Floor Sit

End to End..
rhyming like ive seen lifes origins..
lost in the cosmos of fast stars and their utmosts urgings,,
the never (ending) hunger that wont cease
purge all your wants like a sick disease..
freeze your mind,. your protoform..your essence,,
with a look..a feeling..just a sheer prescense..
envelop me..
like darkness..
a canopy of nothing..
cauchy analysis
callous tangent,
of a dusy page rotting..
into a shapless-
orb absorbing,,absolution,,,
absolutley encompass the all..
like a body burning..
releasing itself for its final calling..
all intogether now..
like my alternate realities..
collapsing.
dimension..
from dimension..
ending all probabilities
catergorizing..
my singular
abilities..
in human,,
im too into everything,..
to be decieved by something common..
its the one problem...

The Crave

Its murder i quote..

broke heart,broke wallet,

no chairs.no ropes.

cant call it..

read it or recite it..

just come up,ears up..

dont get stuck

on the passions of bad luck..

thrashing the rusty brush

about with a midas touch..

leaving the meaning mangled 

in specks of cloudy dust..

beyond odyessey..

free to the bone,slave to the tone..

i assimilate everything im shown

until im full to form poetry..

in any forum

the formula.

accentuate thought verbatim

thats foreign with witty decorum

in every area,,

the panorama's pantameters reach..

beyond shakes peers peaks..

leaving brains beseiged

the sense's tweak and leak

stunted from a growth

its the breaks revised

from parts unknown

courtesy of woes froze,

echos of an eye cone..

a cornea..clipped and torn..

no icons..

no media..

no medium

for the relief..

impeach my speech

and write rhymes

w clenched teeth..

bitter brief..linear belief

learned defeat,

hunger increase...

Nowhere

Winter across the chasm,

dead air,

entropy sways,

stringy hair,

currents of -

passion grasped,

by the scent of despair

the subtle move

the empty stare.
subtitled glare

beyond the eyes..

beyond the stars..
everywhere
and nowhere,

Wing It

Things change..

rearrange the picture frame,

retro vision,

retro scope,

go for broke,

roll the dice..

play with your life..

the patterns,

the systems,

you dont think twice..

hesitation is

the precursor

to the afterlife,

cast yourself

in the smoldering

light,

break the mold,

from the darkest

of nights,

re invent the wheel,

spinning of

your own advice,

in places of no feel..

Randumbness

Hit hard like a walking statue..

make a statute like a hines ward tackle..

im that Thing..that made lauren hill sing

something impecable..

due to bullshit and party

like if i was biggie in college

and i aint even attending

its just for the knowledge..

just a little somthing

that('ll) carry me thru the silence

when words strike the papyrus

and move lines out my

mouth with a stray twist

like that casa bey video

untill you get the gist..

So far

All that i am..

is..

all that i was..

suppose that these words..

could mend like gauze..

i would

commence to

amend my bars and structure-

fragments from

these punctured shards..

shoulder the weight

whilst breaking the laws-

of

physicality..

with a sudden halt..

due to my pause..

and in that pause.

i stare at the sky

criss crossed..

plucking the stars

from heavens afar..

leave hell open fully ajar,,

stand in complacency with just a scar,,

"where ever i am..where i go..

my center is..all i know..

and if it gets pulled thats all i wrote..

"where ever i am wherever i go

thats where i need to need to be..

never stop the growth..

a simple smile and a lot of hope"

Lick

Insatuious skill,

the power to maximise every letter in the alphabet-

filling every inch of the blank tablet,

a synched mind of knowledge..

inline with the collage of natures carnage,

peaceful architext..

a balanace so humble yet so polished..

that if you push me to the edge..

the bottom will adjust..

to the fall of my ebs..

a collapse contained in context

the fire emits..abrased by the momentum shifts

you would think it would be the other way-

when the elements flip..

but the soul spits so precise.

stir in the catacombs.

still moved by the life..

even if the movement is in the opposite

light..

