#stlr
Inspired by my friend's assortment of shapes and colors
Original style & traditional technique
Creates art like nonother
My art brother, taking the colors and shredding the canvas
distorted faces from other planets
From traditional to digital
Those techniques are critical
Sketching, drawing on paper
Emotions turned physical
Contrast with contours of color that’s Subliminal
I can take a brush and ****** a million strokes
only to a evoke that life is a chameleon coat
Plenty colors mix with a heavy dose and an antidote
Spectrums tell the story of pallets scattered across the globe
Intersections of civilian lives create a chain effect like some dominos
Retrospective minds seek ideas that are divine yet quite bountiful
A beast confined in walls is but a human animal
unleash and you will find that everything is tangible
Instinctual being, seeing is the true believing
literal beams shine, to find a truer meaning
unpredictability, dictates our true abilities
I am but an entity
who seeks to be a piece of energy
not blinded by identity
I forge these recipes, so all your eyes can eat
for these words are too delicious
so don't hit backspace our alt delete
Nov 22, 2016
Nov 22, 2016 at 12:19 AM UTC
How many ladders does it take to get to the top of the atmosphere
Where ******** doesn’t matter, and matter doesn’t appear
I broke the physics
my mental is often there
some say I’m too high
But heights are nothing fear
I’ve found a way to escape my current reality
a path that’s unknown and doesn’t reflect my salary, place nor origin my story is far from vanity
To live a life of “routine” is a life full of tragedy, depression, and disparity
Especially if your dream was driven
I’ve excelled in this keen vision
Avoiding obstacles isn’t impossible
If you keep rhyme
No retronym needed
I slide on and off beat
This….next line is an e x a m p l e
My mind is often offset like a distorted sample
Your half way there take a tug of this **** rope, I attract flickers of light equal to that of a candle
A venomous vandal, soon to verbally attack and dismantle
Clear words, let’s separate the pure from the ramble
I am like Rambo with a headband that’s inverted in hue
Since I am blue I will never be evergreen, but that doesn’t mean that I’m not attracted to the words of that being
I'm more than fascinated, I’m reaching heights only illustrated in my imaginations
I'm seeking collaborations, creators of a different mind to calibrate with
No calculations could change my current status
No aggravation could shake
my
Inner patience
Blasting straight from the basement
Scaling to higher places
Ladders on top of ladders
How many ladders will it take to make it?
Nov 21, 2016
Nov 21, 2016 at 11:53 PM UTC
I'm a linear surface with no reflection
The bumps on my face are of paint splatters in sections
You can look at me
you can scream at me
You can punch me
You think I don't have feelings?
You think I don't care?
You think you're better than me because I can't move
but I can stare
my friends and I stick together
we're always here
we're always waiting for you to run
through that door
I watch you throw your shoes at my cousin, the floor
And if you hit one of my friends again I will protect you no more.
But no worries because one day I will crumble, I won't be here anymore
I'll take all of us with me!
my friends, my father, my mother, my cousins even my uncle.
You'll be stuck with the family outcast
His name is Rubble.
He doesn't play nice,
like bed in the late night
No shade no shield
No ceiling no lamp light
No wood no steel
Only feelings of cold nights
Nov 21, 2016
Nov 21, 2016 at 11:34 PM UTC
Fight and struggle, thoughts of milling.
What kind of points will you be killing?
The points that are the sharpest
I will not let you transform this mind into something that is softer!
There's no end game, you lack in confidence, just make another offer
Offers, games, how plastic and lavish?
Your thoughts are simple, hopeful, and savage.
Leave me with my madness
I rather be this, instead of average
Your just mad because I'm a maverick
A stand alone rock
Your side of the brain will never handle my thoughts
Ok Garfunkel, you island
How brave a stone is on your beach,
but my words don't need to be a preach I strangle your mind with time, sand An hourglass will show your faults
Think about what you say before you begin to talk
Strangling me will only put this place at a halt!
You and I coexist, let's unify in this struggle
We can continue fighting, but it will all end in rubble,destruction & burning debris
Can we agree to disagree in these words that we speak
Can we foresee a brighter future
That is within reach
If not our habitat will forever be meek
Silence in violence, a place where two have suffered defeat
Two have defeat?
Can't you see, you are the one to change
Long term thought, intelligent meet
Can't you see, you have become strange
It is proof that I am victorious, your ignorance
It's crazy how you have shown my brilliance
Nov 21, 2016
Nov 21, 2016 at 11:19 PM UTC
I've been coming home,
feeling kinda lazy
Just art, just music
nothing really amazing
What I think is average
others think is blazing
I don't want to be stuck
in a fuse about what was written
I don't want to be stuck
making ******** discussion
I don't want to be the one to judge what is or what isn't
Stuck in this fiction
of making a living
Ethan hunt on the hunt
This passion is my mission
I'm so passive aggressive
I say **** my contestants
All the hate, I digest it
Check my inner intestines
They are coated with steel
What is the pursuit of happiness?
