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Soul Controller

2012-01-15T16:01:00.002-06:00

Mimic me
in sounds I can’t speak,
fractures in faces, rotting physiques,
physics, photons, notions: they leak,
beyond the peaking reach of my seize,
I understand that understanding-
Is like a wave in the majestic sea -
breaching fluid by the moons magnet..
over the nights doled breeze,
Then what carries my use of this soul-
bundled up like a scroll,
etched on an obelisk pole,
the cold cartouche banners like stars,
In the fists of Zeus. Footsteps on mars.
Intertia,gravity,tragedy,drama and farce,
a telegraphed play but who’s in charge..

One Touch Swirl

2011-12-16T15:52:00.002-06:00

4/21/08

Bone stick strumming strings of violence
acoustic singing in supreme silence
writing in a dream of darkness
my melancholic conscious
contrived from contracted talents elastic
spittin ramblins of a man off axis
not knowin balance until the ground collapses
eye flashes,I-lashes,when dendrite synapses:
fashioned fluent actions off omniscient ancient passages
penning messages in a bottle cork capped wraped in mapped sorrow
purple wallow sentences and a purpose that
..i don know..
makes me let go sentiments
that id rather borrow
and it dont stop
the clock of tomorrow
dying star locked in the linings
of all thats astral
lookin for the light
and the here after

Rained In

2011-12-16T15:07:00.011-06:00

11/21/07

Tracing the wind current
with my pinkie finger licked
drenched.. soaked ..
amidst the heavens heaved torrents
standing.. staring..
at the murk pouring
spinning skies grey
pink and musty
smelling of dry dust
that frames the painting
if you can't see
it seals the salivating
for the sunshine in waiting
in the waning dusk
wading in thoughts
of lush clouds crushed
steeped in that blue lust
perplexed by the luck of wet brows
and rain drop bumps.

Vs

2011-12-16T00:58:00.001-06:00

General malaise
dystopian texture
pleasuring the haze
gazed @ the abyss
coined the phrase
days.. minutes..
hours.. seconds..
an oppressing premise
boundless by limits
on the fringes
blank spaces
between the edges
tallying the inches
with no images or digits
deliverance of the head
the death of id’s presence
the collage of innocence
and instincts retribution
a savage marriage of force
and inherent contents
constantly colluding
a brooding montage
unsubmissive
repetitive and cyclic
nihilistic feeling fully conscious
dueling the ever ending psyche
of reality and what might be

The Feed

2011-11-08T23:20:00.000-06:00

Prison Planet..stranded..
celluloid cells..made of magnets..
entrapment of sentient senses..
assigned to the masses
a lifetime sentence..
of colonized acquiescence..
a message broadcast..
on behalf of Goldman Sachs..
more robots..more cash..
no “Electric Ant”..a grouping of class..
the network of plugins programmed
over the flat screens glass rubbing..
a touching imaging of the neuro..Pavlov..condition..
the dystopian evolution..the symptoms of a system..
an Orwellian euphemism..the ministry of freedom..
a push button society enslaved to the vision..

Scribble Fold

2011-10-26T22:24:00.001-05:00

Post-it note in wallet,
dirty brow..dry mouth..
unfolding scribbled lines
drawn from the morning,
am to pm to the break of yawn..
to the shake of awe ending and never finished,
mote speckles I saw and formed sentence,
mute they heckled, off level, in essence
transposed the image. clean version
formatted in creased dingy movement
the modified bent pattern participle
refined henosis, hocking a principle
from..under desk gum peel
to..cool steel window sill
energy vs it’s opposite will
the instilled product is kissable
the feel of exchange is all equal

The Purpose

2011-10-25T22:45:00.001-05:00

Beyond reason and the limits of language
where thoughts of ego resonate into baggage.
the orthodox state that is carried
the primeval proxy of knowledge
buried
deep
deeper..
Into the senses
obscured by the dances
advertisements
and the chase for prosperity
wherein the chase is imagery
with no clarity
no greater focus
than the difference between
existence and conformance
in your reality
whether awake
or lying dormant.
#purpose

