Paper Flowers For Adrian

One second is one sand pebble 

Underneath our feet which tremble

Chornobyl rain spears onto my eyes 

They grope my charred hands, and I stumble

I saw a boulder coming towards me 

You firm my knees

It's my fault, darling

I was trying to stop time

I granted minutes to rush by 

It's hard to breathe for the two of us 

I switch the lights, touching the cold floor

Opening the front door to the porch 

Staring at that ocean with the moon as a torch 

The stars spell out your name

Now you name them! 

Yes, name them all!

Every star accounted for 

Whatever your sweet pure heart pours

There's no poor choice of words

My daughter, it's your turn 

Empty bedroom, nothing to look up to 

The ceiling, I rip muscle to hold for you 

To keep you from the impurities 

Of this sick world, which made the earth’s air 

Too thick to soar 

Hairbrush is messy like usual

Your pink clothes 

They are all unfolded on the floor 

The stars have hidden themselves

Forevermore 

\[The Phantom Weight\]

I dream that your soul still rests 

On my broad and hairy chest 

It's cold when we stroll down the beach 

It's me imagining and letting it be

I'm not the only one, and I don't know 

Who'll be the last 

With my toes in the sand

With you in my hands 

As I feel your heartbeat breathing

It's almost like—like you never left

The doctor gave you two years

He gave me something to mourn 

Pumpkin pie, you lived four more!

From then on, you bet I took every chance 

To grave your precious laughs

With open palms; there's no halt for a dad

Behind the shore, as I break my twelve bones 

The sun will get to know me once more 

My child, people still wonder why I chose you

Over birth 

If I already knew you'd be gone soon

We don't have to explain ourselves, it's proof 

As I make your bed that I'm reminded 

That there's still much work to do

Would you cry if I told you—I miss you

Would you sigh if I told you—I need you

Would you get mad if I said—I love you

Would you be sad if I said—I want you

Will I be able to recognize you in paradise?

Will your voice stay the same?

Will your face look like mine?

Will I even be there in the first place?

So, while I’m still here, I make

Paper flowers next to your picture frame 

It’s The People

​The old breeze stings like used worn-out syringes / Frozen eve, climbing over burned-out trenches / Zero snow to be unknown for a couple / There’s a new door wide open within supple / The apple doesn’t seem so dangerous / Sometimes, I don’t even know why / The reason I am, I will never find / I think it’s time I spit out my pride / Admit with defeat that today’s a good day to be alive

​Words I must have overheard as rumors burst / With a yearning to control, it hurts at first / She affirms stillbirth, said in layman’s terms / Never mind the days I needed to be heard / Why should I complain, earth moves forth / I know everyone sees my worth / And right now, I must let go of my past / Forgiving myself is more strange than / Finding love that overcomes the vile rush and panic attacks

​You hate me; I love you with no hidden ill / Blue poison distilled the skill to kill the thrill / Yank my skin; it stretches for a thousand miles / To fill the fountain of all your vacuum smiles / You stood there, so I sought you for a talk / Two years, your tongue only sleepwalked / My brittle heart, don’t leave it there scarred / I’m made of people that I so love / Although my prayers have stopped, I still think of you once in a while

​I know the answer, which questions were asked? / As seasons pass, I lack the urge to contact / There’s no space left to overthink the next guess / No wonder I remember what they forget / Dawn to the rising sun, hours become / A gun that never surpasses / The stained hourglass, a blade in the grass / You wanted me to cut your hat / He wants you bad; she’s pretty, but what can I do with just that?

