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the nowi can only observe what only i have heard
stirred up blurs that swerve and return
murmurs and faint sounds and subtletys
did someone speak or am i hearing things
again and again i wanna know wtf was said
i wanna show whats in my head but no...
the highs and the lows only i can know
i throw myself for a loop a few times daily
im afraid my observation skills are failing
if i've portrayed anything less, im not saying
im propped up against a 2-way mirror
looking in on myself looking in on myself-
mash potatoes n dave-Ei get so paranoid i give myself a heart attack-
then i see secret messages when the shards crack back-
man i go hard and act wack-
see stars n fall on my back-
i cant feel my arms and legs and it frightens me as a matter of fact-
this shit whips me into a frenzy laced panic attack-
i spit shit that'll get messy ace and call it spastic rap-
it might even be a magic act-
a slightly genius drastic flashback-
im fightin these evil demons from hell who have come to drag me back-
so i said cut me some slack-
and then i busted some caps-
put my finger on the trigger then i pulled that motherfucker back-
that officially labels me a demon slayer-
you listening satan imma see you later-
make me some fuckin eggs and fry me some taters-
breakfast tastes like hell i cant wait for lunch later-
i love brunch man so fuck you haters-
yo i cut up some honeydew melon, any takers?
fuck that i want cake n make it devils food-
i bust raps for days its cake i represent it dude-
360 spun like full circles get
no need to explaindancing into the abstract, steppin' up the kicks and poppin' up with the collar, peep a mothafucka standin' alot taller... breathe in the new ways, ease the truth, no need to explain, this is shifting into the new image to ascertain... this is the new definition of bein' high, scrapin' the skyz, fulfilling a personal meaning of completeness in the eyez, cuz life likes to administer its unique feeling of surprise... rockin' it, preference is to fly, fly with the wind and the breeze and the lights, like it when they blink, i see style within mystique, feel it when words cause deep thinking... what others see as random and absent of meaning, only one has the ability and piece of mine/peace of mind to really see and feel the meaning, and i mean this deeply, this i know theres no need to explain but within me it carries just so god damn much meaning....
self-transforming machine elvesdon't get distracted
by the patterns of activity
as you climb-
keep soaring forward
until you blast through
to the other side-
a whole new world
where time is swirled
and the entities are so happy you've arrived-
speaking in objects,
you must remember their message,
because it will deeply affect your life-
the same spotthe mist of the meaning
i ingest what you're feeling
broken down like compounds
there's something about downtown
i aim to feel release
from defeat, these city's streets
invisible moving and shaking
this town ain't what you make it
it's nothing to trade your life for
sitting in the same spot every minute
just the same old shit, same fucking shit
sun goes up and down like a slow motion strobe light
in this battle if you don't know, don't fight-
versatile forms of lyrical functionsmixes in with the least of things
like the feverish heat it brings
standing there watching time slow
inside that stare its so well known
its all around its swirling out here
so it turns out i'm an imagineer
i disappear from faulty retrospect
never take for granted introspect
i suspect things always work out
or serendipity will dissipate doubt
how nice is perpetual high spirits
i'm fearless like, "i won't hear this."
only thing that i hold sacred
is the unimaginable way to take it
meaningful waves will flood you
words are real and ring the truth
never let fallacies slip and contort
face reality don't sell yourself short
remember to always laugh at shit
for this is all just holographic shit-
no floatconfused thoughts
is my bad habit
getting lost at sea
criss-crossing the Atlantic
through my brain
with torrential downpours
is my thinking
i wave goodbye
as i'm sinking-
agitatedthese random faces of insignificant specks
all drastically chasing their own shadowy deaths-
progression is stealing my breath, because a destiny of nothing left
has got me collapsing under the debt that i owe to myself
but theres nothing left-
theres nothing left, look through to me,
i got a few screws loose, but thats nothing new to me-
i'm agitated, over-imaginative, and lacking a sensible way to explain this
what the fuck is going on i cant take this
swervin' out my brain, burnin' out the day-
this is a nice way to see the night go away-
im thinkin ultra-clear but all signs say braindead-
im feelin' so vivid although my swayz stay faded-
lets see how many "wtf's happening"'s i got left: none-
this is why at times i dont mind clouds blocking the sun-
the entire sky can peep me leavin my gaze up there-
my tired mind needs peace due to drastic collapses of care-
nevertheless, my inner fire still smolders-
unaffected by the worlds gradually gettin colder-
i just shake the dust off my mothafuckin shoulders-
continue to rack my brain about a Golden Moment Smoker-
fleeting moments gettin gone in an instant-
see im right there but my lifes just lackin the live in it-
it is what it is, and this is all just poetic radiation-
"im sorry you had a bad dream" i said with a smile, and a heart racin...-
Master.My mind, my master.
