I hope you don't have a short attention span.



I find it wonderful how a message travel the states
Like a pen flying across pages.
A harmony of expressing oneself out of cages,
Phlegmatic clouds in days in weather of all ages.
You touch my chest, it beats too,
You feel my veins, that bleeds too,
You see my eyes, they see too,
This is a feeling that weaves me and you.
Plastered and contorted
Battered and morbid,
Dark and horrid,
Recorded and awarded,
Absorbed and exported
Taxing my organs,
Abusing me as if I were morbit
Sending a shockwave of endorphins.
The exquisite alchemists,
The twisted antagonist
Having visions that consist
Of concentrated toughness.
Problematic mechanics,
Organic hydrodynamic,
Dramatic dynamics,
Intricate mathematics,
Radix pragmatic tactics,
Systematic bioinformatics
In perplexing patterns of alluding graphics
Expanding like italic elastic.
Moving kinematics
Adding flavor like aromatics.
Sensing storms like telematics
Semantics studying like it were numismatic
And sporadic like electrostatic,
Flipping like gymnastics
In an enigmatic acrobatics.
Out of this world like Neptune and Saturn
Possessing magic like turning a cavern into a tavern.
I'm more than your average enjoyer,
I transcend orbits like Voyager.
Fully augmented animation.
Comparison composed fermentation.
Aspiration demented perspiration
Contagious prostration spreading sedation
Integrated across its contamination.
Diluted post compendium
Of blood red vermilion
Prelude pandemonium
Is my sweat drive petroleum
Permeating in linoleum.
A palindrome consisting of civic, refer, and redivider.
The same going forward as backwards like soul "reviver",
Tattarrattat, kinnikinnik, and saippuakivikauppias.
The lyrical tongue twister, telepathy bone constrictor,
The Liverpool blood spiller, whirlpool cyclone conductor.
The quantum mechanical super obstruct vanity inductor.
If you're omnivore then I'm a dinosaur
Pandemonium in my lungs expound louder than a lion's roar.
Keep crying whore
Deep in your guts with an iron sword
For the course of blood and gore
Washing away sins like water upon the shores.
A poetically potent poet's pen twist and spin
Like whirlwinds separating your bones from your skin.
Surrender yourself to the theme willingly
To enhance your entire performance lyrically.
Running to the thrill hoping to fill meat on a grill
But instead of a sunburn, it'll give you a moon-chill.
Spit blood, split tongue, switch lungs on sacraments,
How do you fuck on purpose and get pregnant by accident?
Etched skin deep surprised, mental crash preservice,
They call it a car accident, not car purpose.
Cosmic physics of light depicted in pitch blackness
To be more in that light consistent enriched practice
Mourning heat collapsing star,
Morning bleak commanding guards
Orders from Rachel Allucard,
Galactic spatial glacial marred.
I'm tantalizing and analyzing in agonizing loops
Bless me, bless you, bless those who *ACHOO*.

There's nothing like staring at your reflection
To manifest your cadence to match your affection
And reciting your lyrics that are your renditions
You spent so hard recollecting to the point of perfection
Made with your own sweat and tears
Holding your head high through pain felt throughout the years.
A twinkle equivalent to the brink when the moon and sun link.
A wink or blink and think then rethink and wear it like a minxs.
Ultrasonic lunar limbs beams on the edge of a jinxed sphinx
And I'm always here, my eyes are two blinking spheres
Hanging above your head like a damn chandelier
Dangling like a pendulum, wiping a face full of tears.
Lacing together increments of handly gold stitched threads
Mixed together better than braids upon a head
Falling victim to mistiness in a starry night
Lost in numbness to the senses in a dying light.
I'm the oxygen that allows the body to breathe,
Without me, leaves will cease to fall from trees,
Without me, the sand will be deprived from the sea.
Without me, no honey sweet enough will be good enough for bees
It's me.
Pandora's box, known for big cataclysms never shown
And Rosetta Stone speaking in languages unknown.
The chronicle dilapidated merit of atrocities
So breathtakingly astonishing
Abolishing the follicle exoteric structure of an anomaly
Linguistically shining through pages of concentrated chapters
Welcomes you to my post apocalyptic cryptic manner.

Who's combining all these actions, who's giving these orders?
Who's binding every letter to make every single word?
What's the cause of this strong passion embedded in its verse?
Distraction pulse reaction are contracting every nerve.
There is nothing like it in this entire universe.
Though I don't speak it, my spirit understands
Coinciding in increments displayed on my hands
100 thousand codons
Of processed colors via biometric formulas expressed through photons.
In that I feel my confidant
Embedded in each graviton.
Circle navigate your outer surface and your auras hues
Between the mind and the I’s (eye) combined with the double U’s (w).
6 sense like an insect's incense.
Air sonar detects from the dragon princess.
Hide and seeking, peeking over the summit of a precipice
Highly speaking, peaking, screeching demons like I'm an exorcist.
I'm bringing Revelation to the Genesis of your Exodus.
Don't mention it, cyber steel holding up thy excellence.
The less you have, the more you know,
The more you have, the less you grow.
Egotistic ventriloquistic demonologist
Opens minds wide like the mouth of a hippopotamus.
Reversing twining cosmic strips laced like chronic vines
Eviscerating any meaning beyond the reach of time.
Every single enemy is an epitome of rivalry, a synergy.
You gotta be consistently and efficiently like energy.
I feel like a creative thought surfing amongst vertebrae’s
Gyrating juxtaposition of distance to reverberate,
Generating penetrating sound waves
Procreating perpetuating perforate
Down concentrated subways.
Inner space is in her space and placed within her face,
Her face is a place I create, an interface.

I'm too bright for a light and too dim for a star.
I'm too fast for a cheetah and too slow for a car.
I'm too vast for a mountain and too small for atmospheres.
I'm too high for a building but too deep for the photosphere.
I'm too simple for a kid but too complex for a solar eclipse,
Conveyed in infinity as if I were a Mobius strip.
I'm too dense for a planet but too light for a black hole,
Spinning the earth in my hand as if my finger were a pole.
The ICU keeps me alive in poetic rhythms
As my body jerks left and right in psychotic schisms
Trap by an amorphous fate, a cased prism
To meet with the dead half alive to write with them
And grab the mic in the light, schematic prison
Keeping me alive longer than life could envision.
Hold your head up high
In society where they try to demoralize
Because deep inside is where your soul resides
My firing spirit keeps my soul alive.
Tell me about the social construct and perpetual reasons
Why it closes our hearts and shuts our mind like we're dreaming
To convulse feeling and overweening
To demeaning and screaming
For life to lose its meaning
In an everlasting loop of discretional unmeaning?
Jedi mind tricks
Hypnotize you from what I spit
And stab you with the same pen I write with.

Born Jedi, I contort 4 forks until the torque retorts a distort force I endorse with a pen for sport to reinforce the fact I feel no remorse.
That was false but I bet you didn't know that of course.
I come with a mind that have thought of many things
And born with hands that have destroyed many things.
It's not the pen that makes the man but the man who makes the pen
And within these hands makes a blend of iconic gems.
Reading literature so his mind can expand
He spits as long as he stands
Slit his wrist and spits as hard as he can
Holding his head up high with his heart in his hands
To watch the rising grace of radiants new dawn
And the genealogy of the holy war until all traces are gone.




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