The riddle of me
Is bullets of art
Shooting ink stains
In your heart
So you'll always love me
And my mentality
Is a mental breakdown
Of three things
Words, beats and rhymes
Ahead of my time
Thinking of blasting stars
Around your head
Knocked down
Out for the count
Going old school
Wylie getting chased around
On the road running
Laps at the speed of sound
Dropping TNT
Boom
Anvils like beats
Flattening you out
Gettin dizzy quickly
Spinnin and spinnin
Thinking freely
It's my territory
Down a black hole
Following the white
Rabid junk dealing
Cat selling smiles
Getting mad feeling
The wheels are turnin
Inside out
A needle sewn
Through the vane
Injection infection
Man in the mirror
It's a sight to see
Through the glass
Pictures like a memory
Before my rhymes crash
And you see the other side of me
Revealing my destiny
Going insane
I'm the only one to blame
The ink stains
They're smothering me
Slithering inside me
Covering my body
The only thing to see
Is my heart exposed
But you all love me
With these rhymes
And flows
A new era
Another time
A blast from the past
But I'm heading to the future
89 miles an hour
And I'll return
Brake checkin
With tire tracks that burn
With doc in an urn
To lure you in
Back to where it all begins
Tattoos of a heart
Deep within my skin
To replace the oxygen
Breathing nitrogen
Ink stained again
Graffiti trigger
Spraying art
Deadly sins
Bullets tearin you apart
But these are my words
And they come from the heart

To which is so intricate
How can one comply
Tis as if our knowledge
Could purely scrape the sky

With wonders to challenge
And ideas to chase
A marvelous system
Hides behind one's face

What structure so pristine
What components so small
It would take eternities
To simply name them all

And the outcome of this
The results of our doing
A full on takeover
Will surely be brewing

You can only hope...
You're shrinking.
It's your only thought.
He moves the world.
Like an Earthquake.

Then he comes on a *****
When you're not thinking
When you've forgot
Then he makes your world.
Shake.

I thought poetry was a series of
notes and rhythms;
had to sing myself to sleep
with a voice too raspy from the tears.

I didn't know poetry was the coma
you wake up from
when you find the right words
to express your thoughts.

I didn't know it was
the lonely you feel
on the nights surrounded by humans
but no people.

So I waited and prayed for the words,
didn't let poetry bring me to my knees.
Praise God,
praise God we can express ourselves.

And I would've never believed
that poetry would make you
feel alive in the pain,
proud in the shame,
forever changed.

Back when I thought poetry rhymed.

Finding pain deap in the sea
Deep in the heart
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Becoming the one, erasing my dumb, feeling what was numb
The green make her come but don't make her ***
Junk days are done
She made me feel good until I found out she was drunk
What a deception I knew I was done
These new girls are trash and nothing but stunts
Why are your sheets so wet? I just wanted some fun
I was destined to pull the trig when I was aiming my gun
My rights could be a lie but I'm still certain
Could be derogatory to the way you're living

I think

My Love
My Muse
I'm afraid I use you
You fill my mind with creative rhymes
But what do I give back to you other than my love and time?

I take the energy you fill me with
Write what's on my mind
You say I could be your muse too
If you were as creative as I

But my dear
Creativity is in us all
It's only a matter of finding it

We all have different gifts
And just because yours isn't words like mine
Doesn't mean you can't be creative too

Find what you like to do
What calls to your heart?
Take it
Make it yours

Don't be uptight
Let the energy flow
And love
You can be creative too

You see in my mind all the time
The work you unknowingly create with me
You see the products that you, my muse, induce

And you know what my love?
I'd love to see what you could do
Using me as your muse