G. 21

City lights on flicker, flashbacks paint pictures, head on the hood of a black and white, everythang I's taught, contrasts the night my filter.. Caskets and cremations, raffles against three nations, one for God, one for death, last one left splits on a one way, torn between my patience.. Villainize an upbringing, turn around got luck swinging, ball and chain, dangling, one shot to keep this much from dreaming.. Driven by life on the edge, another day, another ledge.. Rectify the numbness, recurring pain has won this, a smile is a smile until you ask and knock conscience..

G.18

I pray to God, I'm on my knees, a tear drops, so helplessly.. Do you hear me, I'm all alone, I'm fetal proned, please help solve my pleas.. Confused and numb, this face won't show, reclused and glum, my feelings stowed.. No family, no friends, no supporting cast of characters, they won't amend.. I've built myself from I, no others guide, each strife I take is a head on collide.. If you hear me give me strength to plow ahead, for this body has been through hell and back, my scar runs red.. For every rejection, neglect, and dread, I'm thankful for Sokkomany, she motivates and propels this head.. If you feel me God, take my pain and anguish, diminish the thoughtless thoughts and drain away agony, let it vanquish..

G.15

Oft I wonder, do you strike fear when loved, goddess thunder.. Shockwaves reverberates the nerves, murmurs by the numbers.. Clashing conflicts unecessarily vomits when push comes to purge.. That's the down under.. From up-top, there's a middleground, one with the verb.. 'cause action speaks louder, to something so absurd.. Oft I notice, when struck by an arrow, its motives and soforth, something we all yearn.. Is it life worth searching for, or one of many burns.. The defining instance may pass, just another odd number, whomev may concern.. Know that this is yours, if we ever come to terms and/or more..

G.14

The sound of enlightenment walks before your eyes, what you see what may you feel, a path in that I.. We seek but of the same, no pain in disguise.. To annihilate anguish, and breach our very skies.. The outer most reach, the depths of your desire.. Peach fuzz, a feat of the week drug, hyper-drenaline feeding off the wheat buzz.. Spark of the fire.. The friction I heed may be a lesson, admire.. Adhere to those with intent to bestow, knowledge to the temple, das empire.. Database of logics, where common sense deposited and creativity grows..

G.13

Imagine that, accepted as is no preconceived notions when you walkin' towards me, don't look back.. A judgmental frame is too hard to maintain, I prefer the inner half.. She has the smarts in her veins, when she barks ain't no playin', quick with it, snap snap.. Someone who loves what she does, uplifted, my drug.. Dap for dap.. May you switch up the game, let 'em know you by name, that's that.. Roses be red, violets the loyal, this art hath bled, treat you like royal.. God's gift to thee, a seekers token and joyful.. Oft-outspoken the minute she goes blue, not having to guess, we'll guzzle stress and vomit truth.. Put our cores to the test, make promises and adore our youth.. Battle each others commonality, would you bore or sight the proof..

G.12

It's been a while, but I miss when a girl smiles genuinely.. Through the fad, the truths been had transparently enough to fullproof her swag.. A thinker of such, the one you get approved from dad.. She has the heart of a queen built up from rags, the keen eyes of a seamstress, stitcher gone mad.. Tailor tilt, each and every step I gasp to, those legs n stilts complement that ass (sorry) boo.. 


Cuttin' it short, my bad...

G.11

Suppose the very blank state of mind is where the peace at, where you can dispose any and all kind, the grief naps.. Within this dream, being awake is cousin to fate, and sleeps crack.. Where big bang is a wet dream and religions fact.. How idle evolves and being on time is a trap.. Flashbacks would paint pretty pictures, having lusts beyond today would be against scriptures.. Assback.. Living for the moment and not just in, photographic memory is sin, hazmat.. Quarantine the soulless, place warranty on progress, shall it falter be pro-bless.. A paradise, where being in pairs having an equal to share with would be wise.. A stairway to vice, despair and the lies is an artform, be wary the prize..