Is happiness even real?
False media & markets
items bought for apartments
***** clothes on my carpet
feeling down an exhausted
Emotions are quite toxic
All is a thought process
Rolling over in bed
I feel the dark on my eyes
Then feel the light on my head
Get up and do it again
This cycle just never ends
Penny pinching, and quarter quivering, dollar dribbling....
this Average life is for a simpleton
Oct 19, 2016
Oct 19, 2016 at 1:53 PM UTC
Mr. Media what do you see in use?
Stupidity in a chair, idiocracy in the air
Education is just a blur, a vision that has been lost
Crippled by news crews that cast platooned views then show you what's not true.
Picture your life in a frame of comparison then digest their daily distorted narratives.
That's a daily dose for the average men. Lies captured in vivid images, Titles Capitalized, idols dress in disguise
take out your knife and cut the veil from your eyes for their message is too addictive, don't let repetition A rise.
Depressions a state of mind, medication is what follows, but what would happen to the industry's if their pills were never swallowed.
a family's all you need to fill the gaps & the hollows, don't choose your friends for today instead keep them close for tomorrow.
You'll never know what could happen, you'll always fear in the night...tragedy and calamity always just sound alike.
But if you take a moment to breathe you'll realize that you will be all right, medias all left...us with faulty fears of fiction and pure threat...depictions of falseness, fueling the mindless, yes those who don't feel, will soon witness a riot, a riot of self-destruction
Everyone has a function, soon you will find yours, with this property comes decisions, decisions at all doors
Oct 19, 2016
Oct 19, 2016 at 1:45 PM UTC
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
Oct 19, 2016
Oct 19, 2016 at 1:41 PM UTC
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.
Oct 19, 2016
Oct 19, 2016 at 1:20 PM UTC
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.
Oct 19, 2016
Oct 19, 2016 at 1:11 PM UTC
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
Oct 19, 2016
Oct 19, 2016 at 1:07 PM UTC
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
Oct 19, 2016
Oct 19, 2016 at 1:02 PM UTC
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
Oct 19, 2016
Oct 19, 2016 at 12:59 PM UTC
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.
Oct 19, 2016
Oct 19, 2016 at 12:54 PM UTC
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...shit 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...
Oct 19, 2016
Oct 19, 2016 at 12:50 PM UTC
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
Oct 19, 2016
Oct 19, 2016 at 12:48 PM UTC
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.
Oct 19, 2016
Oct 19, 2016 at 12:46 PM UTC
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...
Oct 19, 2016
Oct 19, 2016 at 12:39 PM UTC
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.
Oct 19, 2016
Oct 19, 2016 at 12:17 PM UTC
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.
Oct 19, 2016
Oct 19, 2016 at 12:12 PM UTC
Analytical beast I have a knowledge in my locker
The swarm screams for the author
The red then spills from the blood oath offer
Higher than extraterrestrials and their flying saucers
Universal football we kick meteors like soccer
We battle in coliseums, mediators are awkward
They fear the slanted enemies eyes and their lean postures
They find it so astounding, there movement in green pastures
Hunters become hunted, prey becomes stalkers
They seem to breathe steam and move faster
Engaging renegades will never make it easy for these ********
Thunderous parades of pain reported from the mental telecasters
Wizards from faraway lands land by spell casting
Time is forever lost but what they found is still lasting
And what Is bound is surpassing, it's an avalanche...earth smashing
The lands crashing, the world will regenerate but the swords will keep clashing.
Oct 19, 2016
Oct 19, 2016 at 12:06 PM UTC
One looks up and says life is a ladder
Black sky's illuminated with stars scattered
Adventure thrown in the air in the shape of matter
We take and embrace what we can't see instead what we can feel.
It all feels so unreal..emotions and ordeals
Now watch as our minds peel then sit in a cornfield
Only to be found by space and particles
They read while we speak of thee impossible
Big humps to people seem like obstacles.
We just jump above and learn that anything is possible.
Never walk in shame within the halls of the honourable.
Oct 19, 2016
Oct 19, 2016 at 12:03 PM UTC
Look...look-e here pause for a second before the seconds get near
the clock is dishonest and it cuts like shears.
I stare into the sky yet I do not fear
even if the end was near, I would be in the clear
Like visions that are translucent, let's mix it up like blood transfusions
don't think too hard just say you can do it!
what are drugs to a man using?
I call it addicted, my logic is gifted I'm on it, you're just with it
let me call a witness...to this lyrical massacre
my letters strangle the pilot, co-pilot, and passengers.
There belittled by small riddles am the verbal ambassador
My minds pickled so sick hospice...not hospital
my rhymes ripple as I watch the clock trickle.
Time is the enemy never stare at it...and if you look for too long...you will become an addict.
An addiction to numbers...one two three...along with others
Countless counts of time equal a waste of time so pause it, take your time.
A debate will rise ...to take equates to loss..we run,drive, and fly at any cost.