Walking Heads

2011-10-23T18:59:00.007-05:00

Sarte vs Camus,
a canvas blotched proof,
fluid in deviation,
a faux pa for the fruit
of elevation,
seeds of evolution,
is it duty or is it
consumption?,
lets take it back to the roots,
a live redux-tion,
breaking out of the loops,
and wave fixations,
that glue views,
to the late night stations,
sensations sparked unchained,
torres straits paints,
rise of the apes,
chemicals and cages,
lets take it to the pearly gates,
my parallel proletariat,
lets occupy space,
spark the divide,
illuminate the paths pace,
amongst Kirkman's dead
that gaze remains
unphased
the zombie speech with no shape,
no function to the movements,
in the midst of confusion
a population siege
society deceived.
expressionless contrasts
masking the face's physique

a looking glass theory,

what is it they seek?

Neons

2011-09-02T19:03:00.001-05:00

She whispered @ the crescent..

lip gloss thin and scented -
with the lust of a tension
untouched,

brushing the sweat drops,

hushed whim..

you could hear the tic tocs
you could hear the wind lick
the snow

like some type of artic
frantic echo

ansy and nervous:

she took a swig
she took a drag

she finally
let go

digging in her bag's
smashed wrinkles
like a ceral box
rumpled to its top
panels

out came her stop
she jumped in the lights
eyes locked in the brights

neons.

that entice.

Night to Light

2011-09-02T17:16:00.002-05:00

The night sky velvet,
crystalizes a thought.
caught from a stars sonnet,
that streaked the canvas -
as if the divine bombed it..
eye meeting light out the darkness,
the revealing feeling of a sightless artist,
who's brushing collages out his wrists arches..

Night Night

2011-09-02T17:11:00.002-05:00

The night sky whispers in my ear
clear..
while the vespers path floats remotely
still...
a feeling so sincere..
the noise so soft
it fufills my glance..
leaving me star crossed..
in a sullen stance..
words were lost
whilst the breeze advanced..
..cold..
with an unfroze-
feeling of a sublime chance..
as the moon laughed and danced..
all i could do was enjoy while i watched it pass..

Never could draw

2011-09-02T17:09:00.000-05:00

Always wanted to draw with the pen,
paint or lead..
the thoughts on the pad wouldnt match -
what was in the head..

stuck..

like a sliver
splintered..
in my nail bed..

radio box

bumping rail..6ft under
on my sunday reg..

up all night..
seeing with the eyes red..

gleam..glazed..

while the instrumentals played
over again..over again..

the beat sang into my ear..
with a discreet whisper..

the first lines i dropped
was nothing i was too into..

copying formats to fit
my thoughts thru a view-
with a #2 pencil..

page upon page..
jotting down thoughts
for days..
thinking its more than just a phaze...

the reason for sanity,the reason for craze..

craving the challenge..
creating a cage
out of uniting phrases that wind tight
like weaving mazes-
with no end in sight
..ageless..
..timeless..
from a noisy place
drenched in silence..

Gripping the thoughts now
with every sentence..i'm so assertive..

a pure purpose..

drawing worlds with words
just so focused..

publishing poems
now:.. with binary..electronic.. circuits..

leaving the inks..in the moleskins

practicing-
a voice that has kinks
on the brink
ready to surface..
but knowing-
never to force it..

just like when i started..

a blank page and
a thought uncharted..

on a whisp..on a whim..
looking to sing..

Sun Still

2011-09-02T17:05:00.047-05:00

Cold soul of the universe feel
cursing at planets that steal
those moments revealed,unrehearsed
Its been happening since the big bang burst
I learned lies that spun an epiphany
cursed @ stars with calligraphy
a symphony in enclosed eyes
its all about a gravity..
despised,

actually

when the wool pull is devised
and the string theory is
umblical in its ties

the cut
stings

perioxide on the wings
muted speech
but my heart still sings

patience is an offering
freebooting elusive
to thoughts that give and bring
a solar stance prism wince

ever since its position of origin
Iv'e never second guessed the question
of a dawns shining connection
to a dark night of blinding
dimensions

Drift

2011-09-02T17:03:00.003-05:00

Crimsion hues..
yellow velvet..
a vision exquisite
staring at heavens hemmings
humming a tune.
mid day noon

soaking..

lush vibrations
in anticipation of a silent storm
born from peaceful forms..

so i guess a silohuette
is still just a lining
stenciling the phantom
finding calm
at times random
at times the problem
is really the solution
to views so sick
and abusing
cause i carry them thick
like cloud fluff
hovering on a drift

2 Seconds

2011-09-02T16:43:00.003-05:00

Sun shine ranunculus
a blue sky subdued due
to an accumulation of clouds cumulus
in columns stretched beyond the horizons
Crest..