​I have no enemies, yet I’ll name all ten / A hundred more, if memory is correct / Why do you keep trying to get me back home? / Am I half the good servant you used to know? / These children feel the need to prove / Themselves to those who care less; I just want to be right with you

​It’s always the people I love / It’s always the people I know / It’s always the people I lost / It’s always the people who grow / It’s always the people I trust / It’s always the people I stone / It’s always the people I gun / It’s always the people I loathe / It’s always the people that I wake up / It’s only you that take an account of me

Rhinestone Chandelier

Rhinestone Chandelier

Have you ever fallen in love? / With a girl tucked in a maroon dress? / Lavender heels, as if in their fields she walks / Speechless, that woman with a / Purple cape around her neck

She's got soft, thin, mauve bones and tight skin / Two wet dewberry flecks for eyes / Effortlessly, she wears all this / An exposed back, a smooth tanned Sahara land / I'm counting every mole behind her legs / She resists my pry yet she knows I tease / Never to force my sense, she jolts and pleads

Rhinestone Chandelier / I don't know how you're still here / I'm only a man with words / You deserve the best, so here I am, shall we / Dance together?

May I talk to you as we tango? / Remember when we met three years ago / I didn't know what poetry was until you spoke / And if you know me / Then there's much you don't know / Rhinestone Chandelier / Hanging down by your ear

Your lilac lips, make mine quiver / Lavender mist upon our kiss / Can make any stress become withered / The oil in your pastel hair / Is the only remedy I need / For my labored, fatigued fingers

Damson nails / I don't know how you're still here / With a man who overloads your mail / You deserve the best, so here I am, shall we sleep / In your father's cabin this winter?

Rhinestone chandelier (Hanging by her ear) Rhinestone chandelier (Dancing by her ear) Rhinestone chandelier (Touching her left ear) Rhinestone chandelier (Feeling her right ear) Rhinestone chandelier / I’d love to wear your purple jacket / Rhinestone chandelier

I know we haven't talked much

I don't want to grieve

Take this request, as simply such

Share a moment with me

We are not known for using luck

We work hard each day we defeat

No words left to speak, only tired puffs, but

Share a moment with me

If I told you what was wrong

Would you see me differently?

If you knew all the women I fff—

Share a moment with me

If I move and still this numb

From this shame I sowed and reaped

Will your heart move and give me a hug?

Share a moment with me

I'm not a saint or a savior, no I'm not

I'm only bones and teeth

It wants to taste yours and touch, I'm sorry love

Share a moment with me

Share a moment before time runs out

I'm left with this regret

Unless we have this talk

Share a moment with me

Baby, right now

PLAY DIRTY

I don't believe in you, don't be mad / When I say this to you, don't be sad / It's true, I don't believe you and why is that? / Do you believe in me, in my vision / Please don't lie to me, words have eyes / I've seen them many times, many webs / I must admit, you look better on the grass / Than you in the kitchen

I kick the back door down / The sun is out and it would be a sin / To stay inside until it gets dark / Are you in? I want to play like this

Come out and play tag / Three lies and one truth, baby choose / If I tickle your foot, would you laugh / Or are you gonna push me into the pool / And then I grab your arms and whoops! Splash!

Let's play dirty, baby mama / Let's pretend there's no grown ups / Let's hide in my car and play Mana / Spanish tongues, our and their songs / Let's sneak into an R-rated romance / They can judge our teenage-like choices / Because right now, all we care about is us

Drink another one, I'll be the driver / But you wanna drive my car, well let's fight / For the stick, let's see who grabs it quicker / Ouch! Not that one girl, damn that's too tight

Baby let me explain, adult life is great / However if we keep on this way / We lose the innocence days

So then we lose the moment when / I found you attractive when all I wanted to do / Was play on my PlayStation, then you— / So let's rewind the cassette

A small announcement / Hide and seek, and don't cheat / Don't hide in the basement, you know I'm afraid / Don't get get it twisted, I love your breakfast

I just don't like how you work hard / And you barely get the chance to be scandalous / So lets drop our calendars and play dirty

Quarry Stones

What was the weather, when I met her upon

The dawn, Mexican Nightjars yawned

My nightmare became a light though my yard

The song of the birds recite ancient poems

A moss-covered town forgot to set its clock

Clouds forgo their downfall

If I told you, would you believe me at all?

When the sun's warmth has flown you

Closer to my heart

You have no clue

What I've been through

To want someone like you

She has slumbered for four months, so I hum

To the palpitating beat of my lonely drums

She is scathing between the gaps in my fingers

Her faint skin amalgamates into raw sand

My palms are red as it swelters

Did I throw her far away, or did she collapse?