But there is only one currency...time is the coin of all eternity.
When the hands turn they move clockwise with certainty.
the counter clock is unwise certainly.
because it moves in contrast with urgency...
Father Time what is thee emergency? Mother Nature's calling she waiting for the earth to speak.
Oct 19, 2016
Oct 19, 2016 at 12:00 PM UTC
I ***** that cold spit on this hot terrain...
My subzero degree waves smash like glaciers and make ice parades
I'm hype like I smoked that right and when left instead
I will **** you and myself I simply knife gernades
My flows bomb-tastic
When I spit, your temple sizzles from my splashed acid.
I periodically pummel phonies in masses
Reverberations reveal Reactions.
My devilish grin shows satisfaction
Am lyrically chemically unbalanced
My lyrics ripple wild with drizzles of stylish accent.
I double dribble with the sound of pistols and stick back flips..
You fiddle skittles, blow like tea kettles an kiss assess
My classic rip will make your brain flip like gymnastic tricks
I'm gone like acid trips
This is levitation no magic trick
Verbal constipation my massive ****
My words are pinpointed so accurate
I'm there and gone I'm oxygen.
Oct 19, 2016
Oct 19, 2016 at 11:49 AM UTC
Darkness feels great...grunge is the Feeling of teeth grinding on a steel plate
it still hates and seems to thrive under...like a mean bear in its cold slumber
they ask how high are you? I say real low...self-esteem is negative zero
steam blows through the nose of the enemy of the hero...which is stellar
enemies pretend to be civilians in red sweaters..killers of all colors
no surprise for the eyes of the blind..for they think deep thoughts and feel deep vibes.
in these's times there is no true winner the good guy is blurred out by the bad guys glimmer...well aren't you chipper? No, I'm bitter
"I'm as salty as a beach in my presidential suite" really? Well I **** it all like bleach
so please get your stain on...and if you take it away I will get my gain on
green light seems right...I call it game on
your all like crooked pictures with their frames off.
One pop to your face will knock your frame off...I will **** everybody..call me Adolf...The stickler...?
What is a joker to a riddler?
the past peel's like old paint stickers
Shadows become thicker...
Water becomes liquor
Girlfriends become strippers.
Darkness engulfs all including the small glimmers
Oct 19, 2016
Oct 19, 2016 at 11:46 AM UTC
What's up brother, how have you been feeling?
I know it's been a while since we shared our true feelings.
I know that problems can stack and smash into a glass ceiling
And when glass breaks it's never too appealing.
we have to pick up the pieces
**** feels like a fishing pole that keeps reeling
But on the real, if the damage was in a deck of cards would you keep dealing?
This is coming from a kid who barely speaks but keeps listening
******** doesn't shine when it walks it glistens
Then attracts people by the pieces it has missing
We fill in the gaps, by doing some of this, some of that.
Not because we want to, but because we want to adapt From the feelings that lack and haunt us from the past.
I'm truly sorry that your dad passed away, I'm sure things get harder every single day. But there's just one thing that I want to say, I know he wants to see you with a smile on your face, I know he loved you in every single way, I know this because people who love each other think the same.
And as long as you're here I will never stay away, always stay awake, our past will never fade away.
I remember when we use to play, games on the Nintendo, that controller was made of glue because we never let go. Bomber man, Mortal Kombat, Duck Hunter & all that! Always causing a commotion on the games we would focus...little kids watching toons watching moving a like hocus pocus.
Animorphs was the **** so was tales of the crypt, I remember you did that move on my neck like the Xena chick. In 10 seconds I would be dead, then you turned It off like a switch.
Every move I would twitch, you were just well equipped with punches and super kicks, all your moves were simply **** bomb-diggity-bomb I mean lethal. You were a ninja mastermind Who had killed million people.
Then you would sit back and act like you didn't do ****
But when mom and ***** came around that was it.
Super belts for the whoopin, rice & beans they were cookin, rice & beans in a napkin then pocket, when they weren't looking.
Not saying there cooking was bad.
That's all we every had.
And **** I'm really glad that's not all they every gave use
Good lessons were taught, we learned them a little later. And If I could go back in time, I wouldn't change our behavior, past moments or memories, because then we would never see that I'm a part of you and are a part me.
Not necessarily a picture perfect family but **** the picture if all it speaks vanity.
Where both in a family tree but your branch to me is important.
You have been an inspiration for me to go forth with.
All this technology, honestly when I saw you working with computers I wanted to be. Apart from what you where doing even when we where doing different things and just moving.
Trying to find our identities, reckless teen, I can see that what you where doing was never seen. In trouble by seventeen. I thank you for keeping me away from the streets.
Always living inside a lesson learning from your mistakes will soon bring progression. I know I haven't been that expressive, but please take this a compliment not an insult to contend with. Even if we head off into our own directions I know that we will always be connected.
Oct 19, 2016
Oct 19, 2016 at 11:36 AM UTC