Flowers bloom to the kiss of the mornings breath..
The birds chirp and cheer near the windows edge..

And the breeze seeps into the soul
Making time stretch..

Blue Lights

2011-09-02T16:40:00.002-05:00

Dusk mixed parable
licking my chin.I lost a marble
spinning adrift.wincing
when i gargle.solutions
of combustion in confusion..

moving..degress..
stars sparkle on high seas

more questions
blinking so fast
off the freeze

cold hands
a hacking weeze
so polite with my please(pleas)
pieceing a poem
like a puzzle

the edges re arrange
piercing the juts while i guzzle:

cuddling cheap
thrills

1901-04
picasso

slanting my chicago
nostril

soul with holes

old an un grown

an unknown cracking

in ah blue lights blinking

im basking..

im asking..

no thinking

just asking..

Let the Nightmares Go

2011-08-28T23:22:00.010-05:00

Let the nightmares go.
stuck in positions
inbtwn levels
of rare affliction
rare species
modus operandi
bottles of cherry or brandi
candy licked psychology
with the trumpet in my ear
and i cant see
drive slow.. drive fast..
but stay at the same speed
the glance will avalanche
if you stare and get snared
by the lights
flash..

It's like that tunnel vision
motionless moving
while the path laps you
consuming: dreams,aches
and everything worth losing
let the nightmares go..
staring @ the ceiling
kill the angel?
slay the demon?
am i awake
is this dreaming?

The Open Skies

2011-08-22T21:41:00.000-05:00

Agape with the bells and whistles of a divine acuity
purity of the breath held free in the chest
it welches
us inches closer
to deaths cleft..

the symphony of equation
in the end,,
what is it thats left..

leaving traces and tracks
lord of our vices
carrying weight on our backs
so heavy and priceless

we couldnt buy the moments
in time we thunk twice
as eyelids blinked
to awkward silences..

open skies as water splatters
bawling your hands
as the enamel chatters

the chills

the prescribed animosity
trying to re invent
the clouds
with a finger pointed
at the sun
synonymously..

burning your doctrines
selling your actions
as self percieved
attonments
to lifes traction..

crisis in full motion..
tacklin entanglements
bleeding self notions..

ideas..

that race..
skampering
like masses
of paste

circling the sun
solidifying in the chase..

Agape with the designs
absolving all fates..

humming in the wind
a song changing
shape.

She Said...

2011-08-22T21:38:00.000-05:00

She said..
life is but dream..

locked inbetween

the silouettes

the scenes...

the shadows,
the mazes ,
that are seldom.. seen

life is but a dream..

till you wake up...

..spinning like the wind
..scraping the pavement
..pushing a paper cup

pigeon stroll with the wings
on tight tuck..

lacing the locks..loosley
walking with feet free
so stuck..

dont hesitate..
take the jump..

she said life is but a dream..

but dreams die..
once you dont believe

take your breath..
just let it bleed..
take your time

an leave...
the troubles
all.......
behind .

never mind -
the day..

seize

the moment..

alive..

before its truely away..

life isnt life
if it isnt for slo decay

so love your life..
if even tho at times it leaves
you with nothing.

.nothing to say..

so i guess life is... just a dream

silent and unheard.

(a sub conscious)

from baby crying blurbs..to famous last words

(were just floating formless)

its the paramore
of a deep rest..

..timeless..

just let it go..

smile

have no regrets

stay outside the darkness

once you
close
your
eyelids..

