre eles,
os olhos que me acorrentam por anos em um relance de ódio freudiano;
a mais esplêndida e simplesmente bela face de todo e qualquer universo:
hei de conquistá-la em meus sonhos platônicos
ou tristemente afogá-la em minha morte
vividamente devotada em tê-la.