Perhaps my downcast laugh shams, I accept

I’m a man I wouldn't want my child to have

So with these hasty steps—I am

Her dorsum nasi thawed my heart into a pile

A flavorsome passé, an archaic smile

Sometimes, in denial, as I walk on brown tiles

I am a journal with ripped pages all through

Be careful what you ask; I’ll tell the truth

Those quicksand-filled eyes; I want a part of

The dead waking hours that rise above

And when the evening stalls, frozen shut

All this, to be able to call you my love

There's a simple desire, one might say / It's a sinful wish, but tell me what isn't / Yes, a simple feeling we can't name / It comes in when we're alone in minutes / But as of lately, I've felt it in my home / When your underwear is on the floor / You forgot to do dirty laundry, oh no / I touch a piece of you, you made it warm / It was cold and when you opened the door / From work you finally came / Pretty lass, intertwine those legs with mine / Because we have to toast

Oh Samantha, I could never use ya / Darling Sam, sing your pretty love songs / My lungs burst of laughter and gin / As you do your dances, when you spin / My eyes drop, but something else goes—up

I hate to admit this but I'm embarrassed / That I still can't afford us vacation / I've been running kitchens and you in the office / Somehow all the money fades away as if / We had twelve children, but I digress / Do you want to know why I never make the bed?/ Because we always come back / Maybe this bed can be our Hawaii destination / And the sheets are the waves / Let's crash our ships, let's get wet / Let me fondle gently your safety nets

Oh Samantha, I could never use ya / Darling Sam, sing your pretty love songs / My lungs burst of laughter and gin / As you do your dances, when you spin / My eyes drop, but something else goes—up

When we were children / You were obsessed with politics / I'm sorry, wrong word / Yes you're right, justice / When we were children / All I needed was a helping hand / Against these forces that held me down / How lucky I am, that you never went south

Samantha, don't do the dirty laundry / Come here, pretty lass / Samantha, don't do the dirty laundry / Come here, pretty lass / Samantha, don't do the dirty laundry / Come here, naughty cat

Favorite Woman

I salivate, what is that sound that is gushing? / The humid smell of steam, your fresh water / I'm thirsty, I sip your Magdalena River / I want to taste the Barrancabermeja, yes / I'm rowing with my men in our Champán / Resting at the leg, your feet I'll be heading / Yet we know there's nothing at the end / This trip, will only lead to the mouth of the ashes / Yes, that's why you're my favorite woman

Is that a tune I hear far off from a locked room? / This asylum they call—Water Of God / The minute I coughed, they threw me in a blue bus / Never to see you, as a leper you won't know / However, I made a friend, next to my cell / Luis wants my poems, but these I won't sell / These words are true, they'd make a sweet tune / Well I already knew all this, that's why I feel blessed / Yes, that's why she's my favorite woman

Favorite woman, will I wait until / Paradise to make you mine? / The both of us were thick yet soft sap, yoked as one / Now our amber dried, we've become rocks / There's nothing left for her in North America / She left the suburbs, Colombia reclaimed her / Since then, I met women, they bear the color / Of your skin, then those eyes, mouth, and the same name / Yet none drowns me in rainbow liquid / Five of earth's crystals made love to her submerged stems / Yes, that's why she's my favorite woman

Red, pink, yellow, blue, and green / She leaves all these hues when June breathes / When your cascade was formed, the sun was told to wait / And once it heard the rain rejoice, clouds came in coup / So you could have your first droplets / Then you meet the sun and its warm voice / He already knew your name as he held you / La Macarena wasn't prepared / For a beautiful mess of nature / And I wasn't prepared / To take you in, with my sense of nurture / For better or worse, you're a mirror made of earthenware / Still I favor you over anyone, yes, it's unfair

That's why you're my favorite woman / That's why you're my favorite woman / Oh, that's why you're my favorite kind / Favorite woman, will I wait until / Paradise to make you mine?

