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Bid bid bid

Try to make it like the upper class lives

Scrape,claw and dig

Make sure your always busy

Work for pinches

Watch for your pitches

Offer to step up / step on it

If you can’t…dollar per Milligram

Listen to all the mixes

Everything is a series of wishes

Fuck money // get stitches

Luxury will poke it’s head in eventually

Physical dependacy is intimacy

Showing yourself ministry

We’re all preachers

Sometimes people are listening

Be careful what you yell

Be weary of your smell

Pride & lust can be just as overwhelming to the senses

Eventually we all will sink into the ditches

So behead your well wishes

Vomit into these wishing wells

Kiss & tell

And God damnit pass the ammunition
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My love shapes my environment

Derived from my silence

Between a pair of flickering eyelids

I strive for enlightenment

Lost in a sea of sirens

I found your aura shining

Even when you leave

I will still adore it…lighting my path

My life has been misfortunate in lust

My goals the most important

But your love has shown me happiness is within grasp

that it is a must…that Iam a simple man with simple needs…clean slates for a checkered past

Even as you knead me awake

Rising to the light of the way

The last of my energy begs me to stay

Just because your leaving in a few days

It’s always the case

So I’ll just wrap my hands around your waist

And waste the next few days just laying awake

Listening to you breathe…feeling your heartbeat…lost in space

in a dimmly lit basment

which smells of tea tree

I peace together an evening

nod off under this canopy peacefully

she comes to me

somewhere inbetween dreaming & sleep

it reaches deep within me

brings me up the stairscase to the pit patter of sleet

my veins slowly creese

each & everyword just has so much more meaning

& I think a picnic in the graveyard would be lovely

the same way I think about leaving...how itd be so freeing...

I have so much left to create before that evening

every event so seemingly haunting

taunting my very meaning...as if testing my being

Im left here breathing

sighs of relief

signs of the time

sign of the beast

line after line after line.

bid bid bid

Bid bid bid

Try to make it like the upper class lives

Scrape,claw and dig

Make sure your always busy

Work for pinches

Watch for your pitches

Offer to step up / step on it

If you can’t…dollar per Milligram

Listen to all the mixes

Everything is a series of wishes

Fuck money // get stitches

Luxury will poke it’s head in eventually

Physical dependacy is intimacy

Showing yourself ministry

We’re all preachers

Sometimes people are listening

Be careful what you yell

Be weary of your smell

Pride & lust can be just as overwhelming to the senses

Eventually we all will sink into the ditches

So behead your well wishes

Vomit into these wishing wells

Kiss & tell

And God damnit pass the ammunition

line after line after line

in a dimmly lit basment

which smells of tea tree

I peace together an evening

nod off under this canopy peacefully

she comes to me

somewhere inbetween dreaming & sleep

it reaches deep within me

brings me up the stairscase to the pit patter of sleet

my veins slowly creese

each & everyword just has so much more meaning

& I think a picnic in the graveyard would be lovely

the same way I think about leaving...how itd be so freeing...

I have so much left to create before that evening

every event so seemingly haunting

taunting my very meaning...as if testing my being

Im left here breathing

sighs of relief

signs of the time

sign of the beast

line after line after line.

seppuku

seppuku

sedation is no solution

but the elation makes it confusing

like how can a slow suicide be so soothing?

Ive been musing about solar eclipses

jupiters moons

practicing my swordsmanship out of sight // out of mind

as I feel all the greats do.

lines keep marching through my nostrels

its hard to sleep most afternoons

even write now I feel more right

more in tune.

solutions

not everything salvagable is of use

truthful

I wish more people thought it was cool.

but being the fool is still living with love

you dont have to kill yourself with substances to find trust

weve had enough martyrs // a lover blossoms from above

as below...such is pain...such is growth

plush

I write from a bathtub

On a handful of drugs

Listening to Boston.

My father used to chuckle

"I’m glad I never became a lush"

Just then the iPod shuffles to “plush”

This vanilla mint body scrub will set in lovely.

It’s like I’m crushed under bubbly…lost in vices

Way past advice & a ghost under city lights

I just want to write to Lawrence

Tell him I owe him this life

I know all he’s say is “shut up & write”

Make sure it’s poetic and makes people’s hearts die

Their mind twist

The words have to bite.

