B. 1

He goes from an adolescent caught up in the frame of a life in stills picture present.. That careless youngsta sees himself in the game, roll dice, with the will of a bigger essence.. Not that he feels any pressure for the effort, but he's dealed among things, one that head hurts.. That veil engraved on his face makes a case for the comforts.. You wouldn't be able to tell, cuz he shuns for tha thirst, when quenched, he clench's and it works.. Apart from all those who thought that they knew him, only he himself can draw up a pose, so fraught when they chewed 'em.. Gum-clapped, brows down low, they spun the shits that's whack whichever way he goes, not opposed but congruent, I suppose I write my shit, influence.. But you still digress the many work I stress, not fluent.. enough to make ya head dip, I dread in the ruins, not quite foul-mouth free, almost there, to be or not to continue..

T. 7

As stark as the world may seem, your harp is the way I serve up strings.. Both apart from the way it's seen, in rows and arc which sets the scene.. Strung from you yourself no act can dream, don't wake me, hopeless romance indeed.. My dream is wide awake like Barack Hussein, I've had my takes in a line of pain all gain redeemed.. No others are like two, individuality, you've got it boo.. For lovers it's wholesome truth, indivisible principality, like yours, amends and truce.. That smile and your nose, so composed, it's cute.. My trial in these notes, not pro, I'm through..

T. 6

A reason to just bounce, rock, roller skate.. Dysfunct, shocked, shoulda blade.. Brushin' 'em off, hopped out n about from the older ways.. Ain't no stops, just no replays.. death upon crimes, decayed.. Zip-tied mind locked up in asylumized grime, no re-spray can ever take that away.. Simmer down soils, lost child dirt up be devoid of, disposed, destroyed 'em.. Burned bridges, rehashed tippin' ash, blow smoke puff 'til it fidges.. Obsoletely used like an absolute muse, thoughts flourish and abused..

Heart to Know You

It is what it does, a throbbing heart, it ain't what it won't, last apart.. First to catch a beating, a bloody rush, last to be deceiving, persistent nerve gush.. Feelings is just feelings, so says I am, but the red does things that passion can't.. Lust is another, do doth in grams, like a temporary high, those one night stands.. A fling, fvck is that, flirtatious beings uneventful two night jams.. When you swing, hell fvck that means, take those keys and ride off a cliff, tell that shit to 'Stan'.. An open, don't even get me to sit with you there, fall back point blank, I fvckin' swear.. You musical sex partner ho's, don't need to know, can smell a skank from a mile or so.. That 'long-throated mistress waitin' on that milky whisper', aha, wait wait.. Just can't take it anymore, It is what it don't, a ravaged heart, It ain't what it wants, to push restart..

T. 5

Where art, fuck thou, thee in disdain, where do I start, and how, I cannot even begin to explain.. It's the inner confliction, a road less paved war torned addiction.. To the conscience at battle with the man in front of a mirrored rendition.. Pieces mend when reaction has stemmed.. From an old soul, the stitchings are hemmed. Past presently folds, though, scar tissue may mold.. Cope with the fact it consumes the very nature, last hope.. It eats you alive, nightmares eyes wide.. Flashback n forward when it catch you can't ignore it..

Karl Van Dy Heng

Self-Righteous, Trick

Yesterdays tomorrow is today's ambitions, got my foray into psychotherapy babble, ignition.. Headstart in the flame, we all spark interest.. One's I wonder, fuck one eye blunders, one look, she can beat you down with thunder.. Cat's roar, one over arm elbow under.. That's fuck to you, in a language listed as none other.. Way I see it, you're such a fuckin' cunt herd of it.. All groomed to be another blunt bird and a bitch.. Flocks of a feather, get picked, be it whether, or not you got the package of a wet scourge when it slips.. Savaged ass bitches, meat flanked by some fairy tale ragged fuck the riches.. Hell, Mary said hail to her taxi ass trunk, pump some life in it, you get to ride 'til it's dumped.. I get the attraction, self-preserving satisfaction, you minus fun gets the half of the have nones.. That equates to me being if ever I was the last one.. You'd still pick the trigger that needs no gun, shit, you pointin' at yourself, go 'head have fun.. And done.