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Cyclone Dec 2019
Remains feeding flames, that's the name for it, BANG, BANG, BANG, ***** slang of a gang that can never hang, of course I sang when it rang, what's it taunting to be, broken glass soaked my past, nothing haunting to see, hear the beat and repeat, notes close to most, desire highers singing choirs, post close to toast, live limousines clear the scenes, signs we've been a team, now dream leaving clean, never mean to what it seems, the fiend in my spleen now is steamed, with cream left, rest as we nest on king and queen sets, spiritual, we pray to lay way to keen breath, though we never know, rather go in CLEAN DEATH.
Cyclone Dec 2019
If clever wordplay deserves pay, what will this Earth say, asking mother nature later caters in her way, the third day, still ******, urgent to earn it, calm down with your palms round town to serve it behind the curtain, with the strive, was you alive, or too amused by the motion, never noticing how to drive until deprived, five facts enacts bad news, uncircumcised, human eyes replies used, with you accused, excuse me, I'm thinking ooh-wee!, you and me?, you me, and I'm your groupie, smoothly, do me, until dawn, never tired till I stop moaning, groaning with yawns, was turned on, a con's only pro is ***, getting high from the low then around we go, but never know, yo, have you heard getting better pay, with that ***** **** that is wetter from your spurred play, NOW THERE'S NOTHING LEFT TO SAY, NO WORDPLAY.
Cyclone Dec 2019
If one cannot adapt to what has happened with gaps depleting, it's just to call it even, you got reason committing treason, my naked eye determines seeing serpents interprets learning, of individuals that are despicable, giggle burning, if you had shown your presence as impression to test the furious, in the ones who serious with getting delirious, to your curiosity of an atrocity walking, and the actions from your talking, prophet's prophecy stalking.
Cyclone Dec 2019
What did you say? A collapse is coming? Try to tell me something else new, I knew this was true, so tear your *** shoo, I got no time for feeling blue, cause what they done to me, I'm used to, same will be done to you, they didn't listen when I spit out facts, they shut me up cause I'm black, so **** them *******, I ain't going back, so when they get hacked, act like it was not a surprise, them cowards die, see the ******* ***** in they eyes, while in disguise, play it off like it was just a relapse, I warned them sorry suckas, **** em!, now watch em collapse.
Cyclone Jan 2020
My friends keep coming and going, I take it regular, solitary sadness and madness won't heat my temperature, one's who next to you, hold interest in different things so don't you chase em, befriend the crowd of believers and then replace em, we all don't know our own fate so don't you race em, keep it mandatory, that you will always be explanatory, your amongst the wise that opened eyes and ran to glory in the deep, so you got protection when you go to sleep, them demons screaming you don't hear a peep, no toss and turning, you learning while earning peace all up in your sheets, the gift of life is the greatest feat, so when they come and go, just turn your cheek on them just like before, the life of struggles what they settled for, so while you getting more, they'll know that faith was the way to soar.
Cyclone Dec 2019
Respected, elected with ***** eclectic pieces, I form my thesis to seek this repeated beat of my weakness, deleted peeps means my deepness is somewhat steep, but to preach it unleashes breaching my creeping, for peaking the inner weakling, now breathing I take my life back, you say I'm not right, incite that, why must you bite, tightening lightning onto a man that is fighting, if you were frightening, enlightening would not be one of my options, I'd die shame, thinking stopping would drop and flop all the cautions.
Cyclone Dec 2019
Take advantage when their management ****** from the scam to bandage, resume my plans for slamming these famines, these grams examined, expand commanding mansions, freelancing enhancing all, descendants with independence extending the free for all, appalled?, you're just contending, I'll be defending my case, know when you attempt reshaping, you just embracing my place, now face your empty space, a case is something that drags, but judging off how you lagged off rags, well, you flagged.
Cyclone Dec 2019
I despise my "sorry", violence at all my parties, I've come to witness my "sorry" scars me and made me tardy, remaining thick and hardy, tough skin is thin from within, and all the rules that I bend- can't hide the ink from the pen, foretelling all of this sin, it's kin to being shoddy, and so I reap what I sow, and though revising copies, can mean a different plotting, It still can never stop me, be better off getting bodied by those who wish they shot me, and so the rules it's taught me, is that this life is blotchy, dotted with spots of false knowledge, that closets me as parted, just wish I never started, what I can never finish, watching my words diminish, while disses get replenished.
