flip the world on its head now

what do you get?

Some say more chaos most say violence

I say plucks of pleasure played by

violins..silent bliss like the waves

touching the sand's on an island.

I'm smiling melodies are rising

Our thoughts pass the sublime horizon

Into a space that's infinite...

Can you think of it? Think of it.

Digital instruments become intimate

Pleasure delivered by sound increments...

Aromas create words...then create sentences

No more crime, corruption or life sentences.

Souls are divine then divided into life elements.

Intelligence equals elegance We are above glimmer

Ignorance causes death, it makes the blood thinner

Humans talk with tongue twisters

Money is no longer, for long lives are much richer

Now watch as the short minded vanished

Then flip this world up and create a new planet.

Anonymously attacking ..with verbal illustrations...

Just for the demonstration...telecasting to different nations

A smudge of this...you could never taste nor even a finger lick

Devouring every word...empowering ever verb...my letters do flips.

For every action is to superb

the satisfaction of using words...is magic within an urn..They say that this art is dead...I am one to not concur...

For everything has a purpose...am bound from another place...now am place on this earth surface

Should I join in the deconstruction? Or arm in the reconstruction...

I think everyone serves a function, duty, or calling...

It feels like I'm yawning...I guess I'm falling asleep to my withering dreams...that's appalling...

Blurred by the duties of work...it's causing diminishing scenes...of smooth winds, salty sands and water as clear as can been...

I am a fuse from elite...I simply refuse to repeat

I will not abuse then reuse, I will simply choose to be me...

I was asked....left or right? I replied Left-Right..do you want to know the reason why?

Because whenever I aim for a goal I reach for the sky....

that's every direction...am past the sky's limits or any stereotypical border of complication...I won't repeat but will commence with...what's around and what is destined.

Blank...a blank world a blank canvas...its

Time to fill it up and paint a new planet

Blank words called spaces I write them

Down, now I’m space traveling

Illustrations are still scribbled...and

Sketches are still massive.... nothing is

Learned in a frozen room

I call it stilled classes

I'm diving in a dreams slip stream with my slick glasses

Visions of intermissions after the actor perform actions,

Insights and intuitions are known...from the crying actress

Results are all scripted...we attack with flying backflips

Its...like a car in reverse so I hit that backshift quick

Stay away from the snake never kiss those acid lips.

Suddenly I become a target on that hit list

what is he talking about? Why is he such a misfit?

So it continues down the field like I kicked it

I think it's time to make a deal in 5 minutes

And what I say makes no cents like poor pigeons

But I do have a big sense of smell like am Nixon

My minds a broken table it needs fixing

Finger strokes attacking the keyboard…

Nothing to do, so he typed a few…he must be bored

Mind state blank Equivalent to a chalkboard…

He stares into empty space…and finds it a little bit awk-word

That someone was sitting in the same spot, with a different posture…

Opportunity cries indubitably, to write what the mind ponders

To think vast is the life of wonder…thoughts spark ideas…what is swelling down yonder?

Looks like a field of opportunities...arm stretched wide..close to reach, goals aren't necessarily gold 

But they are soon to be...this is the land of outlandish style and unity...primitive tech collides via space and speech

Calamity is a fade...to serenity we retreat...outer extremities absorb energy then repeat..

It's exciting to be alive today & the following week

What does the future bring....who do we seek?

Embrace what you see in good company

For life doesn't revolve around a money tree

Enjoy the fruit when it falls for it is a Taste of luxury

Money hungry & ambitious

I plan to do it all , no more dreaming or dam wishing

I swear..to stay keen to my intuition

I feel artistry is my mission, if it wasn't, a part of me would be missing

failure is a place where goals have no existence

Instead I travel to victory in the distance

I was lacking in motivation

luckily I had the patience to gather determination

then lather this urge to make it

In a place where all can embrace it

I'm abstract in a way...I use math in this case 

to subtract and decay the negative vibes away

to positively portray my energy within waves
 
I've simplified this array, I guess I strive every day...

Its back to the basics....lyrically I was locked in a basement

I pulled out with patience..to only figure out what the combination of the safe is

Opponents shouldn't feel the safest
now that I am out, I will attack with the heat of Satan

sticky situations, suddenly slither beneath your face lite

fire burning turning applying pressure like a bracelet

smoke floods the room, then consumes with a source of hatred

the equation is suffocation...adding insult to injury, iron hands for the strangulation

a mist of the darkest entity is heavily filled with aggravation

a colored room dims dull, the result is desaturation

a tear to a basic word, is a rip to communication

an assault of the human basics
is taunt for the scared to play with
I summer salt..

only to land in a land with others who sculpt, there words out of pure passion
I ignite like a lighter to many matches..letters light, when the minds active
highlighted by spilled acid..my literature is but an integer, in a world that's radioactive

mutations form by the masses...