I'm on that spiritual
Spirits with metaphysical
my methodical rituals
captivate, you regurgitate
when I sit and I spit the truth
activate, no originate
when I spit flows in figure 8's
need a female with a figure 8
body, hope I could figure it
hot tamale on dinner plate
was my focus it didn't play
my flows a solar / extension
bipolar floater with / hench man
att-ack like cobars / extended
extendo clip / interception
vocal record / compression
in an out of / depression
Ajax in kitchen I'm mixing
with all this Henny I'm drinking
John Lennon & Jimmy Hendrix
remixed the sampled I'm sinning!
I've killed it since the beginning
my ex is gone fuck these bitches
a hexagon in the kitchen,
I cook with shapes of aggression
My ex is calling
I hang up like who are you?
she calls again
so I hang up like the bill collector
see in my mind I have traveled
to different sectors
sections are often of Optimus
lately I've been feeling the opposite
night prescription of pussy
keeps my mind / off the odds and ends
I should be working on offices
this consequence is brought to you by a novelist mind,
Steven king with a Flow that's ridiculous I
flip like a pendulum, fly
I’m only seeking good vibes
heating seeking misses to the sky
the years I haven’t been on
this year I’m fucking shit out of proportion
till my foreskin bends like a circus contortionist
worst is I'm not even forcing it
words I fornicate and fork with
like alphabetical whores at a spelling bee orgy
cast from my inner orifices
mighty morph into a scorpion
Society I I’m bored with.
ideology, my philosophy women——ogomy
since I'm speaking with honesty
all I see is the time that leaks
moments of curiosity
fuck all the animosity
BITCH IM DOING IT PROPERLY
fancy mind like I'm Socrates
kicking faces with basses
like I got a team in the soccer league
I will fulfill my prophecy,
profit to other scholars is another dollar in pocket, please
My faith has been like waves on the ocean surface
Rising and falling in the storms of this caustic life
I've let my trust in the Almighty falter
I've let all my hope fall into despair
The cares of this life gnash at me
Searing my soul with burns
But my Abba holds me
He doesn't let go
People say that I'm a good poet, that the poetry I write is beautiful... Really the best poems are never read because I never write them.
Sometimes you can see a glimpse of them in the way I kiss.
Sometimes you can see a glimpse of them in the way I cry.
But they're never going to be put onto paper with a pen.
My love and my pain are truly too great for words.
You are the one I'm talking about,
When my words aren't there anymore.
Where the memories are bound to my heart,
You gave my heart reasons to live.
My dear friend, I am only a skeleton,
Stripped to bones by life's winds.
If you could feel my emptiness, death,
So long ago, I was alive with you.
The raindrops fall in this desert,
How I fell for you.
Reminders, remains, tell me all your secrets,
Where is your heart, love?
The force behind my words, the reasons I write,
Every letter a drop of our blood.
Sand falls out my mouth, you move on,
But did you know you were the one?
Though I have lost you from my life,
You dwell forever in my heart;
Scars borne from being torn away,
I shall wear as a badge of honor;
An unjust separation, too quick and harsh,
Cut to my core, separated heart from flesh.
You were so much more than friendship and lust;
You were true love, true love, oh you are true love!
You are my friend, you dwell in my thoughts;
You are my love, you dwell in my heart.
I will endure for you these hardships.
Just another suicidal night
Everything comes crashing in
Over and over and over in my head
While my prayers bounce off the ceiling
While my tears fall mute on deafness
So I suffocate slowly suffering
Razors across my eyes
Filled with blood
How my heart grasps for you, your thunderous breeze across the swept up pieces of my broken, maligned heart.
I do not want to write mere words to you, or scrape up mere feelings for you. Those belong on the surface.
I want to dig deep into myself and express the surrender I have for you
I've been here before, you know I have. And I left her stars in my poems but ultimately I did leave her; and you became my star. My sparkle of gold in the dark chasms of my being.
You are not lost to me.
I've been here before and I'm willing to stand here again, fight here again, endure here again because of who you are to me! We are not flimsy straw and fickle mist. We are steel and flame together. Sharp and burning.
My soul cries out for you, yet do not dwell on my miseries because you are not lost to me. You are not lost. Every tender kiss on your forehead, every night I hold you let's me keep fighting on for the day our hands interlock again.
Close your eyes and feel beyond the surface.