Cyclone Dec 2019
Confrontational conversations, most rooted from observations, despite of the consolation, consolidation, for the route of my household, without it, the mouse scolds, now watch how my mouth folds, about those, goals I mold to see me bloom any sooner, the song I sung as a crooner brought doom resuming the rumours, boomers, bass this case, now lacing this pace that's placing escaping from our true making, now naming this as a nation, frustration, I had patience, but now I can't wait no longer, I'm somber just by that **** that I did, but do you ponder, wonder, how we rate hate by the circular cycle of fools, what rules did you choose, these clues told me you'd lose, abused, so blow your fuse, I'd like to hyphen this day cause my soul is writing the sight how we're fighting for rights we take, you wait, but there's no plate to serve, without supply, demanding for one to hand it to you, we're just a CRY-SHY.
Cyclone Dec 2019
Congratulations!, I was, patiently waiting for the moment I could say it, I just did and it makes sense, the hardest thing for me to do was simply do what we could do, rescue our mind and this all could be true, a *****'s footprints, would cause these men to make a blueprint to discover where their time went, cause they ain't bout ****, and yes vice-versa cause curses occured, that was the word, didn't get it from me, so what you heard warrants research, we're searching for a resolution, and now we meant it, instead of seeing where it could go, we pick up where we left it, I never will accept the superficial kisses, it's super annoying.. super deeply scarring.. you won't be Mrs. until you admit you missed this reality check, so on your wish list, the faith that you have is a hex, that crazy fantasy that you and me have and want, a little bit of magic and havoc could add to it, after this, it's calculus but I was prepared to ace it, the risk is difficult, so to me, Congratulations!
Cyclone Jan 2020
Maybe I conjunct to stunt, bunch functions, wide assumptions, never set aside something, we ate at luncheons, interruptions junction my sentence of style, my apprentice soon defiles, browse, to arouse then you douse all the sounds oblique, parallel excels to complete physique, asymmetrical failed and withheld my reach, how's my build when crippled and I shriveled my cheeks?, sustain your thrill to fill what was killed in junctions, dump the punch of eruptions corrupting stunts of functions.
Cyclone Dec 2019
I'm a beast, in this release, I got peace, bringing new beats to the streets.. so when the people peep the pieces, peep the pieces people!, a piece of me gives you peace of mind, never going hungry, keep me on repeat, piecing me together, just complete the puzzle, people will compete, will you keep your hussle?, cause the struggle will continue when the people lose their mind being selfish, people prove they're helpless to each other, I keep it color concious cause these color commentators keep the commentary colorful and graphic.. but our people keep it black and white, why we need it grey?, guess they're tired of the truth, so the lies kept us straight on tract for contact through combat, comrades turning through the crack contact..and my contacts never believe, so I keep em out of contact, put it in the context, keep it as a contract- cause we never will contract if we counteract, can I get a hand-clap please?!!, wonder why those high-fives brought me to my knees, now I hit em with a two-piece, just to keep it g- but they keep a tab on me- tell my fans piece.. got love past streets to the og's, and the homies seeking release- in this release, I got peace.
Cyclone Jan 2020
The contagious song of the holy spirit blocks demons cause they fear near it, I hear it so I cry tears it is- beautiful I just cheer it- is vague how they just do it but listen then come run to it, it's clear how it just proves it you got it!, now come on, move it!, let's groove, there is no limit, some duck down cause they stay timid, I'm grinning as I still finish, the spirit rings the bell winning.
Cyclone Dec 2019
The little story with the case of many cartwheels, at the end of this, you will just know how my heart feels, clever I could call your steps but better if I told you hurtle, never took a while to introduce you to my social circle, I spoke to Urkel, with visions of The Color Purple, supervision of your own revisions can be hurtful, like I'm in the desert crying bout a raging waterfall, see my protocols stalled within the essence of my calls, so will y'all play ball when the goal falls, you can be short with your game tall, the fame falls when you take a look at the same closer, day by day you feel that way, changing your composure, with closures, you would think it's over, claiming that you're sober, a proven tactic, graphic, causing havoc, so I take it from exposure, but I highlight it, caring bout the need of being careful, staring at the rarest sense of fairness with despair full, the pull I've annulled turns to push down the stairwell, hi to the basement barrel, bye from the farewell, swears I beared embarrassed me, ask me if I fared well, the contradictions viciousness is one that only pairs hell, never with the heavens but these seven days I conflicted, talented at heart, torn apart, I was CRYPTIC GIFTED, proving why I shifted, but had lifted, you could call it mystic, scripted, though its unpredicted, this is how I lived it, with MY GIVINGS CONTRADICTED, pick it but would kick it, a ticket to be soon evicted.
