Feel

Positive outlook, like stale pages in an old book. You must've looked, read a couple skipped a chapter. Herein lies the lines of stolen data. You must have given up on that which matters. You must have come across the awful answers. And in recovery came up empty handed.. it never happened. Sip through the sickness, just sick enough to witness. A solemn stare that taught us of disinterest. Now dinners served. You didn't speak a single word. That empty house became nest for the birds.. it's so absurd.

Capture Beauty?

Can one capture beauty with the camera
The poem, the postcard, the antlers
Branching out, reliving the age of phantoms
Strength shone like Bruce Banner

To transcend, proceed, undo, re-read
It's all a new dawn while I breath
I usher in a new understanding with this pen
Unleash the ink to flower and stem

Revitalized by the core of the word
The world, the intricate, the delicate
Absurd and pestilent, blessings upon you
Open minded, take a dip, fondue

Gaining traction, candlestick lit
Wick tip drips and the wax dries sits
Sealing the package, like a kiss both lips
Meeting another, so glad you exist

Ecstatic just to merge in the moment
Bottleneck stiff so we just blow past it
Making good use of the suddenly spastic
Raw materials, ash, spit, plastics

Well Wishes

Hope your happy friends and family
Physics push the pull of gravity
Xtra syllables within the sentence
Skipped on past honorable mentions

Just at peace for current moments
Checking in with truth, atonement
Even when lifes getting nappy
I hope your happy friends and family

We enter into our new phases
Astrological locations
Heal up rest up countless battles
War chant, shrill cries, shook and rattled

Post up on the corner streets
Tear down defence build a keep
Enter inner radiance
Magnetic magnificence

I could write till pages full
Pencil short, led getting dull
But instead I type in text
Knowing that it all connects

Holler at the thunder strike
Even demons have shelf life
Humour found inside reality
Hope your happy friends and family

Where I'm at

I've ventured to places far off the map and crumpled the paper upon compleating the draft. Spent time from home with some souls mismatched, though it beats hanging high with aristocrats.

I'm at a point in my life, thoroughly stated.
And also perceived, you can see that I'm stationed. I've got pain, and my dreams also intermixed. I've got rage and desire when I need a fix. I continue, and maybe for the love of it, or maybe just an avoidance of loneliness. See it comes to a halt when the hail storm hits. And ill rise out the vault when that tumblers shift.

At times I feel shallow, not so straight and narrow. Invoking fear in the wild like a scarecrow. I'm so uncondusive an awful pollutant until I see through this route of confusion. Damn. All of this when I started so strong just a dance slow and stiff then I'm suddenly gone.
Dissapearing isn't to become invisible, its to have feelings peak while they are minimal. Its to let life slowly creep from in front of you and instead what's ahead becomes number two. Damn.
Its to lose sight and focus and be traumatized. Its to feel low and empty and act dramatized. Its just where I'm at, where I'm planning to stay. My day becomes filled but little fills me. But I guess at its end that That's alright I never did have much an appetite. And at the end of it all ill pay the price, hit the switch spit the gift and connect back with life. If you have another opinion you can put it on ice. I'm not arguing the difference of the black and white.

Scribble Scribble

Hey.. like-what-can-I-say ??
I love to write the tales of life
I tend to lean towards black and white
I'm living long but is it right?
I need to pray to gain insight

Tops of peaks
Mountains and valleys
If you don't feel it
I say "f*** you" gladly
Happily, readily, steadily
This my element, this is where
perceptions breed

I saw you on a ten speed
And thought about my lifes pace
I gain momentum slowly
It then becomes a tight race
I sometimes take the light rail
Because it comes with light rates
Other times I'm in space
Surfing on these light rays

Yo, and the story needs a sequel
A ending that suits it
Your mind might compute it
Make it sound accurate,
Story lines mastered quick
Predictions tend to make me sick
Put on a track and let it skip
Throw a coin and watch it flip
All of that's irrelevant

Cause I'm dodging the draft
I'm floating the current, riding a raft
Half of what I say is meaningless,
The other parts have a mass
They have a source of gravity
That sources from the melody
Rock heavenly this moment may be perfect
Totally blissful
Riding on from line to line
Giving you a fistful
Of new ideas that'll sooth the drought
Now excuse me, rains got it figured out

Rain and Hail 17

Drafts get written
I'm past tense tripping
Dances fringing like linen clothing
In always roaming maybe forever
As if eternity could sprout this mustard seed
I write till I bleed expressing all the passion
The wits and the phantom spirit that feeds
I need I need I need
Maybe I want
Warmth like an palm holding yours in mine
The flow expressive the notes are cheap but the message expensive always so pensive till the seal breaks along with the fences
The blaze makes an entrance and triumphs intensive like lamps and lanterns brought deep in mysterious caverns.
Shit this might be the rapture. Entering my dream state anyways I'm lucid living lavish in a dreamscape. It'll be okay maybe even gracious the quality of human being breaking out the matrix fuck a running aces soul sucking phases! I'm ready for the latest. Maybe not the greatest yet... Get me there. Get me there. Get me there.
I'm insnared and I'm hardly believing that things improve with time and the passing of seasons. Love it or leave it. At least it was scenic. The trees flow through me the grasses grow greener. Till it got wrecked rough and kinda fd up. I guess solar pled was the next test to give up. Proper timing and imoroper aligning the universe speaks but often its signing. Every cloud has its own silver lining. Behind them all the suns shining a river is widening.

Summer

I mean... what it look like I came here for?
Feel the bass in the place when you open the door
Feel your face when the mic lays you out on the floor
Like a stone in a lake breaking waves unto shore

I mean.. I've had a few double days before
But this rap shits a gift so I thank the lord
It's not often that I feel over worked
Tho fucking with the flow will get your feelings hurt

I mean.. just wait until the moment bursts
I mean.. time to rise up from the dirt
I mean.. Use your mind to unwrap the verse
cause when it's fully clothed you can't quench your thirst

I mean..

I said
Once twice now the beat stops, straight to the beat box.
 Bodies sway like wind through the treetops.
 We the MCS, key to the operation
Each with his specialty for communication.
Entertaining its an elegant art form
So step to the side while I preach from this platform
Thoughts are unformed motions are unborn
I speak with a gift that will hit like a hard storm


In the meantimee continue to write, off hours and the pen bleeds dark as the night
Going through the motion that ain't really my type, I'm observant of purpose,
that my motive is right
I said..
I drift to sleep under beats and breaks
I said
Falling fast  because I've got dreams to chase
I said
Can't toss over past mistakes
You have to know that you hold what it takes, and that's fate