I’ll take it from here

Can you Feel the Flow? The fluidity, I fear that each line has its own original identity. I used to dream of going to on a big vacation, poor so forget it, thought about horseback riding instead of the Caribbean but the closest thing I got was watching pornos with sybians. Don’t say anything, but I’m beginning to sharpen, be fearful and disheartened because my body is weak but my mind is a Spartan

Do you feel the Anger? I spoke in Tongues, First it was direct publishing, now I’m flourishing after I mugged the industry, some people question my ability after they question my history, I answer in story and in mystery, I want to show you what Glory means to me. Your dealing with a poetic virtuoso, so much rage that I spit evil, this was the moment when I didn’t feel well, this wasn’t the life that I wanted, this felt like hell.

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, now everyone be silent for the boy with the shottie

In The clouds, they said, “Fuck 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”

My Grandma told me it was the dreams i had to chase, to drop bombs on the horizon im so eager to erase. Ten years later murder was the case.
Assimillate the vocabulary to decimate, i told her i wanted to get my cut, she said to mutilate. If this book takes over, Grandin can legislate. Never hesitate to pontificate, never humiliate just eliminate.

 

Sospedos

Negative man
I’m a negative man, in a blabbering scene so let’s be real
Taking care of documents, library of god’s word
I’m discouraged wide awake
But falling asleep

One day i blow up

One day, one more day without love
Don’t kill me
Don’t say those things

Just spare me in this wilderness

Spare me in City Light
because before i wrote this night

General Divide

Where is my Life? Where is the Light? It’s the acts of children that deride the mind

 

Every loss and mistake I try to retrace is perpetuated by the lack of design

 

I replaced all the glass when I realized hope had returned in rivalry Nothing is so precious or vulgar, as my innocence every loss and mistake, I try to retrace has brought me back to the mirror Where is the light? I want to see clearer tonight where is the Light? It’s the pressure of a lifetime that allows me to sleep I regret, all the dissidence that clouds my regrets It’s the act of violence that we refuse to realize Teenage Minacity swarmed in complicity Life hangs in the balance, and I’m searching in silence My response is in violence

 

The pain is far too intimate, and its act of children that helps us be careless alone

 

I accepted all the failures as the kings confessed destroying my kingdom and leaving me in absence It’s the silence of children that choose what is right It’s a shadow of light, a piece of plight that is passion for our failures now

 

God discuss your faith, we are not here for life but to erase This is a chase for the lack of sympathy The emotions that are missing from my listing, I set fire to empathy And watch my friends burn under the light Every loss and mistake is clouded by my judgment Where is the Light? It’s the loss of childhood that leaves us alone The Light? It’s the forgotten children that poise me for my disaster Can you find my Life? I am so Alone

 

I am set in strife, the friction is my detention

 

My dissension is to soon, I know I’m going to die

 

Where is the light? I miss the jubilant sights

 

It’s the acts of children that conflict our lives

 

 

This Girl

This girl,
Still on my mindMy heart was to heavy with you inside
But now it’s to damn light and i feel like i could glide
Please baby hold me down again

This girl,
Lost in my late night nostalgia
Reviewing old messages of hope
Her skin against mine would make me glow 
I feel just like a kid he just won’t let it go
Because life is to slow without you in it

I’ll fight and never feel complete
I just can’t let it go
This girl is so beautiful within her flow
Life is a puzzle, and i just can’t seem to figure it out

My Life

Yo, nearing the image of suicide growing up in a world where my drink of choice was cyanide, you think I lied, this poetry harder than most writers who have lived or died
Writing with blood dripping down my arm trying to disarm my mind before I dismantle everything in my body, my head down gripping a shotgun, out here they don’t have funny names, because in these parts they don’t play little stupid games

Even these parts, walking around skinny with scratches on your wrist, wearing hand me down jeans laced with your little brothers pissed

Your face…stained with my and daddy’s fist

They were going to fornicate or get drunk quit before they got real mad and they’d start into a violent fit
this is real life, making weapons when you’re three

My eyes so closed I had teach myself how to see, while I got judged for my pants that didn’t match the tee

In a rich little school where looks were the key

Hated by my own race, it came natural

Listening to metal that sounded a lot more factual

Rocking my body back and forth with my walls splattered with blood, my back covered in sweat and going downtown with my life being my first bet

Some said quit the sad talk, be happy

With my teeth all fucked and my hair still nappy

How was I supposed to have a chance, born with a predisposition?

I’m not strong enough to keep seeing my dad’s dead body or listening to my mother flipping

 

The music sounds like an orchestra, waiting my for mom to hit me with a nice hard slap and my dad out of the corner of my eye, wielding a baseball bat
My aunt Cleo said she knew what was going on, but she was to busy watching the game to even Yawn

Injuries matched with inconsistencies, I tried to make myself a different entity

But I was so from it, I didn’t just free fall I gunned it

Feeling like massacring everything and everyone around me, but I loved them to much to see, the amount of pain that I had grown to relive and give on paper

Scars as long as your intuition, looking for a friend

Screaming holding my ears as a pre-teen waiting for the brutality to end

Forced to defend and now I’m subjected to therapy

With some old white woman named Marty telling me to go and school and learn all types of fancy grammar

My words have the Killswitch and the pencil is the hammer

Looked down by most as a heathen and some a fiend

Killed before I even became a teen, the smell of the mop on the floor with the blood curdled up by the door

Get scared during movies, feeling weird when seventeen year old boy is a virgin, expected to become a whore or at least blow something up wearing some type of turban

They say they understand me but the most they could handle is my description being a little bit urban

If this is to dark, I dare you to not proceed

Because for once I’ll be the mouth and you’ll be the meat

Metal

I’m trying to captivate you

Yeah time is relative so I don’t think you understand that I can’t stand next to another man

Long lost love and living losing much more everyday

 

I try to believe in you

But god damn I’m just your biggest fan longing for you when I can

And I’m scratching so hard right now

 

Can you see my little eyes?