Cyclone Dec 2019
Help me count it up while counting down, I'm just the one that says it counts, not guessing the amounts, racking up these tall pretty digits, I stall in a minute, I'm finished, without a doubt, and me within this instance can't even these odds, believing the reason deceives us and teaches to preach when we're off, the wisest if I coin the term, "making money is priceless, I see me rich within the drop of a dime and save my two cents of excuses, no longer a penny pincher, my words are worth them bands", causing some to flinch cause the money bought power, and managed it by working my hours, now top me!, but copy my face- and leave it in your minds, your blind but find you chase me, replacing it maybe and then have your babies off my strength that strengthens the height of my dominance, I'm in this child, let purpose be worthless unless in this game, the value increases if some aren't the same.
Cyclone Dec 2019
Help me count it up while counting down, I'm just the one that says it counts, not guessing the amounts, racking up these tall pretty digits, I stall in a minute, I'm finished, without a doubt, and me within this instance can't even these odds, believing the reason deceives us and teaches to preach when we're off, the wisest if I coin the term, "making money is priceless, I see me rich within the drop of a dime and save my two cents of excuses, no longer a penny pincher, my words are worth them bands", causing some to flinch cause the money bought power, and managed it by working my hours, now top me!, but copy my face- and leave it in your minds, your blind but find you chase me, replacing it maybe and then have your babies off my strength that strengthens the height of my dominance, I'm in this child, let purpose be worthless unless in this game, the value increases if some aren't the same.
Cyclone Dec 2019
I keep a wallet sized picture of the big picture. It keeps me focused on my goals, when my photographic memory is weak. I exorcise demons and I never forget to exercise daily, keep the mind flexible so I can be prepared for the **** you try to pull. A big city heart so my attitude is cold sometimes, forgive my posture cause I miss being a country boy. Ride with me and I'll show you around, all the hot spots, places that would bring me the simple joys in life. It doesn't take a lot to impress me, remember how I said I exorcise my demons? I gotta stop trying to impress all these girls, some are dimes, some are average. I settle for less most often, so put in your two cents and tell me that I'm better than that, where I ****** up at, cause it's a new day, and time waits for no man.
Cyclone Sep 2020
I love creativity cause it creates my world.
If I couldn't create, maybe me and you couldn't relate; cause don't I have the ability
to create your situation for my shoes in my world?!

It'll still fit me and it'll look fly to you
cause it touches your spirit
and keeps you motivated to seek your own.

Then you can create that reality,
and in that reality me and you will surely coexist cause couldn't I relate?!
This was our fate.

If it wasn't for me, I couldn't create
your reality for me or the story.
Without you, we wouldn't have your reality
or our life changing experience
I credit for my success as you credit for yours;
yes, it's reverse!

For better or worst,
we created this for ourselves and each other.
This is something the FATHER
of creation knows all too well.
Wouldn't you agree?
Cyclone Dec 2019
Poetry is life, life as a poet, the experience of living out the body, illustrating insights from your hindsight, seeing new light, new feel, NEW LIFE.................The creativity that just takes hold, losing control, you fall into its soul, as visual arts would bear its visible start from my invisible vision within, the complex context that can differ from the 3D world, but soon living its dream, it proves all that is seen just seems it can transcend man-made limits, therefore man made Guinness, with records that transition traditions in each edition all additions are provisional, admitting though, cause initially I didn't know, then again, some agree and some don't, rather recently a piece of me was shattered, scattered cause for peace of mind it really didn't matter, so the shot to the head really didn't hurt, certain how it tranquilized a smart-***, that didn't work, the clutter made him suffer and buffer his brightness, stuttering to butter to others his likeness, with lightning, funny how reality hits, sparking up a feeling he will never forget, his *** turned shellshocked, at the height of the storm when the bells rock.
