Cancel the Noise

I personify a vanguard from the town without pity, the fog hid the treacherous so I didn’t see the damned city. Stand your ground, don’t spit medicated philosophy feeling profound. Everybody wants to fly, smoke weed, roll the dice, avoid death as the die falls flat. True word, we are all disturbed, I’m a prodigy of haphazardness, razor burn decorates blasphemy, your intuition is that of the dastardly. When I prayed to the Lord, it was more of plea, I asked him to clear all the clouds so the skyline I could finally see. He said, Cancel the Noise, you’d best hear your calling, and smell the blood, climb a mountain, swim the sea, jump into the fire, and never go free

 

 

 

So I dressed for war, we were urban critters that blended with the dark, no west side story, but we were sharks. Billing Issues, Funerals with discount tissues, slashed tires, murder for hire, prostitution, religious institutions, the boys communicating with their hands and the self righteous Judge presiding over the witness stand. I screamed seven letter swears because I’m a beast, ravaged my moral fiber until it was left deceased, gaunt sickly body, the world is preoccupied with who is a hottie and who is a nottie, I’m the denizen of the Fucked Up World That Is Sick.

 

 

 

I watched the world turn, I learned to move backwards

 

I welcome a drumroll with a touch of a pen to the paper, a true romance

 

You’re a fundamental toupee to my new world remedy, I’m at the finish line with a smile and a grin while you are envisioning a moment of glory, in your picturesque fantasy story

 

I predicted a riot, silenced by the night but there is no money to be made when its quiet

 

I finished my lobster dinner, ended the night with erotic asphyxiation, I misunderstood the idea of “hanging out”

 

It came naturally, figuratively and literally, my ideas are in frequent prize bouts, I get lockjaw from speaking my clout. Look south, I’m going ahead north after a punch in your snout

 

 

 

My Head is gonna explode, the ill shit isn’t from the gutter, my excrement is straight from the commode. The construction of foul language, is as complex as an giddy ode. To Inarticulate, is to form without definite articulations, like politicians taking sunny vacations. The river flows, as deeps as a mind without censor,  trusting your family the least is as ironic as a blow to the head in the JF K Center. If you like macabre, I’ll whisper grim nothings into your ear so that you don’t hear anything. This is an archetype of fear, I’m the Carl Jung of poetry, when I took on Grandin I didn’t know I was going to start something more then a childish entity. I surpassed my hopes, my dreams, So I spat this shit, I dropped this poem, it fell like Rome, I’m nap to a thin tooth comb, this is so far out, but I want to zoom in on the description. In The clouds, they said, “Cancel the Noise, attention is the predecessor to suspicion. Don’t Look at Us For Redemption, stare at the abyss, so close to feel the flame’s tongue kiss. Grab your paper and pen, you will need it if you want this to ever end”

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