Such a return to form I feel fluidity fastening freedom faster fore I fully fasten my seat belt, flat compositions fattened the first though last effort filtered for finishing my fabulous flamboyant firework. Fanboys filling fanmail with fatuous filler, factually it's fractious, firmly, I will return the favor feeling legendary, abanoning facetious features, feasting on the fever to bring back balance, all that's factitious will fantastically flee, fishing for fiction can't fit with the flow, it's empty calories like fishy feces used as fertilizer; I can't fathom to fixate on a flower that can't grow to fulfill the fantasy into a factual reality, which it now is just a futile factor of a false hope ******* up the future to be fatally flawed & fake.

To account for this meaningless daytime stroll, I'm taking footsteps in the dark to save my fuel for something meaningful and bright enough to outshine the ghosts I tend to see around this time. No need for gas, get off my *** and show the moonlight some respect, keeping me comfortable enough to sip on wine in this starry night, make a wish to see another day, in the words of Pac, "through every dark night there's a brighter day" to accompany a new born mindset I promise to keep as sunny as can be, no need for the kiddy beverage of Sunny D, this is practice to be a changed man and practice what I preach in the heat of the night, and to all that took the time to listen, sleep tight, I keep you in my prayers to see another day as well, let's make it last forever as is heaven and hell.

When you came full circle and showed yourself all the way around, I knew you was a square, trapped in a corner, no boundaries, not even rough around the edges. You're formless, quite predictable, you shaped an image I wish to waste no time defining, struck my curiosity to get you off this block cause you block the pyramid I know constructs this emotionally flat community. A flat-earther?, no, although you make your daily round trying to make a point of uncertainty in this type of atmosphere where we're certain that there's symmetry in this sphere of influence, so you have the freedom to spew all of this obtuse unrest but now I'm filled with this acute asymmetrical unease; might be, chemically imbalanced though you say you, advocate for balance, my realm of understanding is now the base of feeling misunderstood by somebody that feels they're on the cutting edge of things, and I can't shape it!

A vocal participant in this so-called slam poetry, my vocal range is flexible enough to push or pull the audience into my little world. My status has considerably grown, a lot of heads turning ever since they unconsciously proved the rule that the "eyes don't lie" to be the truth. Don't falsely accuse me of bringing this to light, though there's still secrets in the dark I wish to expose. Once I bring life to those skeletons in the closet you keep, they'll be able to flesh out your fear of death or maybe the paper skin and glass bones a lot of these negative energy spirits with fake *** fronts came with in attendance to see the life of the party, which is me having this out of body experience. It's many diseases in which I shall diagnose, enough to have you feel sick to your stomach about them after digesting my food for thought. So tell me, who came for supper this evening? There's plenty to go round. I'd be selfish to keep it all to myself, for I shall remain humble with no gluttony.

Mask my expressions with this ski mask, can't use my poker face cause my smile is big, my smile is pretty, I'd rather you not see me than let me deceive you, I give you minutes to escape. This is why I only strike when the freaks come out, they overshadow my intentions; I'm scared of watching my shadow do wrong and I'm in for a long night. Wish me luck, I might pay you a visit so be prepared. You'll get to know me; I'll say remember me, and be distictive from the others cause I'll give you a chance to take your **** back, and leave the scene on a cliffhanger, can you hang?

Feeling buzzed, nothing kills the rhythm except an abnormal heart rythym. The sound of a heart that's lost its confidence. It's bad blood. As I free write, I look for closure through the rythym of rhymes before I realize I don't have to suffer from the stress of blowing a gasket, it's now just my truth which means it's just me, in eternal rythym of stortelling, which means it never goes wrong. My blood thins out, this serves as my aspirin, my medication of release therapy that freed my flow. I'm fluid now, I know you missed this side of me baby, wherever you wish to go tonight, I'm capable of taking you tonight. I'm medically cleared, there's no anxiety when I find myself here, it's just the rythym of life, which is clarity that makes the birds sing, I have a song now just for us, and nothing could take it away cause with that clarity I'm certain I wish to be with you for the rest of my life. I'm fortunate I finally let it out. We jump the broom as a jump into our generation, continuing the tradition but giving us new direction into our path, I thought I'd never cross the line in a good way, my past all behind me. So insecurities are checked at the door and that's the end of the line. Cause this is our song, and I have no doubts about it. Awaken my love!

A beautiful sunset over a clouded ocean, my ocean of thoughts maybe cloudy, but nothing ***** up my day. A lover of tropical weather but occasional cold shoulders shoves these beachgoers on the beachfront where I normally just live and let live. I just ain't have no sunscreen but everything's gon be alright, kudos to those kids that share my swag, avoiding their cell phones to learn how to surf the earth rather than the internet. Don't believe everything you read, but keep aware. Don't allow the mist to haze the sunkissed vibes; you never learn to love what's in your blood. It's true your soul screams life; so every little things gon be alright.