Lit

2011-08-22T21:34:00.000-05:00

sitting b-side self..
cold embers..fell..
froze in the gist..

fire slumbers
from ah twirls
twirling
whisk ..

the sleeping giant

under lighting
so silent

thick lips shift
pressing dead
skin..

soft movement

a closing i-lid

the still vibrance is felt
even when the temp dips..

the record skips

ah sonance of red hues

.....unlit

SuperMarketAisles

2011-08-22T21:33:00.001-05:00

Sling a thought,elastic,rubberband sting padded,straight jacket.recyclin.
new madden.auto sprint.multi challenged,multi tasked,smokin in thick traffic,
system blast static,slick skin pattern slits,solvent view of the inner planets,sweating outer limits,
cute mechanisims,canabalistic visions,wincing at promise rings.chocolate milk,chopsticks,
knowledge in the book ends,flapper curls,pearls,sunsets,windy stringy dresses,
pizzaz fabrics framed in sessions.essence of photgraphy
shooting black and white hues..viewed sketchy..
bang bang uzi
whistle blowing,
skunky,
no melody.
no meloncholy,
reasons of epiphany
whilst pushing rust wheels
sealing my indebtly due deraill
of a week to week pace snail
oooo day ohh,,slow maze..
phaze one glow.trail.
stale and semi stunned
by the strobelights blue daze
that hazes purple knuckles
plucking mottos that
stay stuck to you..stuck to u.stuck ta ya.

No-Ink

2011-08-22T21:26:00.002-05:00

Just a slide off the inkblot,
slight of hand fury
the same force that fully
crossed icarus to a toss
turned the wax into pudding
its candles on then cake off
sun caught the lid,,
flipped refracted into a rareform
formed un-hid,,
its the business forum of the elements
yeasting the lore into heavenly encores
so excellent
2 parts gravity
one part meteor
matter..
condensing
bits from bits
till the cooling gathers
pictures and patterns
shutes and ladders
scriptures and taverns
the avalance of the non sequential
as the spirits call and linger
simmer in the cinder
of splatters

off the easel..
splinters,,

off the wall
spackels

off the jaw

off the switch

till the twicthing
in the pinkie cease
and desists..

the drive..the hunger..
clutching the shifts..

the countless nights spent
with the same sentence
stuck on dry lips..

Seed Wing

2009-11-15T09:00:00.008-06:00

Wind in the rain...

the fragile flower
with petals blown
off the stems
lone frame..

Staining the dirt-
in pigments
of pure colors
sprayed..

swaying meloncholy...

a total disarray...

a totality of circumstances..
shifting to the forcast-
in stances half gray...
sucumbing-
to the forces
in play..

meshing
in the mire,

enduring the day..

the murk.
the mathematics..
the re-birth of fire...

re-actuation
salvation in decay

put myself on the pyre

in the storms..in the rains..
an elemental choir-
germinating from the pains..

"winds and strings"

a window accompaniment-
left hollow looking within..

the mosaic bellow-
birthed from the singe..

the lost origin..

drifting

drifting

on a seed-wing..

Floor Sit

2009-09-29T16:02:00.003-05:00

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:

2009-09-28T14:00:00.003-05:00

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..
thrasing like the skatboard mag
w a midas touch..
brushing swift like kanye
leaving the meaning mangled in dust..
beyond odyessey..
free to the bone,rusty to the tone..
i assimilate everything im shown
until im full to form ah poem..
in a forum
w a formula.
accentuate w witty decorum
in every area,,
the panrama's pantameters reach..
beyond shakes peers peaks..
leaving brains beseiged
the sense's tweak and leak
stunted from a growth
its the breaks like blowes prose
courtesy of woes froze,
echos of an eye cone..
to a cornea..clipped and torn..
the i-con..
w no media..
w no medium
for the relief..
impeach my speech
and write rhymes
w clenched teeth..
bitter brief..linear belief
learn defeat
the hunger increase

Sick

2009-09-28T13:57:00.003-05:00

winter across the chasm..
dead air..entropy in your hair..
joying the sarcazim...
wish
wit..
grasped
me by the chair..
the suttle t's...
move
my stare.

beyond the eyes..
i could write like ya'll
but why disguise,,

just need a coat for the chill..
pass the cloak im ill...

(sick)

Fast Jot

2009-09-28T13:52:00.002-05:00

Things change..
re arrange the picture frame..
retro vision..retro scope..
go for broke..
roll the dice..
play w your life..

the patterns

the systems

yo dont think twice..

hesitation is
the precursor
to the afterlife..

and im here to cast
the light

break the mold
from the darkest
night

re invent the wheel
everytime i write...