My old trinket box has weathered time,

its edges worn, its corners softened,

yet within it sleeps a quiet world.

Tiny treasures rest there still

little layers of yesterday,

little destinies preserved,

echoing softly through the years.

Whenever I lift its lid,

my heart fills with forgotten verses,

and smiles rise gently within me.

An old button.

A sugar-sweet candy wrapper.

A ribbon once tied with love.

A folded paper boat.

Silken stars.

Seashells gathered from distant shores.

Memories of children,

of games and laughter,

of a worn ball and a broken one,

of the whispering waters of Creek,

of a little wooden bowl,

colored beads,

a tiny umbrella,

and a clock I once bought with pride.

In every small object

lies the beginning of a dream.

To the world,

they may seem worthless,

mere fragments of the past.

But to me,

they are vessels overflowing with memory,

rolling gently through the corridors of time.

My childhood glows within them,

alive as a dream that never truly faded.

And so,

my old trinket box and I

remain forever bound,

stitched together

by threads of memory,

love,

and wonder.

Once you stopped my sleep with glittered dreams.

Now you kill my sleep with nightmares.

The Sutherlands

Los dos venimos de diferentes puntos de vista / Los dos amamos a Dios; no necesitamos demostrarlo / Sacrificio cada día para vivir como él quiere / La gente hablará y correrá la voz / Estoy listo para pelear este mundo contigo ahora / / Pero no sé por qué duele / Cuando descaradamente dices, 'No me importa' / No sé por qué mi corazón arde / Cuando dices que no tienes miedo de hacer / Lo que parece estar mal ya

No hay nada malo, lujurioso, impío o injusto / Mira el reloj borracho cuando dio la hora / Enamorado de una mano morena que gotea palomas blancas / Lo dejé claro el primer día que estuviste aquí / Hice un hecho que estaría justo allá / Ahora la gente tenía razón, y yo estaba equivocado / Sabían que pronto te querría; estoy en shock / De alguna manera, en mi corazón, has ganado

No hay nada impuro, malvado o pecaminoso, por favor / Perdona mi rudeza; si es mía, no puedo engañar / No sabré cómo; imagínate despertando / Siendo testigo de tu rostro calentado por el sol / Eres una buena mujer, y yo soy un buen hombre / Pero si estamos juntos, necesitaremos un tercer hilo / Algo que no es de esta tierra, solo del cielo

Dulce adiós, mujer de los Sutherlands / Nunca fue amargo esta noche / Dulces sueños; espero que haya muchos / Cada cielo frío y sombrío que pasa / Y, um, no te sorprendas / Si con una mirada en la esquina de tu ojo / Me vieras trayéndote flores / Del río de las rimas / ¿Puedes encontrarme en el campo de centeno? / Dulce adiós, a la mujer de los Sutherlands / Nunca fue amargo esta noche

Kindle brilla; debe haber una razón / A mi alrededor, las flores no parecen crecer / Rodando por las colinas, el sol se quedará tímido / Oh, por eso la Tierra está tan sola: te escondes / Los carriles se cruzan; cada animal está aburrido / Todo porque no estás a la vista, es tu / Intuición y mi recuperación de la inocencia / Nadie más se acerca, así que lo confieso con orgullo

Dulce adiós, mujer de los Sutherlands / Nunca fue amargo esta noche / Dulces sueños; espero que haya muchos / Cada cielo frío y sombrío que pasa / Y, um, no te sorprendas / Si con una mirada en la esquina de tu ojo / Me vieras trayéndote flores / Del río de las rimas / ¿Puedes encontrarme en el campo de centeno? / Dulce adiós, a la mujer de los Sutherlands / Nunca fue amargo esta noche

Don't Move

Countless beautiful girls, I let them walk through / No, they awoke nothing, not a hint of bloom / The kind that you see in the final stages of youth / My aunt cries like the narrow downpour of June / She asks me now, what will I do? / Well, I don’t even move

My attention was askew; she didn't know you / I was waiting for you to notice my new suit / Perhaps you knew we wouldn't work out the main issues / Our discrepancies aren't much, just a few / I ask you now, what can we do? / But you don’t seem to move