Did you hear me, can you see my little eyes staring at you as the time defies and in the forest the wolves scream and cry, listen to me now so you can hear me die

 

I’m not a part of you, I’m not your friend

I’m just your little slave, listening to your odds and ends

You shit on me, when? That Depends

Whenever it’s convenient for you, whenever you want

All you do is flaunt

But when I’m dead and gone

You’ll become gaunt

I’ll be the setting sun and the moon will haunt

I think it’s bad now, wait until it really begins

Wait until the night whispers…

…And the noise descends

 

I’m not something odd, don’t believe in your god and just losing my fucking mind listening to you cry and whine hearing the same god damn lines, you are shit and when I hear your voice in your little fits. I’ll light you on fire and put you out with spit. I’m not no fucking motherfucker, you heard me twice and you’ll hear me again, you treated me so bad and we aren’t next of kin

And
I might just burn in sin but at least I know I’d leave this world with one less loose end

Rebel

 

Rebel

My ascension will provoke anxiety but I have a shrink, chaos in the horizon but I refuse to blink, refuse to think, how I came alive after each disaster, I stay safe because my dreams preach just like a pastor

They insisted on calling me MC Socrates, for the rawest flow of the philosophy, drip dropping these and spitting so harshly that the atmosphere is due for apologies. Ophthalmology, my rhymes are college bound destined to major in astrology

I say, kill the noise I’m trying to read, about these information age gladiators conversing with me, as if I would seize the opportunity, as they mistaken the nights silence for some sort of hypocrisy, but politics had no play, no diplomatic immunity today

Just News to say, bypass the outlets and fools, fill up on vegetables especially the peas, mastered any pattern that’s in between A and Z, god locked me in my chamber but I had already stolen the key. This battle is Jr. King vs. Mini Me, do you think happiness is the antonym to my strife, I’ll die for what I believe then live a fake life

Should I climax to create the calamity, or the let everyone else balance modern laws in this world’s insanity. They set a spotlight to our flaws

They wouldn’t stop at our information so they broke our jaws

Without speech there is the greatest language, strongest cause is created out of anguish

Rhyming patterns are the infrastructure in bulk

The Rebel, through devastating storms I base my life upon with the portraits and statues I sculpt

With desperation, I wonder if I missed daylight and the birds had sung

The taste of fear, on my tongue

So I left for the area where the sky was blue, deceived them enough to believe I was from the Metro area of Timbuktu

My holy grail was a picture of something inappropriate I drew

People acted like I spoke in tongues, they feared my scars, frowned as I put smoke in my lungs

I felt like I wanted to declare war on the young

Wondering if this is why the politicians need so many guns! Pleaded with a plot, I observed my life all day

I had epic conservations with big words, because I had nothing to say

The music was the same old melody and even that wouldn’t play

How can I live defeated by my own constitution, I blamed my problems on the new pollution

I wanted to grow wings, and be part of a spiritual revolution

I hate people who wear their sun glasses because they think they are so bright

Never understand censoring the violence when every day I live it

I acted tough, tried to try, each day was another reason to die

Still judged as an outcast of my family, my mind was no longer parallel to my sanity

I entertained therapists with my calamity

Spat volatile and unnecessary amounts of profanity

Depression tried to kill me, not with one assassin, but the whole fleet

When I lost, it wasn’t the defeat but the purpose; I had an army and all of its analogies at my feet

I never paused, I’d never retreat

How should I end this, put my life on repeat?

Fast forward the nonsense, and find something to keep

 

 

Da Da Da (Transcending Hearts)

I see the air to keep on moving as the sounds are gloomy but the music is grooving

I want to believe that this taste in my mouth isn’t that bitter

I’m in love with a shadow that’s a lie stranded under the night sky

A Girl who hates the simple things and is so special she occupied my mind

The pain she has been inflicting made me feel like a victim

And I feel like a little lost child, but then I realize I’m the chosen one

So look in my eyes before I run

My memory has notes on a scandal, I’m breathing in the air of a lost night desperately trying to find a pattern among the screams

The stage and the beams overcome me as my soul leaves my body

I saw my love from a distance, and even as the dark nights cease

I realize my heart may not know its part, but the pain got leaner when you were by my side

I remember a lovelorn creature scrambling to be free, with a heart that was to big for me

My love stayed down to the wire where the bad ones go, and she ran with me down a desolate hill only to fall to the bottom

Her last words run with me wherever I go, from the top of the stars, to a sky that is blue, to the snow of a windy mountain or drowning in a river

She was my last thought, as I was baptized by rejection

I know the night would forewarn me but a day would come when this hex and curse would let me free

I smile in the mirror remembering the past, and thinking about a future

She set my world on fire, but someday another will burn it down

The nights when my body was numb and I dreamed hard and shot high, my hand passing through clear skies

Sometimes my heart sinks like stone, and I wonder when I will roam

When the days will engulf my chest and I will once again be blessed

I’ve been ruined and tarnished, only to be reborn as the representative of lost hearts

I miss the days when my heart would beat so hard I’d feel like I was dying, when I’d wipe off her tear as she was crying

But those memories have a time to go

I shake off the nonsense and stand on the edge wondering whether there is a way back home,home to all the pain and the dishonor, I wanted to show everyone I know that I was going to make it home

I went to hide from whatever is broken, that reaps through the wild wide ocean tide

And as I glide,all the love in past won’t hurt inside and maybe it’s time to go and be something greater then I’ve ever tried, and I don’t want to hurt your pride,but maybe its time to just fly?