I feel like a sloth; tired aloft a computer chair
Coffee in one hand; vape in the other
Wishing I had slept in. Winnie the pooh “Oh bother”.
Need another cup of coffer
As I begin to awake; A slight optimism
Maybe today isnt…
No sad; frown upside down.
Just another funky day to runaway
Asking me to come’n’play
Guess I’ll have some fun today.
I used to be so inspired and wired upon awaking
The world was mine for the taking, no… for creating
Limitless words to fung shui the pages
Cleanse my mind like sages
The daily splatter of thoughts
To simply juggle in rhyme rhythm
In this physical realm a prison
Words shine like when light hits a chrystal prysm
This type of art is
Simply shine upon the darkness
Giving strength to the week
Courage to the meek
Whatever hurdles you jump to reach the peak
No longer cynical
In the now is the pinnacle
I watch the digi clock flip numbers/ then slumber into wonder
I ride the spinning elyptical to reach pinnacle/ body minimal
Then I… glide pen on page to simply create/ send off; its made
Morning I speak all love to the one in awe/ shes my source
I always focus my breath to retrieve rest, is such/ lifes test
Used to rock mics/ gutter insights ignite
Its the Rythm n rhyme; line by line poetry/ the soul in me
Dreams of home are elsewhere; Nightmares are alive and well here
Mother nature undertaker; Come from caves awaken
To eat the souls of the wanderer; Vision conjoror
Deep dive division; Depth perception sceptic
I see all through the third; Vision looking down like birds
Types that write and strike ya vital nerves; Its all Obsurd
But cats can walk a fine line; so watch me define I
Supernatural signed off as I fly by.
So high I touch the skyline.
Soon the rain comes to wash away dust
Dawn till dusk; tatters the roofs
Clicking and clacking
Seeping and seeking a path
The light reflects in the night; its abstract
The rain in this city is most fitting
To match the tone of poverty and addiction
How many more will I lose
Brothers and sisters forever Im missing
The rain takes my pain and excuse
I spend time sitting and listening
Watching it drip drop off the rooftop
Down my window and into the gutters
I open my shutters for it is fresh like the worlds wounds
Dont worry; Im not in a hurry brother
But Im coming soon.
No Politiks only Politriks
Politikal Science Follow Obediently Blinded
Enforced by hollow Tips
Mindless and Spineless Man Earth Defying
Needing A Castration
The Entire Planet A Mass Nation
Polluting This Vast Placement
Presidential Vampires Circle A Campfire
I.E. The World Burns
And it Worsens As The World Turns
It remains Cursed in
A Mass Hypnosis; No focuss
Mankind like Locusts
But There Has And Always been A Chosen few
Denounce The Past And Restart Anew
Lets Start With You
Whats your Plan and Part to Do?
Half a sleepsy; its an oopsiedaizy
Playfully wordcraft I might sound crazy
No rainfall to dripdop the sun burn red hot
But Im in my roomIi just jot dot
Sleepy symphony poem silly like a slinky gets going
Slow motion as my eyes begin to open
Im in a hypnotic half asleep half awake state
Like being half baked watching the moon rotate
My fan got me cool like iced grills
Nice chills on a day that if you didnt drink it might kill
But im max relaxin crunchin n munchin
Nappy n happy
Gaining some insight when meditation is in flight
Self subjection who is I; Reflections
I’m many interchanging atoms that rebuilds the self
Intertwined; its likes to rewind as well
Look to the future; obtuse obscured view
I’m in me and everything I see and hear is in me
In between the nuerons and in between the ears
All of my flaws and blessing and alternate settings
My lifes and dislikes that change daily; like memories fading
I am ever-changing
As I sit
I can simply be myself; no validation needed thanks.
I cant leave this blank. This canvas can be made beautiful.
Quite suitable for a musical of paint.
Paint of my soul with no restraint.
Im spiritual yes; but my body is the vehicle of quest.
Attested to only oneself; Im blessed.
SOme TImes YOu MUst SImpLY APplY ASs TO CHaiR.
Words of the wise So Here I try.
A clever artistic endevour
For noteworthy pleasure
Rhymes twisting and turning burning a soul in your hole
Whole hearting speak non rhetorically
Many people supporting me whilst the others are aborting me
But I always find A gem in zen spend time n then
Ive found a way to mend
My torn pieces and of course the thesis; time is healing
As Im breathing…