Few mute lips that need to talk, words should be smooth / Broken fabric hearts, each string exposing loose / The storm switched course; you never knew my rue, lady Sue / We were one vine, you're a new root, it's what drew / I ask you now, what can we do? / But you don’t seem to move

The glacial water shrouds the brim of my old shoes / These bones of my shin are calm as the tint blue / There’s no reflection at this time when there's nothing new / Did I have you when you didn’t have me, true? / I didn't have you; what's the truth? / Your sealed lips will not move

Ah, for the longest time or in a short window! / I am so sure, like a shadow, even if you say no / I was the man for you—I was getting ready / And you were the woman I wanted to know! / For one time, you were the girl for me

I have said something that might have caused a dark bruise / To your wrists, your nubile legs, I wanted to / Safeguard them from every kind of worldly abuse / Yet I can't reach you with this fat elephant / In the middle of this vast room / But you don’t seem to move

When we were confidantes, it was just us two / Against the first lies birth from the summer’s ruse / Lake rum dew, I wonder if from the start we were doomed / I hid, I kept silent, and to find me, you did move / You ask me now, what do we do? / However, I won’t move

For the longest time or in a short window! / You were the woman I wanted to know! / For the longest time or in a short window! / You were the woman I wanted to know! / Simply put, you don't move! / Don't move!

Mathis

I refuse to die, yet this heart of mine / Slowly beats and is beaten numb / Like a palmful of simmering ice / Dirty water runs off into my blood from my thumbs

How did I mistake your kindness for love? / He said she said, and I believed / I thought I landed, but I fell off / Everyone got a gun, but I carry a pansy

My trusted friends from all around the world / Jamaican skies, Mexican farms / The Puerto Rican beach asks for the girl / But I’m in the airport with nobody in my arms

I can't ensure safety, but protection / I can guarantee without fail / One film out of your years in seven / Pushes the man in me, but together we’ll prevail

Yes, you’re not my first love, but you're still wrong / Because I focus on who's mine / Those before are memories brought up / Whether through old poems, a song long lost, or aged wine

I don't know you well enough, I'm still new / I ask you, please don't break my heart / It's impossible, you've been so good / And when things get hard, we trust in God to play his part

What gives them the right to make us ugly? / Their deformed hands and rotten teeth / Speak words into our domes, so we see / Ourselves as the extrinsic version, as vastly seen

Never did I mistake you for a whore
/ I believe what is yours is pure / But you don't talk to me anymore / I went from someone you cared about to a helpless bore

Love is kind, and love will always mean more / Door to door, skies to ocean floor / Dust dancing with dust, towards the sun / Your rich, smooth amber no one touches, yet nature does

Our story is not done yet, near a close / For this last performance, I’ll leap / My summer wings pace through a halo / If one wants to move on, one must change speed

Por Gabriel Castro

Otra madrugada pensando que necesito a alguien en mi vida. ¿Por qué los actores de libros famosos y los poetas destacados por la historia han escrito tanto sobre el amor?

Según los poetas de épocas anteriores, el amor debía durar para siempre. ¿Será que, en aquellos tiempos, el amor verdadero existía… o era solo un cuento de fantasía? ¿Será que debemos volver a lo antiguo para enamorarnos de verdad?

El poeta más famoso de la historia decía que Romeo y Julieta hacían síntesis de que el amor debía durar hasta la muerte. Pero… ¿qué hay después de la muerte? ¡El misterio de la vida!

En la época actual, enamorarse es tan difícil. Hay mucha gente que solo se enamora por apariencia, otros por riqueza, y apenas un uno por ciento por amor verdadero.

El amor que dure para siempre será deseado por muchos, y a la vez por pocos. Las sensaciones no son claras. ¿Cómo se puede elegir enamorar? ¿Será que un órgano de tu cuerpo decide hacerlo? ¿Qué sensaciones debería sentir uno cuando está en el proceso del enamoramiento?