Poetry is an insurgent art

This is dedicated to harmony tonight

Maybe we’ll all find some peace in this life

R I S E

The repetition is therapy

Even as these walls glare at me

I find my fairly ginger attitude

Rise into the heights of my prosperity

One day I’ll wake up with a beautiful woman staring at me

Until then I’ll let this muse be therapy.

I think I’m scared of me.

Because I know what I can achieve …

Most people die without an accomplice

But after becoming unconcieous

I think I could ride for ever on the poppy ladended highway

which leads to my spiritual beach…like the dragons in reach.

Let the ocean crash into me

Grey skies // blue skies

I’m just thankful for breathing

Hopeful to keep believing…every turn is a heart bleeding…mothers grieving…reaching for somthing deeper then meaning…

I just need you to feel me

My appetite alone feeds me

& to be alone…is freeing…I think that’s what I meant when I told you I loved you

Right after I said I’m leaving

XOXOXOX

quick

purchase all you can!

make sure you stay fit & thin

keep up pace to get ahead

it'll start trickiling down again...

remember the 90's? That was cool wasn't it?

60s,70s,80s too...Civil rights movement? Martin luther...Dr.Who?

Oh like the show on Netflix?

Pawns are supposed to protect kings,rook.

Basic rules of chess // basic code of the jungle too...

I mean I could tell you the winner of the world series in '94...but that wouldnt be of any use

and I can tell you how to cook crack too...make napalm on a sunday afternoon

the American dream...why even boast when the truth sounds like make believe

I just watched my homie trade 11 OxyContin for a 30 glock extended magazine...

he gave me 3 just to drive...just a sign of the times...

Using beam scopes to eye out the lines

You never know how to accuratley price these nights...how much people would pay for their life

In my eyes,I’ve seen the sights

Did six feet of dirt before I had a dime

Now half the time It seems like I just want to stay home most nights

quiet...collages in a slimmer of light

quitting jobs just to go to poetry readings...this is how I get mine

funnel cloud

I found myself in a forest

Listening to the trees whisper about

Whisking throughout

I found a golden spout…hidden in plain sound

In it grew love hope and dreams

All sides covered in thorns & doubt

I mourned the small cuts As my knuckles bled

from the simple thrust of the knob

For a few moments…everything

Then as if all at once

The Owls of the area pulled the starry rug

The light of the moon spoke…and the drain busted

Covered in blood

I realized I was awake for the first time in months

My heart pumped

And my veins sunk…I was meant to embody the grunge…I was meant to speak about the good & evil we all encompass

& then…NOTHING
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I wake up with the sun on my back

an ache in my heart from this path Ive been at

I think it was when I imagined you laugh

sometimes we never get what we had

I need to see the world with my back packed

write every word like an epitaph

keep my love in a nap sack

bury it somewhere in the outback

Ive been on a stake out for mouse pads

rat traps I can use free wi-fi at

write letters to women I havent met yet

try to change the world with a few breaths

racing around tracks in a few steps

I think it was something she said once

more so the obsession it left

as for now I guess I can just grow into a mammoth

not every seed sewn is planted

sometimes the universe has its own plans

we're just specks of glitter

floating around a planet...like anyone planned it

just start writing

theres no use in fighting.

no use in lying.

providing lucid dreams

to all those "writing"

like follow my lead...die for your tithing

not one person likes miming

& all these words wouldnt be shit without timing

or writhing in pain...mining for soul

hidden in plain view

a couple stash houses

& a fetish for growth.

I sit in my living room

useless

as I type every word to fit this mold

I vomit museums

as if my vibes was prophetic rhythym

still in love with somones daughter...grind until I get it

Some journeys have themes

Like “who am I?”

"How do I see things?"

Some have narrative

I mean life’s a race when you

Believe it is

But a lot of the time

It’s just about listening

To what you believe is right

At the center of a black hole

I saw the light

What’s the use in fighting if you can’t stand up right?

No sleep till Burbank

All this rolled dank got my stank on fleek

I was born to be low key

It’s just my steez

I’d rather be homeless then have a lease

I’m still trying to believe in me

And all these check points are milestones to people

And all this exposure is one more chain in the link

I’m on the brink of never saying never again…at the very least

I have this desire to be free

Do drugs and fuck around with the freaks

Eat sheets and string cheese

All these incidents are just exciting to me

Up in the insicion

So deep you’d swear we bleed

But blood Dosent sweet…it rises like cream

Lurk squad on creep