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

Lost in the ways of sound waves

Swimming in the tone of the loud bass

Hoping I can make this home

Let my home be a soundscape

Let my thoughts drift off,
my mind is infinite

When I think of this, I think of things

That are intimate, increments, sentences

No I'm not sexually speaking

Art is inside of my soul,

from the outside it is reaching

Off the jump, I'm gonna rip this ****

Spit some **** that's equivalent to earthquakes.

While all wait
I'll take and break every Letter & metaphor

**** all who don't concur, for my words, are of many swords

Criss-crossing, I hit organs I hit optics **** ******* topics

I just let the lames keep talking

Every day I age, I grow a little more heartless

I am at the point where my smiles will soon sharpen
Then cut like bone saws through loose cartilage

It's funny because usually, I'm a nice person,
more like a rarity like a person Who writes cursive

Let this be the last time that my kindness is given purpose
My next words will strike like a stanched serpent

The next time you look for good, it will behind  An iron curtain.
That one soft spot will change into a hard surface.

**** Being Mr. Nice, Mr. Good, Mr. Clean more like a ***** dog or a ***** fiend.

Worthy of a better scene, worthy of a fantasy, worthy of a better dream

This will bring a better me, let these letters be a seed for a plant
That will reach, higher than the average tree, further than everyone's reach

In these words I am vanishing, in these words, I am flourishing

With these words, I am branching out, like a curse on a family tree.

I will show you a poet freak.....

Visualizing the words I leak, will, In turn, return your defeat

What is happening in this moment, is motivation to reap

Read on....read on let your shuttered eyes fiddle...

For this is one peace to my riddle...

Let your thoughts cluster....now feel them all trickle....to the back of your head

This action is direct...a verbal command...not near to a threat...

Let me make a point like a needle to thread.

I just spoke....did you hear what I said?

Of course not...your reading this don't stop...

let me remind you of death...just stare at the clock

Your eyes will roll over....just as those numbers drop...

What once was..is not...**** everything changes...

Colors shift to gray as your room rearranges...

Passed mirrored figures become strangers.

What was a thrill, now is just danger...

I time traveled to the younger me...

I asked myself "kid who do you want to be?"

A power ranger, ninja turtle, monkey or a transforming SUV...

It's funny how what you wanna be, is what you tend to see...

I never wanted to be a wanna-be....I'm glad am not

At least I have this peace...

Of mind, that has always shined with a heart full of honesty...

I just happen to be a poet freak...

I am poet dressed as a sheep

More like a wolf who's covered in sheets

**** with me wrong, and surely I'll eat

I'm here to destroy, I'm here to defeat

Why do you still talk to me, Can you not see I drew this chalk line for a reason. The treason you bring to my life, I can hear Satan sing temptations in my ear, I hear his sweet words but I want to reprimanded. Fear has left its bright red marks on my neck, Reminding me how I am a fleck, As I fell further you and satan just snear, Once I broke my heart and hope hitting rock bottom, It is clear I need to forget you, Never forgive you.

All of the ******* that I've been through, is neatly displayed like a menu.

Here this is for your viewing! at my venue. no this is not a celebration, just a feeling that continues

To break apart our communication, please take tissues and time to fix your issues.

this moment is not of coincidence, but more like a combination of human  failure and ignorance

You incoherently ramble words that are puns, then try to persuade me like the devils tongue.

Out of the shadows, I'm excepting the changes in the sun, I'm hoping my hearts pieces can magically become one.

A lazy brain is a waste of space in a
active mind, if you had a nickel would you try to flip dime, considering work harder, harder means over time.
Like everyone said it is, go to sleep here's a sedative, everything's too repetitive all these ***** and letterman's looking for loose excuses, because they never did, try to achieve a status of excellence, the modern man treats education like primitive, tools...the one who goes to school but never finishes, grows up bitter and is malicious towards their kids...expenses are high..baby bottles and cribs, diapers on top of diapers how long can you handle it? No control of your life because your handles are full of ****. What happened to your burning passion? Guess your candle was never lit. Seriously.....is that it? Are you just going to quit?

All the goals that you talked about are simply walking about...they have no sense of direction, they need you to figure it out. Hoping that you can just commence with, all of the now and just forget **** that haunted you in past.

that's Karma on top of Pressure, like boulders on top of glass.

Just another person on the grid...Where is my place, where do I fit?  What if I don't I rather be known in a place that I have to establish..musician to Artist to maverick...marvels created from magic..I've never cared for the lavish...gold, diamonds  nor fashion...I rather share with the masses...let's form a generation that classes no rules or structure, just life from pure passion...

I think about a flower and learn beauty can devour

take a breather, take a shower to come out in half an hour

feel the steam then feel the power go

I'm feeling mighty powerful

words are like a *** of gold

my mind is thick as ice

whats the price of cold?

I round about in life I'm a bicycle

eyes are wide, nothing is impossible

everything that's here is possible

Honest, though...your mind is closed.

my thoughts are open never gasping for air...the negative haunts so your grasping with fear...ever think what you think isn't there? Blurred focus to the spaces are near..divided by false movements, mass illusions equal rash confusion...letters turn into words are useless...go-ahead take shot with Cupid.

Curved arrows stay sharp like the beak of a sparrow..Soak it in, let it drown in your sorrows..on the decline will I slip tomorrow? negative mind but I'm quick to borrow..the positive side of my novelist mind is equipped to define.

I'm as quick as a kick to the spine..as swift as the flip of a dime..take a peek with the squint of an eye, sit or just stand...by my side and soon you will find..how stories and feelings collide, welcome to my mind.

Clouds...so simple...so complex

different motions in the air...there concave and convex

their motions are unclear...its a constant that's not set

explosions and high riffs disguised in horizons

Clouds are then hijacked, by the cloud pirates

A cloud city undiscovered, while under a riot

Thunderous clouds begin to shockingly shout.

Their rain is soon to demount, Across our region no doubt

this cause can refresh a dry surface while healing a drought...

Various impacts from this winded chain reaction...

A gust of thick air turned thin touches any human that passes.

There's some who don't understand this interaction...

Walking through the wind...seems like any other action.

Raindrops attack the ground with splashes..equivalent to broken glasses

War has waged between weather and man.

Mother nature is a woman with furious fangs

The alert stand, while the curious hang..

To survive, elements must be juggled by hand.

We are pebbles to walking giants

mixtures scissor our climate

Screeching storms of silence

Create a sense of confinement

who would have thought that nature could be so violent.