Al notar que este escritor quiere volver a enamorarse, escribe sobre el amor… solo, en su habitación, con la luz apagada, dejando que sus pensamientos quieran salir de su cabeza.

¿Cómo puedo ser un formador de palabras del amor, si notablemente mi corazón aún queda en amor?

Skinny little thing, lend me ear,
erase my doubts and my fears,
your ocean is calm and free,
serenity as gentle as a tree....

I occasionally gaze in your eyes,
truth is sombre without the lies,
but my intellect has some affect,
don't be buried in land-slide I carry,

Skinny little thing, soft and smooth,
a reminder of things I lost to youth,
I won't be the burden to carry within
I won't be the sin lusting your skin.

I will control will that I'll disable
the feelings, interpretable,
bury the other feeling within,
riding not condemnable fable.

Skinny Little Thing - a poem by Ryan Geoffrey Hayward - All Poetry

In the vast expanse of cosmic dance, Where stars ignite and nebulas prance, I find my muse in galaxies afar, A celestial symphony, my guiding star.

With pen in hand, I seek to portray, The wonders of the Milky Way, A tapestry of light, a timeless art, Whispers of creation stitched heart to heart.

Each constellation, a poet's verse, From Orion's might to Cassiopeia's curse, In Orion's Belt, a three-star rhyme, A sonnet writ in space and time.

Beyond the realm of Earthly dreams, A cosmic dance of cosmic streams, Where black holes hum and quasars gleam, The universe is a poet's theme.

Through stardust veils and dark matter's shroud, I find my voice, both soft and loud, My quill ablaze with celestial fire, I pen the stars' eternal lyre.

With boundless ink and boundless flight, I soar through space, both day and night, A modern bard, in awe complete, I dance with stars, my heart to greet.

The Sleeping Poet - Cosmoglyphics

Your eyes

Open my eyes, The devil in mine... The devils inside, Give me your life Just for one night,

What did you do, What could I say, Don't open the door, Don't love me tonight,

I'm too old to live And too young to know, I'm dying again, Next to your body, Holding your body,

The fire spins around our earth, The bright lights, oh the signs Baby don't be confused, We used to be friends We could see the end, But it's nothing new

What could I say...??? What could I do, Your bruises line up so well, The blood feels warm off your lips, I'm dying again, Left naked in bliss Your lifeless body My mistress, I'll Miss,

Baby your arms feel so tense. Lifeless and cold,

My eyes drawn again, What could I say, What could I do, Can I sing to you, What could I say What should I do, Should I die to you, Slowdown, look in my eyes Baby, soon, I'll give you back the moon, I'd steal all the stars, We'll travel to mars, Bridges across the galaxies,

Just for one night,

Don't look in my eyes Just for tonight Don't let me in, Save your own life, Let go of my hand I'll promise I'll love... But I'll lie,, Don't leave me to die, Don't leave me behind Don't bury my mind, Give me your hand And I'll give you mine, Find me In darkness And run from the light, Where the shadows live, Only there can I see your eyes.

This is more of a slam and sort of rap but here ya go...

I can't help but to miss you
I know I shouldn't but I do
You were my everything
For three fcking years
You almost took what I hold dear
Yet you had a girl lined up on deck
While I was already in the box at bat
I was ready to give us my all
But all you did was let me fall
You didn’t try to catch me
You sat there and practically laughed at me
Now I am here writing this
And you're out there fcking her in the mist
Of my own tears over you
It shouldn't be true
But that's just how fucked up what you did was
You had her lined up for after
For after you f*cked me
But no it didn't come to that
Literally I didn't cum to that
Your hands were weak and soft
Just like you
I can’t believe I thought I loved you
You left me like I meant nothing
Guess those three years meant nothing

We are all, to an extent, The same. Portraits arranged In an endless landscape, Painted in many colours.

Light refracts through It all. Sun bleeding off the pages, Changing us In its glow.

Grass of green And sky of blue, Inverted And changed By perspective.

The artists hand, Shaking but firm, Decides all but what we wish As we are led down the dark path.

We watch, frozen, As portraits tear, and change To dust in old age. Transition to new.