Randumbness

2009-09-28T13:51:00.001-05:00

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

2009-09-19T11:12:00.006-05:00

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

2009-09-17T17:06:00.008-05:00

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

2009-09-14T19:15:00.005-05:00

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..

a door

Freewrite 1

2009-09-12T00:38:00.007-05:00

Motivated failures
an illusion of fear
no longer freezes
my inner pieces
seeking summer
under cold
rigor mortis
im 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
menstration...

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..

etc..etc..etc..

Nutation

2009-09-09T01:05:00.002-05:00

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?..

Freewrite 2 (Relativity)

2009-08-18T19:22:00.006-05:00

Outstreched with fingertips
touching..
Celestial emptyness
a fragrance
so
distinct..
nostrils flair
the mind races
the heart paces
with no think
no speak..

the only utterance of air..
are bodies moved by the motion
inbetween..

lines disappear
and reappear..

the creator
must be shifting
his paradigm
with a stare
looking at stars
beyond the brillance of radiance
with an ajar
thought
fingers stanced bent..
so perfect,
lucid,illuminations
lighting his inner pages.

the notebook un opened..
writing electric
the love lashes
across
animated
ashes
the backdrop
of a burnt
manuscript..

the calling that slowly aches..
an equation of all.
where nothing matters but
the fall..

walled in
like 1nesol in skin

comets collide forming
jupiters grin

the cold planets
are planets

until untolerated

ask pluto,
in the system
amongst minor children
holding the flag
favoring

the unlimited objects
outside my axis...

anchored by aimed targets?..
nowadays i let the ambivalence sway..
fingers are fists in the darkness
when eyes are no longer on
display..
regardless.....

listening to this in the background dont know why:

Message In Motions

2009-08-17T21:09:00.006-05:00

Run the gamut
words slashed in papyrus
from hands seeped semi odorous

pierced from thoughts
pieced from cordless

emotions
gorgeous
gorged off the flesh
expressive tense
defensive in..
out.. laments
still stressing the need
to vent from glassy orbits
keypush to coding
vitruvian doodle-ings
nitroglycerin sketchings
expanding..exploding
on avenues,whilst walking
my message in motions

Scales

2009-08-10T22:28:00.001-05:00

Hold my thoughts close to my chest....
barely breathing with a focus exasperated..
walking sedated..tainted by the day lit.
sitting half twitchy,the other side waiting
to switch,
imma jumbled amalgam of vapors..
solids..liquids..gasps..all strained thru the shakers..
stressed by how the calming centers..
off keel..with no numbers..
to show how numb i feel as i stumble..
suttle..slighted by an iris crumpled..
sight is 20/50 vying for that tunnel...
the light..at night..of a flickering channel..
the candle..as i reach for all my notes like hands on
a piano..
hands that’s shallow..
in the deep end of my hearts hollow, left with no air to swallow..
empty gargle..as i grapple..an hold this duress..close to my chest
was thought to be adept at taking a test..
but its nights of unrest .. unrest.. un-rest..
upon layers and layers of..acceptance..acceptance..acceptance

The Beat:

Amazing

2009-08-10T22:02:00.005-05:00

Destroying the dense..
with a tense teeter of
tela..pathy..
eradicate..apathy
gradually.
beat makes me think
of tobacco road
lou rawls..
and feet froze
in a glimmer
of the nights
imposed,,lackness
last writes..
when i cant snap
off the pen..
with a penmenship so precise..
i have a penchant to be amazing..
imagine words without this
placement..
its like imaginging,
imagination.
a view from the origin,,
the oracle of creation,
falcon status,,
divine Ramses,,
Ozymandias
situation..
Exodus..
lonely statues..in the wilderness,,lets face it...
because in the straits of todays cadence..

nobody rivets the parameters..
the way my gears guide hammers..

the machine amongst amateurs..

dedicated in a world of scavengers..

The Beat..

Puddle Mesh

2009-08-07T21:55:00.006-05:00

Sweet sensations..
Rain drops..

A Melody of waved patterns..
The waters crest..

A familiar voice,
The strangers death..