Cyclone Jan 2020
Unique how it's loaded and coded, poses of a poet, Imagery was one of his victories how he showed it, but how he sold the bleak with tenderness is ironic, light went with the pain, but timidness darkened sonnets, I ponder how this poet's one wonder had heightened thunder, claps of his aggressiveness stressing the risk of blunder, though no other sketches his place of distinct taste, and if they did they face a trace of missed mistakes.
Cyclone Dec 2019
In this coincidence, we inhibited vividness, close fires desires liars that give in this, tried conducting but something uttered "corruption", cigars scars my stars that's never far from touching them, such a gem forbidden but never hidden, it's only fitting me spitting so now I'm ******* collisions free, this wasn't me, successful is looking stressful, what only is looking helpful is ripping my spine and vessels, no more nutrients ******* the rules with foolishness, you may see me today, looking down the way, no more juiciness, in ingredients fit for feeding believing this, what's your reason for bleeding, you must be reading this???...
Cyclone Dec 2019
Say, if I could look into the past and pick days in which to pick fights with, I'd feel my life was on the line in every one and come out a champion, be an expert with survival, only losing less than half those days and later have a rematch, eventually being feared by those days by which they never will return, and ones that try to will hesitate to test their odds shall they ever second guess my future days.
Cyclone Nov 2020
World War Z..
no better time than to make generation Z bear witness..
with an X amount of contributing factors that makes the X factor 2nd to none..

this is survival,
and the war going on outside will make you run but fail to hide
the hidden truth ain't scared to reveal itself and prevail in the wake of its second coming..

first comes opening your eyes slowly- the rude awakening-
what goes up must come down..
things fall apart..

a part of me is part of the slaughter,
parting ways with my partner that would ride or die with me but whom I left for dead,
dying inside not knowing which way to go..
my way was the highway that couldn't get with the program..

as a result- predictive programming
done made a savage that's another statistic..
another tally on the death toll in which they pad the stats..
making it look worse on paper to sell it best for the worse.
Cyclone Dec 2019
Witness to a business, fitness statistics, vicious to sadistic *******, pitch my addition, coalition in a bold position molds decisions, I'm itching after I was stitching riches to snitches, depiction of this vision makes you wish I was dead, the robbing of my throbbing heart, narks and the feds, beg you to release me but you teach em a challenge, you balance when your talents kills the savage through salience, but it's universal, fierce rehearsal is wide, so you demonstrate savage hate to their pride, I died asking why did we lie to society, crying that defying would bring notoriety.
Cyclone Dec 2019
Simply put, as honest as this story is, I'd be a lie if I told you that this was easy to illustrate, partly due to memory, partly due to insecurity, I pick my poison to be mixed, play with fire cause I heal quickly but love to only **** with slow burn gars keeping years on my life though it poses a risk of suffering more. So recently I put down the grass and spend my time in the desert, plus this food desert helps with my other habit of bloating off dessert. So this detox has re-upped my openness to be a minimalist only for a while, abstinence is exercise also. I'm quicker to identify the things that **** you slowly, living and preparing for the future where our inventions might live faster than we do. I hope I'm wrong, at least I'm honest. I'd be a lie if I already said I was right, a little humility gave me the insight to see that lies come back to you in the future, and right now can dictate tomorrow. Can you see where I'm coming from? Can you see it?
Cyclone Jan 2020
Can you clarify demonic dares of I? No? Why? Cause you're too terrified to try in both eyes, succeed the freed temptation now you are left escaping, but yes we both know you can't hide besides I'm waiting, to test your chest of stints of strength, the length and width, if you can beat me then you've hit me, my myths are it, now you continue praising GOD for GOD is good, and now my words are gone for good yet understood.
Cyclone Jan 2020
I blurt terse so it stopped in a knick of time- the worthless verse that was dropped as a pickup line, infrequent sequences that tried true blues that cue my prime moves to surprise pride and survive when outside my few.. issues that's misused and pursues none- since I heard about a virtue I searched two bums- for their demeanor, all I found was misdemeanors cause they heave what they disbelieve though it could relieve their prestige, question dreamers, bring the flocks between the knots cause the paradox clocks in fraught- "whether or nots", this letter had sought- the lever, if it's better to tether or never endeavor it's clever cause we stem off its lock.