Still aint no one brighter...

and nothing so sure..

all bets are off

until the planets collude..

the big question..

the big bang,,,

was it the answer

are we moving forwards or bkwrds..

growth amid upheavel

destruction and renewal and destruction

the cycle that fuels assumption..

till its a clears point..

a new direction..

the only message is intro-spection

defunct diallect..

messenger..epitath..

denizen of circumstance.

residing in sliding

thoughts of silence..

like clouds in the wind

spinning against gusts

of grinning violence..

feel..

the breeze lick on the larynx

a passion tongue tied..coalesced

more the less..

an amaglam of maginations..

the wonderfull parade of illusion and frustration..

one man moving,through the sludge of disallusions..

fighting fusion..

patience or progress

whats winning-whats losing..

shifty parameters..iffy panoramas..

licking these paragraphs w enorumus type

stamina..

lavendar deity of a dogmatic magma blow,

echo'ed from obscurity's lovely glow..

intense..

follow and quickly notice-

the difference level..

tongue stuck...with thoughts i wrestle-

Adore

Come one come all..

lyrical sodium pentothal..

psycho sick,,

like bates norman

in his momma shawl..

never a curtan call..

its self survival like im up

against jigsaw..

but still prone to disobey the all

like im bible saul..

forced to crawl..nocturne.. bamf

stanced w a stern jaw.. laff..

w this campbell credo..

momofuku mufawkin ando..

straight noodles with

a life gamble..

death dance arsonel

tango w the wrentched

demented..

sweat scented..

flow..

and get left w a new window..

a new vision to see thru..

365

Motivated failures

an illusion of fear

no longer freezes

my inner pieces

seeking summer

under cold

rigor mortis

i'm sure life teaches

what should be taught

in the due time that reaches

the nexus of caught thought

emitting .. befitting

tones from my speeches..

like

gathered here

in a consenus

of condensed respondent

ligaments that etch

a path on a pad like

menstruation...

anger scent

flow of the wrath..

fixated,,

eyes that glow

like an empath..

empasse,,

when clogged neutral

i guess the feeling stays

habitual..

moving on,

residual,,

visual splendor..

requiem for methuselah

tender touches of a claw

8 bit audio w a sore jaw

in awe..

of the flashy

daze..

sledgehammer w a haze

rendered from a mold

melded in blazy tinkerings

inked by blots bickering

mixed watery,,151 and powder

kinda lofty..shifty and horizontal

teetering on brinks that force pull

edges to crop up like humid paper

thats had enuff..

funk dust lust

the pen pumps,

busting clicks

like tic tac doe..

rae me..free to

write what i can't

see..

Nutation

Inquisitively

captive..

Un focused..

transfixed..

W all the photometric.

moments..

Staring at lights,

froze..

Like a moth,

too close..

Before glowing..

Combustion..

Eruption..

rebirth..

re-introduction..

going..

stumbling..

dwn this trodden-

direction..

circumstances..

of missed conception…

we were passing stars,

far from a constellation..

the precession left light trails,

on my peripheral..

vision..

closing,

my circled rotation..

blinking,

an I lid..

this heart slighted..

highlighted..

by the bottoms-

dark ..

that fell out..

sharply silent..

floating..sliding..

warped..

bent..

Feeling sideways..

Citizen -

Cope..

The only thing staring-

In the mirror..

is being broke..

payment of a promissary note..

how far can one quote the stretch..

of a breaking points spent-

dent..

nothing worse than being left perplexed..

with no balance..

not knowing what comes next..

un-conclusive remnants..

the origins of death,

and or success..

both chances..

that no longer succumb,

to that thing that beats heavy-

in my chest..

this numb duress..

questioning a conscious..

Im confident-

that i cant feel any defense..

mars vs venus..

close captioned..

with cold contentions..

Ah Sun shine flower heavenly scented..

to a night sky so intrinsicly dejected..

its translucent..

in its fragrance-

of a faliure

amongst affection..

ascention ..

to an affixed

sense of lament

thats annexed to the axis

of this crescent’s

irregular sequence..

with a question..

whats the spacing..

inbetween..two points

if up and down is never moving..

and were bound by the gravity,

of a horizon aligned in-

Euclidean unison?..