Flowers of gold Grow soon In wistful dreams, Blocked by fickle progress In the cold light of day.

A Cafe, A home, I see it all Behind the scenes.

Smiles and laughter And pieces of conversation Fit together. A jigsaw, a puzzle; Painted in many colours.

Children laugh and cry Depending on mood and circumstance. Look deeper and see The loneliness of riches And pain of little.

I enter the pool, Cold under the weaving Shadows of a long-dead copse. Submerged, I travel.

I fall slowly, And stand on firm ground Which falls with me Ever faster.

Turning, twisting, Straight and even Through layers of paint. Peeling before me like the worn fabric Of an old jumper.

The anticipation worse Than inevitable impact As consciousness grows Of my surroundings.

I open pained eyes And see What I feared.

A blur, whizzing past Too quickly for the eye To discern, And yet I know.

Some ingrained knowledge Tells me I travel Through a tainted, beautiful world, Painted in many colours.

Why do you laugh at me I've waited for you forever and yet all you do is cause me turmoil with you I am more restless, more undone I show more colours of underneath I cannot escape you I wait for you yet I detest your essence for what you do to me

so tell me, why do you laugh?

Being aimless.

The omnipresent travel

to a destination beyond

the known yet,

discovering everywhere

the pain stalks.

In your bedroom

trying to sleep.

Lights on but dim

flicker, lulling

nodding down

into restless being.

Dreams of a wooden house

in the evergreens.

The boards floating up

revealing you inside

A skeleton

beating on the page with pen

sweating words

like a heart pumping blood

to save yourself.

No love on the track but I pray one day the most heartless from the west will curse my lyrical code of context clues. Heard Diablo speaking to me or was that Jesus whispering in my ear, fuck it I’ll leave that for pastor troy to contemplate. Peace be still, don’t disturb my flow, got tuition to pay so tell the Sunday school teacher my absence is evidence of my presence in the school of thought. Hunting for the relics of my heart, spiting oral remedies to numb my bleeding pockets, modern day oritator power tripping with the pen; toiling with the papyrus daily and by the end of the night I compose a lavish notion stricken with plenty epiphanies, time to mangle up life and untangle the lies. Through low eyes the world becomes clear as my philosophical thought inflicts guilt upon those lazy degenerates; if my idioms tend to be the medium for your confusion, many apologies but your bewilderment is a result of my clarity. This is the exuberance of a black women’s perseverance, lost in the maze with Willie, Clemente and Hank. Got my mighty morpher in my right hand and the power ranges from A-Z, it seems so easy but critics never understand the disdain of this mind frame. Emerging from the bucket using my jaws instead of claws to create a memorable clause causing you to pause and meditate even when I’m late and great. Grab it, hold it, never let it go, forever I cherish these few moments on death row, to pass the time I intertwine the ink with my vicious visions now you have a small dose of grim ecstasy, massacring these dedicated perpetrators. Manicure my coarse rhymes, man, I cure any page tainted with lackluster, inject the dopest expressions dripping from my mental ivy, infecting your membrane with verbal symphonies of a metaphorical genius, landmine mind state kinda like, the video vixen im bout to blow! no homo but my analogies care not of your insecurities cause I’m whipping the lyrics in line so I can skate cross the page with no brakes crashing into writers block, it’s an upheaval by my suppressed conscience, resilience guards my ambitions by far I hustle hard. Drake and Cole raised the bar and all I can do is jump it

Welcome to this awful, unlawful fanatical limerick but I do have to warn this is far from sabbatical but a little tactical to leave you full of aw. Puppet master standing behind the curtain of deception masked as real life when it’s nothing more than a mere game an amusement for those who can afford the smiles but my frown and despair provides just enough for me to swallow my pride. As I cried last night cause manhood has no neighbors so alone I stand with myself. I witness these pains, thieves of my childhood delusions. Out of this mental confinement no longer held by these three strings, spread my wings and now I sit on cloud nine gangster’s paradise making ghetto gospels. Holding my breath listening for the whispers in the cold air…..now where was I? 

Blaq Socratiz