Cyclone Dec 2019
Dear Diary,

It seems they love to detain me, they let these chains be on me for years, I let my gun pop to multiple crooked cops, when will this pressure stop, been shedding some tears, my life style's changed, I'm switching my gears, hope this judge will free me, I'm on parole, killed a person again, steady losing control, I'm wondering when they'll let me out of this hole, I rot and get old as I stress out the blues, I envy a brother just cause he has better shoes, I'm owing the LORD lots of more praises and dues, he gives me a way but still I **** and refuse, now I'm labeled a menace, you tell me what I can do?, society grudges and judges me, I'm feeling I'm through, why they always judge me, why they always judge you, they just oblivious and hypocrites that pick on the few, although your saying is true, cause I'm ****** up in the head, got only 2 months till I will lay on that bed, execution is key!, death is more likely instead, cause I'm addicted to killing and feeling demons and dread.
Cyclone Dec 2019
Didn't I let you know?
Life's a mystery though I'm closest to solve it, inspecting just like detectives, we shot the Tec and revolved it, just like you called it, I saw it, we're messengers to a T, with pressure from our oppressors, we fester, stressing relief, brief, we told the chief, mischief, just brings us grief, it may just be how you see it, so be it, but how you sleep, I finish, earn place in Guinness for facing citizens, fitting in every masculine, feminine hymn by living the way we thought different in, just spitting the fake in me, mistaking the faith in me, so all crowds can come shake with me,  THEY HATE ON ME, and then they take from me, literal breaks is critical, pivotal in this digital little case known as LIBERAL, I know you heard this if my words can come with urge and kiss the purge that burned this Earth and missed the bliss of worth, CONSERVATIVE, and so I hurt to live, exploring the adoring gift of love, it's a gist of twists when subs can just rub in the question through my mind to a blind man, kind man, why plan, die bland, dry land, Didn't I let you know, bro?, ***?, why the force can't let me go low to grow, wish I took your place to blow and glow, but a mission has a risk, OH NO, DIDN'T I LET YOU KNOW.
Cyclone Dec 2019
You can rest peacefully now you son *****, we got your memo, keep your contributions known, oh **** it's time to leave this cemetery, dry my eyes, can't stand them teary, rest in peace, we out to get blown!, now years have passed, your name is unknown, forgot all about you, who were you again?, We done let society come and change us, ****** us up, and arranged us, we really in this world full of sin, going down memory lane, won't help us to mend, all of those feelings that we used to have, so now it's said and done, I guess the devil won, what is there left that is worth for us to grab? I'm not trying to point the fingers, not trying to make excuses, but the whole world does this ****, so no matter who you are, we will forget who you are, can't torch this furnace, the fire is lit, my mind was selfish and paybacks a *****, so release my soul as quickly as you can, then gon and have me buried, temporarily be worried, and forget about this ignorant man.
Cyclone Dec 2019
Dig to see my dignity, live to see me living free, me was not the other me that's dreaming in the dreams that be, keeping what he keeps to go, going where he seeks to grow, teaching him some more and now he's knowing what he didn't know, us too could get a strong core and have time to question, but view it as a long, boring, half-hour session, privileged poets pass as pacifists, pack their packages to practice never backing back with facts as acts of activists, embodied poverty through my apology to my prodigy, in his naughty body, rich but still a ***** to losing lotteries, pity in what was witty is ******, repeated phrase after days finds its ways to hit me, cause these times have changed, it's rearranged and strange, at least to me cause in my self, I had felt my range, through the course of time, signs turn to friends of mine, if I stop, and drop, my end in time, capsule hassles, baffled by the way they would travel, now my gravel rattles, battled past the wrath of the cattle, find what was never found but always was there, compare it with results of what you see in your stare, where was the person that I chose to see, digging for my dignity, LIVING IN ME.
Cyclone Jan 2020
Tell me, if I'm worthy of plans with a ***** hand, others they are early but never certain just earning grands, a deserving is bland for a man that works his hands off demands and seems to can his true command, he was deep in a hypocritical being, so someone save him he's seeing ***** reciprocal dreaming, and his bosses that's scheming, yeah they're dreaming too, cause if they prize concealing one's self esteem, then the demons brew, if my philosophys' soft to see, then you'd probably too, throw me in a phony crew, lonely so I can't pursue, work where it was needed to feed my thirsty plans, punishing my early stand, cleaning off my ***** hands.
Cyclone Dec 2019
The evil mind in this time has no purity, living in sin begins a time for me to say obscurity, is the reason why security, shows no mercy for man, and when it can, it still buries me, so true protection tends to worry me, I start to hurriedly, take a breath fore death flurries me, I let these thoughts somehow continue, believe my venue, can be a place where faces lend you, a new soul and start to send you, they different menu, so you can pick and click what trends do, but, you're still stuck and it condemned you, do you intend to, turn around where frowns tend to, trick you again and say there's purity, though you know sure this sea, has no depths of set maturity.
Cyclone Dec 2019
Do a little something, pleasure sure to expand, I wash my hands to exhaust risk of losses they plan, must understand I'm a man who don't cheat cause of scenery, come take a seat as I teach all their reasons for secrecy, their decency recently was redeeming their place, and everybody at their parties hardly tardy when shaped, appearing laced brought the case of me tracing the spot, had a date but my fate is not complacent with who I brought, dribble in pivotal tracks, but when lacking the fundamentals, I'm just a one coincidental mental with no essentials, with all my pencils breaking cause their aching with no potential, you take advantage, causing damage, rancid is my torrential, despise of the lies in disguise, must trust em not, avoiding from getting appointed, loyal to self employment, appointments anointing mourns, a joint that must get torn, copy the woman's scorn, all their points are not reborn, ain't it a night of my delight, flights, I have to form, sorting through the distortion for the portion I must reform.
Cyclone Jan 2020
Geronimo!; falls my domino, cries my fate, portions of my misfortune, snake eyes relate, hate to ******* place, though this sensation was precipitation, maybe I must blame altercations with participation, young and dumb hums a sum into negative light, is the positive a lot to give a plotting to life?, I must fight, claiming sight to regain sense of sanity, this game plays the same but a flame is profanity.
Cyclone Dec 2019
The greatest dreamer, dreamed, until it seemed through the years he was living in his worst nightmare, scared they will ever come true, pinch yourself to let you know it's not real, you can do what you wanna do still, your ears turned inside, you would hide from the outside world where you wished to see em tangible, you can't handle you, by yourself, I deeply understand you too.. your scattered in a land that demands so much.. get in touch with what's going on going in what made you such, a suspect in your life.. you're a victim till you get it right.. a stranger to confessions... used a lot of mind power for a simple no-brainer, but strangely enough, it's underestimated though it was dated well out of this range, I could learn from it, proving my claim that I remain an old soul, the way I came, is the way I will leave this *****, wishing for me to switch back to my old self, the lil kid wants to help take a stand, as a man, I granted his wish, with a little something extra, I betcha, I lecture, with much more heart to teach, the part of me I held apart from speech, closer, to reaching my goals of all, the things, that give me no time to stall.
Cyclone Dec 2019
It's like dramatic scenes, but charismatic dreams, welcomed to have it screened, in this tablet called my lab, laughing at what it means, to be the king of queens, peace to think on this Earth, twinkling stars, no creases, wrinkles, the wink will have worth, jokingly, I was openly gay to my pride, heterosexual to inner textural stays deprived, surprised bits of lies, opens us to criticize ones that try to visualize, every individual lies in the pit that fits the eyes, can you hurt who sits with wit, standing to demand his life, branding land that's rancid, you will transit with the bandits guide, went to Kansas, heart of land, sparked the jam and lost hospitality, soil to sand, now what is loyal?, broke mentality, now you will stroke, and what's to hope?, a fatality, proven dramatic, not charismatic, A SYSTEMATIC CASUALTY.
Cyclone Dec 2019
A cold heart makes the blood boil, though blood is thicker than water,

I want no bad blood around me to foil my love for you

speaking your truth, and I'll tell you no lies, when you came with

wine I will never hate our drunken love that's rich in its taste,

it's a beautiful time, I'll drink it out an hourglass to savor the moment.
Cyclone Jan 2020
Dozens claiming that they cousins crave for different faces, our kings and queens were the basics, Jack's and aces complicated races, your debating brought you contemplating, you a failure in deck of cards, regard scars detonating, a claim for space came from a question tasting, a value turned bittersweet by the reason treason made us trading places, so can I seek some power picture painting?, probably not cause when I stopped, I saw a drop in my communication, and so I'm fainting cause my cases traced a blank sensation, vogue seized, I'm not intrigued, from the grace evading.
Cyclone Dec 2019
I share my cry till I clarify in brutal honesty, set aside if you promise me that a crisis is prophecy, sacrificing your might to fight but igniting for fair exchange, comparing when daring names but shame when I bear his claim, so we all may tear the same, but your compromise, was decisions you dramatized, the reason your sum declined, to others may come a shine, a sign through violence, they may worship when others silenced but die when they try alliance, cause timing will prove reliance is spelling dependent, and it fails when recommended to get your stand apprehended, so seldom, it's rarely mentioned but fairly despised, someone spare me rather than scare me, I stare in my eyes, it was my wish to rise, but from the cycle, I'm no disciple, if wishing for a revival, why do I think suicidal?, for maybe the clue is titled, "denied cause of genocide", my sentence identified, I ruined the sense of mind, why do even tense the time?, a rhyme never infiltrates unless cautious, knowing it's fate, if it even has no escape, less is not what I try to paint, but a saint must be never faint, even on the necks of lovely girls, a pearl cannot mask her hate, though we search in a drastic state, I relate to your sense and cause, we grow in a different frame, but retain age like menopause, may battle, shed blood and scars, apart we still have a heart!, our faces reflect our cases from traces of where we start, my statement may find its placement, detained like it's insane, rejected like it's a segment suspended, I won't complain, possessions can show obsession if stressing for it to fame, your smile that will soon defile, TRUE PAIN.
Cyclone Dec 2019
Ego death, known as Identity theft, counting zero stacks!, where my hero at?!, left where my credit is just an uncredited sidenote.. but I wrote that!, nobody ever chose to stick around and **** with me like that!, my body count is one body, it's all me!, riding on my own ****, ****** in this complicated relation that's grown, reverting to reverse to insert in my own comfort zone, everybody's dying tonight!, recognize where I came from, very few could live to tell, smells of my old self all coming back, never came to my senses, till I thought I found peace, watched demons release, but my vessel was a stronghold, never deceased, but at least, the cover up would put em to sleep; seeped through the cracks and I did it like that, who could face up!, plus I'm going bankrupt!.. in a blank stick up.. who's guilty of my trip up?!
Cyclone Dec 2019
As swift as they shift me, my love lies in me, pretty as the blue skies, you ask why,  cause I'm that kind guy, that always gets by and ain't shy, so what I live by is strictly for the one that I love, we had our problems, but he solves em from just right above, and as I get tough this training you gave me contains me, how hard these rains be, they never will knock off or phase me, we had our babies and they saved me, it's hard to admit, but by their shy cries in those wide eyes, I know it's legit, the true companion through my planning is us in one flesh, so what I let rest is mess that had shadowed my best, and till my last breath, I'm here every step everyday, the only lover you adore, I'm yours either way.
Cyclone Dec 2019
At times what's official is superficial, correct the miscues, every issue you wished had missed you must now assist you, aspirations assassinate, ask procrastination, fascination must cast to last task for saturation, and the duration of preservation preserves your presence, whether adult, adolescent or child, smile for essence, watch the blessings of your assets mass into a classic, claim official what's situated "sophisticated", bashing *******.
Cyclone Dec 2019
We're armed, we come with alarm and bring harm, army in swarms, we bring thorns as the norms, replacing the sin, with what is in the kingdom heaven, squashing the devil, we know his rebel Armageddon, places you look are all shook, read the book, of scripture, the picture is vivid, timid will be cooked, north to south, either way, west and east, pains are deceased, we bring peace to the meek, like hokus pokus the force of locust only focus, on who is evil, we brave like eagles from medieval, glorious stallion, watch for the dragon from the ground, roar loud sounds, it causes pounds when it's found, drying the seas, we cause shakes in the lakes, true heartbreak, we know it's late for a date, take out the mountains, black out the sun, now we're done, now here HE comes, behold the SON, we have won.
Cyclone Jan 2020
Dehydration from the vibrations of citations that dried occasions, hide my patience, die sedation, I want just gyration, why administrate not knowing fate we all debate?, keep your eyes peeled to conceal sense of shield, maybe a quotes appeal soaks it's deal from it's origins, study how we collect culture from beyond the foreign, in this present time, a sentence rhymes if it chimes, a quote will be sublime if it shows its time defined.
Cyclone Dec 2019
You only can be the founder from countering cowards wrath, try tactics to rise the fastest, you die by classic collapse, proceeding, I see the g that means all the glee being gangster, from tasking to blast assassins, the p is passion in prankster, commingling, continue singing to sew the strings for wings, fake preaching disgraces teachings, they trace beseeching for things, rags to riches are flames that frame to blame your brain, bag them ******* that claim they came to save from shame.
Cyclone Dec 2019
I slept on sleepwalking, woke conscious people can't stand to absorb the vibrations of folks who's mind is tweaked off the twilight zone, at supper time it's a wake up call that it's bed time soon, solar eclipses brought the halo effect, daylight savings time causes us to fall into the habit of taking advantage of the night as the new early morning though summer was my season of love; I had nightcaps at women's houses, my baby making time to **** and call it a day, holiday season, I was greedy but valued giving more as the world turns, becoming a grown man woke for my kids, they stay sharp from rest from the stress of this ever changing day and night, people of the world, I married venus as the man on the moon on cloud nine, haters say I'm from Mars, I'm one with the Universe!
Cyclone Jan 2020
I guess the people don't understand, they clap hands and give a standing ovation, to the ******* that's really trying to ****** this nation, but I see evil in your face, I'm talking bread lines, increasing the debt with other nations passing deadlines, and steady rising hate crimes, coast to coast towards California, vivid descriptions in one's petition, well fool I warned ya, some now just scorn ya with furious blame, we're getting warmer, to see who leads the Earth's 4 corners, need to stop telling lies, realize people have heard ya speeches, that business don't help a man, it's bleeding us fast like leaches, go one by one pick the peaches and see what you find, you notice all of yours look the same, but they different from mine, I rhyme just right off what I see, and try to gain full appeal, I'm not no narrow minded sucka that don't care how you feel, I will rebel the government and put the shame on them politicians, stop your *******, America won't be great, you just dollar flicking, hollar snitching, calling Hillary Clinton out cause you know she winning, but of course, you endorsed by Rubio I seen him grinning, but now the days are thinning, wait for the time to reveal, all of you motherfuckas, I can't believe this is real, to Canada and Israel, I pray y'all won't be affected, by demons who got they ***** erected, man these times are getting hectic, hell will come when you don't expect it, that's what they tell a fool, it's not like a stick a dog will fetch it, wide receiver gone and catch it, Donald Trump if you are elected, just know this world's dissected, separated by fools that decked it, with the evils it's hell injected.
Cyclone Jan 2020
Were my exit wounds cut too soon?, or was I dreaming, being a free man pass these demons that only made my weekends seeing darkness, boy the starkness- had only brought the hardships now my carcass- is the harshest- image that I had to part quick, now I start this- pretty starship- and head out towards my landing, thus commanding a better standing, so my fears won't be demanding, see me handing an understanding- expansion for this land and so our banding is enhancing an entrance for the trancing individuals that value their visual and living through the exit wound phase that they giving to a criminal, it's seminal know what they feeling too it's peeling through, hearts of men that go through the dealing booth, it's pitiful, but fitting through easily hurting thee now they feeling me, screams for life are weird how they get to me but I'm hearing thee, cries that hurts the eyes from circumcise, they paralyzed and now they die, was it just caused by my, bleak thoughts inside.
Cyclone Dec 2019
Stabbing it, appearing passionate, establishing havoc, they're fabricate, I'm just laughing, it's elaborate tactics that have the cracks in it, flashing pics, they're thrashing their master, and only plaster it, ain't no use in masking it, now some turn to asking if, BLASTS, be the last task fore they choose to quit, jab what you can't tab adds a reduced grip, vast with the new quips, sparse to attainment, fast when they move lips, hearts in containment
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