I am not the sound of my voice
The voice of my head
The ears that I hear from
My eyes that are dead.
No I am not the air that I breathe,
The pain that I see,
The joy that I need.
I am not the one that I hate
The one that I love,
No im not perfect or good enough,
I'm just on the edge of falling through the walls!
No!  I am not THAT bad but I am not THAT good either,
Im just a rotten, greedy, die hard believer,
That in the end no ones an achiever!

Personal items trigger emotions & motions fissured

By past passions delivered

Those actions were a source of satisfaction untouched

By any person around,to create was a feeling that was buried beneath the ground.

But now I feel it will surface, the past was just a canvas

the future will paint my purpose

The timing couldn't be more perfect

My confidence is at its prime

no more hiding behind the curtains

I feel like I do deserve it

whatever the future the holds

Whether its a grain of sand or a plunder of gold

I will make use of the new

then reuse the knowledge of the old

To then infuse my minds muse into a present that is bold

relevant none the less, I express every increment of my journeys continuance

let these words be adamant and evidence of my monument

letters stand strong then create a sense of accomplishment

I write to stay away from the past pit that was bottomless

this was where I often sat

this is where I want to sit

no this is where I want to stand

Never forced nor by command

all is done by eager hand.

Check it!

Mind State Subliminal's

Never Ridicule the Individual

there Journey is of a different school

I find myself at the pinnacle
the point of which is so critical

It's a mind state That isn't physical

mental obstacles I often leap.

then find myself tied to Marry Poppins feet

I see the world and its obscurities are out of reach

I hide in pits of insecurities I guess I'm obsolete

Will I forever have cold feet? or will my motions cause friction, the conception of heat

My perception is keep, moving and keep trying, trying is just dying

an act of the weak.

Let's smash all beliefs and DO! then keep applying pressure to these modern hands

For my body is made of fuel and metallic cans.

How often does passion stand if where it lands is on a slant?

It doesn't, it slips and slides then collides with motions that stride

is this what keeps us alive? the ambulation of vibes, the infatuation to strive, dive and keep swimming

I'm satisfied by this life I keep living

My perception is interception I catch it all than digest it.

I consume all even though it may be septic

let theses words I eat pierce my inner intestines.

I left leftovers for my contestants,

I'm lethal like needles to a vain,

this game will leave you breathless.

I'll never do it for the fame or chains or a fancy neckless

Flow is too raw. cause havoc I'm too reckless.

You can catch me at the bottom pit, be spitting the hottest ****

I'm that hip hop-otimuous

That's no name anonymous.

Your frame is just picture-less

I hope you can picture this

My words do splits, therefore they do gymnastic flips

this acid pit drips sick masses of glass and ink

Brain ****, call it massive **** pinpointed so accurate

I'm going to a place with no conciseness

I write with my arms Then drop legs and abstract kicks

My abstractions are the thrills of a ride or several attractions

My mental is monumental to some by a fraction

I'm an empty thought that lies in a Casket

Surprise with my habits That's applied to the madness is tragic...

Slithering satisfaction supported strongly surpasses idiots by the masses.

Monumental mysteries mesmerizes men in misery...

I live life to amaze while in a maze of symmetry

I hope what I say Is riveting, Imagery will then cascade into a blaze of remedies

instantly sparking a chain reaction of positive energy...

The negative turns away...along with its enemies...

Ears evolve into eyes then spot their demise

I hope I never get lost in these times.

This aggravation to make it is shattering all my truth

For my pinnacle of patience is
bubbling in a soup

Young and geared in a suit, no tie needed

Because every step that I take will be one that is bound strategic

Cousin, sister and sister moving forward I see it

Stuck in my own beliefs, but will I ever believe it?

I feel like my goals are old, but how do I know if I don't proceed with
Simply starting to seed it

dreams buried beneath the ground, waiting for the rain to seep in

Guess I'm too busying sleeping,

wondering, daydreaming

When will this fiction end?

When I will I then Begin?
Let this crucifixion begin

for my future is in a needle
And that needle is holding threads, of my imaginary friends

Let this phase be a state of promise and not a revolving trend

I think it takes time for a person to commence to greatness

Because what I feel inside has traveled from a basement
To a place with, patience,

prominence and perseverance
My mental radio sounds clear, no fuzz or interference.

I'm glad my soul can hear this.

Dreams as vivid as reality, my bodies lying on the bed as my mind soars causally.

In a wooden house with strangers equivalent to Dorothy's

I look outside the window I see waves of the open seas.

But were not in the ocean see, because pirates are never seen. I swear this is a different scene. If you could see it, you would believe.

But I'm not here to prove that it's nonfiction, let these words be a depiction of dreams that have been driven.

By Purposes filled in vials then consumed by minds made by miles, roads, and directions styled

in shuttering accents, enough of this madness lets jump into passions.

Engraved in my soul is the past-tense...if nothing's new under the sun,
then let my shade be a labyrinth

Picture me in a chair with no hair & broken glasses

Needle in arm I fit In with all the masses

***** room with a full spoon which tastes like satisfaction.

belly grumbling, kids tumbling life has gifted me acid

filthy sofas & pizza boxes I'm wondering where the cash is?

Scratching for a dime under my blood stained mattress

Visions of intermission
pause my crazy reaction

I wake up from this death dream,
all was simply imagined