My heart, a disaster.
Life's not going anywhere,
but it's definitely getting faster.
Denial (shadows the blackest parts of me)I am fearful to find the meaning
Of why I’ve become what I’ve become
Of what it means to be me
Still I peel off my skin
My eyes fill up with guilt
Of what I know I fear
I know what change is coming
As I tear away the layers
I surrender to the pain again
Whilst deconstructing my constructive self
My former repressed suppression
And as the memories come rushing in
I'm vulnerable and bare again
I see now why I hurt myself
Time and time again
I curse at a past I could not control
My ego laughs at me from afar
I am aware of my one true story
Wounded closure in my soul
I reach out towards the lucid lights
The ones I see outside
I now know myself enough to know
I am no longer a prisoner inside
There Are TimesThere are times when you must speak,
But you can't find the words.
There are times when you must love,
Though you can't find out how.
There are times when you must live,
Even though you can't do it now.
There are times you must listen,
Even if you can't hear a sound.
There are times when you must care,
Because life is a battleground.
Just a hugThe clouds blocking every star
as i look up into the sky.
Blue eyes glistening in the dark,
full of mystery and promise.
A whisper of something secret
under the early morning fog.
Alas, we say our goodbyes now.
You are not mine to keep, but his.
Everything i feel, and more,
pleading with me to kiss you now.
My arms around all that i want.
Holding you close, but yet, so far.
My love for you will endure this
promise that you will never know.
Made to myself, i cannot break.
You are not mine to have, but his.
Wishing for there to be no end
with all my heart and words unsaid.
Tomorrow forgotten for now
in these few seconds that we share.
As close as we can ever be,
time stops as we stand together.
In this moment you are not his,
You are mine to love and to hold.
Reverting BackFalling again from the cliffs of victory,
Reverting back to the old ways,
In such a fast pace
From our last place…
Why did it take so long for us
To realize our loneliness for good?
Maybe it is how we should
Live our lives.
No one expects a miracle to come true,
No one expects everyone to find me and you,
No one understands all that we've been through,
And no one believes in what we are going to do.
To feel for us there is no reason,
Or at least we do not know,
These winds are foreign,
Towards us they never blow.
To say goodbye to love we’re ready,
To enjoy our hearts beat slow and steady,
Away from pain, away from theft
And there are still so many colors left.
Vaya!Oh, dulzura, ¿realmente he estado equivocado?
Con aquella ruptura con mi lado más humano,
¿he errado? Mi alma estaba segura, mas,
¿a dónde me llevará mi interior desolado?
Quizás llamase y me fuese con poca fortuna,
poca es poco: mínima, a mala suerte condenado.
Quizás haya sido cruel, puede que de hambruna,
puede que obligase y puede que ahora sufra.
Pues, ¿qué soy ahora más que un cascarón?
Siento, mas solo siento a mi razón,
mi corazón está loco y yo, cuerdo. Aterrador.
Atiéndeme, demonios, ¿a qué me veo avocado yo?
¿Realmente he probado el estar a solas?
¿O he estado en ilusión? Alienado en mi rosas
sin saber qué sucede por mi ambición: loca.
Espero saber ahora dónde estoy en mi prisión.
UntitledI feel my lungs collapsing
I can't stop my head from spinning.
It hurts to breathe. I'm gasping.
I can't keep it down I find myself thinning.
I can't feel my hand.
It's numbing as I no longer feel my blood circulating.
I'm so dizzy, I can't stand.
"What's wrong with me?" I ask myself as I sit there waiting.
A room so cold on a bench too high.
My legs dangle from the stool with my hands on my thigh.
A tall man enters with too white of a coat.
Asks me questions and writes them as notes.
It's a mess.
I have no strength to get out of bed.
I have to focus to be able to breathe.
I feel pressure pounding on my head.
I'm scared. I don't understand what's happening to me.
Random Sugar Cubes"Sometimes the universe wants to be noticed and today, the universe decided to call to me in the form of your smile."
"Cloud mountains conceal"
"If you're a good learner, you'll be a horrible teacher, and, boy, am I good at learning."
Knowing the difference between yes and no
Uptight, straight board
Cheap smiles liquor lips
That's the best way to hide it"
head tripsclumsily synthetic, manufactured out of reasons
that are somewhat pathetic... head trips, even
when no one suspects it, always tend to
affect their own reflection. don't miss this opportunity
to learn a Golden Lesson, and to adjust and make
corrections. be aware, talk right. don't waste any
time forming false ties, propagating lies, or having
to wear a disguise-
*real people can tell whats real by looking
into your eyes. to you, this should come as no
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