Heavy breath..
staring at the echo's..

Locked mind of a tenor..
tense enuff to sharpen
knives off his temple..

Blunt offering..
holding a pious soul
with the sodering uneven..

the seams breakpoints
bleed when the light beacons..

spraying rays from dusk to dawn
to these demons,

that melt in a pot of their own
inner connviction..leaking-

something seemingly convincing
to my hearing

A death reborn..
is like a phoenix'es wings
beating..

on a cloudy drum,,to the beat..
of the shining sun..

like life is the all..
and we are just the one..

equilibrium action's..action..is just phantom..
like a double shadow..
suprizing you at random..

when split decisions..
leave like what was that-
outcome..

of the others result.undone..

i guess regret is defined
by the action of your own graphic pattern..

like tree stump innerds
circling your outer saturns
symmetry..

enduring these points of gravity..
with feelings of no depth..
an actuality begat off a duress..

bereft of concious that was lost
like that thing that bat in my chest..

a clarity's precipce.
deppresed,restless,
with these welts that line
my foreheads focus..

The progress of a blow.
leaving you in slo mo,
frozen..
while the world rotates,
on its axis-
spin..
all cause you cant let go..
and hold again..

dark reigns origin..

adjusting this token halo..
labeling this broken angels
intro..

inconsequential:

with many angles..

close crys of a baby's birth sent..
A teething tenant,
slanted..since the umbilicals's
tentacles were ripped to the dent..

staggering up these rickety stairs,
step by step,crawling in this god forsaken mess,
growing his legs..while splashing these stankin dregs..

The journey slowly takes you to whats next
an arrival where nothing is merly left..
nothing was right..
the emptyness..
the droplet of water..
cascading off your eye lids held tight..

The lashes flick and your eyes take flight..
the fire burns dim,the flashes of smoke skim..
a darkness that shines bright,nights of raining
thoughts that snuff light.

The Beat:

Cloak and Shatter

2009-07-20T23:15:00.003-05:00

Consume rap..
Conducive actions of a sanctioned klepto in the arts of being pyro-clastic..
bury the hatchet with your chest scraping the metals of my message..
spraying ink blots,,staining the pages in different directions,,seeding evasive persuasions,,
that slowly rewind back to the point of the impacts seizing precipice..
be like "i like it"..
but i cant define..
that origins beginning..

In these mindless..stages of dawn dimming..
I'm stealing your light like I'm bong binging..
but I'm more like doc ock w arms arched moving..
patient of thought.agrivated off the blank pages block.
Shiva rock locked into the doctrine of a clock-
that aught to have stopped..
way past the participles of its inners simple
twinkle..

big toe tingle..

back like beatrix..
kiddo..

In the matrix..
strapped with a trinity..
artillery..of a Gemini..who can see..in 3's:

(1)death frees..
(2)time bleeds
(3)everything repeats..

..eventually..

morphing beyond the agents of my circle..
Smith and Wesson oracle..

Surname of a tongues twisted birth.
versed from a hymned journal of hurt..
burnt the passages to ravage out the murk's dirt..
he is such a irked jerk,whos past a gassed bezerk flirt..
but whats my worth? when cursed?
the prolonged song lurks with no words..
it cuts deep..like it was the first,,
felt like a guns bullet burst..

on gods bathroom lurched..

parched..

I consume rap..
with such a scorched thirst..
that comets trail my inner course upon contact with that magnum force ..
&
with that magnum force.
the opus impact converged..
spitbak with such surge..
it spackled over any emotions,,any urge ..
hardened with a weight that hurts worse..
than repetitive ambiguity..
a gulch in continuity..stuck..
waiting to traverse..

Sparked a curse and a gift that keeps given ..
zombie verse biting your inner hearing.

Post apocalyptic with a cryptic way of sinning..
salvation through redemption rather..
burn down the pity..and blaze with a pious envy..
to knock down anything that stands next to me..

The nexus of obscurity..
Godzilla playing pong with his tail
in zero degrees of free gravity..

The dead pocket of space in my inner brains captive cavity..
re-introducing..the capacity to move..
my empty..

Into the groves of your anatomy..
till we fuse..due to the currents calamity..

The Beat: