Rev ah loo shun Air E

Listen listen…

Pay attention…

Listen listen….

Pay attention….

Listen listen…

Pay attention….

Listen……….

Listen…….
Pay……..
Attention………

To…………..

me……………..

“Clearing my throat…”

“What I’ll say will be abstract to cover my last tracks……”

Pastences…

Cut like scissors…

Scoping the scorpions who’ve….

Stung out bad intention…

Intentionally!

I picked up on the rythme…

Instagams wet then dried…

Landed into my hands…

Staggeringly!

Like a the weakened ram…

Who loss a mating jamboree…

A weak stand…

Gave out a beating…

Blood ran into…

streets….

Rats…

Pigs…

Fired up…

Tryed to put a lid on my head…

I never shut my laptop like…

A kid hiding porn from has damn mom….

Dad didn’t care…

He knew the Steele cloth…

Made a cut out…

From his toughest scissors…

Would cut the camera…

“Cutttttt!”

No comercial in printing…

The stream of Goliath ran through his system…

“With in!”

“In him!”

“I…”

“I was them now!”

It’s me and I!

I am him…..

Tears bleach my eyes!

Eyes open blinded to the…

Tails from the lies…

Lots of mouths spoken…

At The trials of mine…

I’m not a crime!

It’s just the tears of my own environment…..

“Give me a smothered jazz beat right now!”

To have you intrigued…

To see a eye inside the insanity I speak….

No lies look…

In thee eyes of an abandoned angel…

In thee description of a devil…

known as a wise thing to discribe…

A man…

How the ram made his own cards to deal…

With the skills to switch up the…

Other tyrants mistakes…

Into the millennials fields…

The 30 somethings of middle years…

365 days times 0…

Out of one revolutionary new hero…

No hero…

Just a zero of the…

Shadow’s that hold no value….

The only value to him is the truth…

His people are and will be dieing…

For equal justice…

Having knowledge is only known by who knows…

The!

Knowledge………

All odds are aginst us…

That there will began a sence of transparency…

Between the distinctive morality of evil and kind…

The real good and evil….

God knows the reality of his creations.

Thee hidden true people…

Cotton cloth from messing with chains…

We will always know…

Where the true resources from mother it came from…

Truth behind who they belong to…

Who robbed them…

Now for yester -years ago…

My abstract is a barrier…

For me from others…

That can’t be decoded by the meek…

Only for the true two feet to decode the…

Prophecy!

Am I a prophet or a casualty of my prophecy?

Prophesizing reality…

I ask…

Will all hands that know walk with me…

Tap your feet…

Far east we can meet…

When something true is put to the light…

Some call it negativity…

The rejection of the truth….

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Aerial View Of A Touch

Lining up with… The print… Rubbing till red…  Through cold nights… Air conditioning… Over some cool breeze….

Excited!!

 

The pair of… Arousing attention… Attitudes… Loud conversations… Disagreements get resolved…

 

Flick the… Light switch… Till you come on…

 

The pipe list… On site… Needs a dirty needy cleaning…

All night!!

 

 

Ya..

 

Upside-down down… Like a vampire sleeps… The other down is under splits…. There is no sleeping….

Round!

Here!

 

 

When ice touches… To close to the circumference… Becomes Nibble currency to… Rippling through…. The bloodstream…

 

Steam off goose bumps… On halloween lips… Sucking the attention… Off of what newborn babies replenish selves…

With….

 

Big strong bones… Mussels… With a partner… Starts the mumbling…

Just don’t bite…..

 

 

Lick!

 

Don’t hide…….

 

Look…

Pretty peeled…

Eyes….

Back…

Reverses…

This pleasure….

Like powder…

The snow….

White blast….

Blast!

 

 

Influenced the pearl to…..

Hatch open…

For…..Play…    Time….

 

 

Till its temperature is ready to connect…

One of the greatest features if I may…

Indeed!

 

You peek a boo with no support behind the cotton shirt…

To…

Tease…

 

Knowledge summoned that need for cooperation…

That ran off with the scene like a theif…

 

 

Pic…

Slipped in through  a lovers cell phone…

That….

“Come home and get it!”

“It’s all yours!”

 

 

Or just plain ole

filthy touching

at night after

the lights dim…..

 

Tongue moves

to counter a

clock wise

showers

the low

end

petri dish

In the studies

of a

movement

till the covers

notice you under……….

 

Light

movement…….

 

Touch them

vibrant

symmetrical

no price is right

when right is

what is

on the left of you

from a aerial view……….

 

 

 

 

 

I Wish Apon A Shining Scar…..

 

Over your scars

I rub my index finger

across.

 

I know thee.

 

Kilo of insecurities.

 

I’m her for you and me.

 

Placed her so high

that I

can see.

 

The beautiful work

of make.

 

Is that scar across

your facual.

 

Please!

 

Don’t hide what

you should embrace.

 

Your face

from no mistakes.

 

Thee abrasions on

your body.

 

Excites

me.

 

A short tale told

to my eyes

or the acassional.

 

“It’s a long story.”

 

It’s ok with me if

it’s ok with you.

 

A  skirt with cuts.

 

With wrist that

whispered.

 

“can anybody

see me?”

 

“Will anyone

listen?”

 

My ears are not

missing.

 

So I miss you when

you miss Read me.

 

Scars from harsh

pastence.

 

I have

patience for.

 

I adore you.

 

Stubbed those toes

lacerations

on tip toes.

 

Pink toes are

to the max my

most.

 

Chocolate Sundays

make my banana split.

 

Then spit

seeds with know

damages.

 

These images can.

 

Only

suit a real troop.

 

A real man can

only be.

 

Thankful

for you to stapling

your.

 

War wounds.

 

To my sweet toothed.

 

So suckle the roof of.

 

Your played blues to

slow Jazz music.

 

Plus

sad news.

 

Telling this

make up.

 

I need you to

cover my face up.

 

Chin up to hold

your face up.

 

High!

 

We don’t have

to make up.

 

Or need it

to make up lies.

 

Both of ours

were meant for

me.

 

You were

for no other guy.

 

He would get picky.

 

Call you a 1 or 2.

 

Your my 10 yes

you.

 

That other guy

high maintenanced.

 

Shallow water.

 

Or horrified to.

 

That guy is

a child.

 

I love to live for

your smile.

 

The deep cut above

the your eye brow.

 

Hugs.

 

Me.

 

 

It is a slogan that says

to me.

 

Only for the man I

be.

 

If you cry I’ll

wipe your eyes

with my sleeve.

 

Or vice versa.

 

My burst of joy.

 

When I place my

home.

 

On the back

of your spine.

 

From.

 

That fatal operation

that you almost died.

 

From.

 

I’m here!

 

I’m there!

 

I’m everywhere!

 

Surrounding

Everything with

My ties to you.

 

Are my strings

to tight?

 

For you?

 

Your front

my hands

picking you

up

out of

your wheelchair.

 

Even a story

that projects

insecurities

there.

 

I’m here

to change you.

 

bathe you.

 

Whatever else

I can do.

 

To see your mind

smile for my camera

eyes.

 

Lenses wide.

 

On Someone

I wish for.

 

Let me kiss

your scars.

 

Good night………….

Arsonist In The Heart

Early

birds humming…

 

Taste testing

the subject…….

 

I’ll waste

nothing……

 

I wanted something….

 

Crushing my

crush and something…..

 

Stepped on

shower glass

in a hour glass…..

 

I grasped time

in the morning

 

Somewhere at 5

between your thighs…..

 

lies A gem

for the gemologist…..

 

High maintenance

posture dangerous…….

 

Yelp my name out

in increments…….

 

Escrow accounts broken

into…….

 

Robbed…

 

Pulled out

she payed for it……..

 

Played her little

games…..

 

With it……..

 

I’m ashamed to

admit……..

 

That it was dangerous

tampering with……..

 

A sorceress of taboo…..

 

Feeding you my

aphrodisiac……..

 

To ache your

arched back………..

 

Eyes bright like……

 

A moth when……..

 

A gravitational pull

up to the lights……….

 

When there

switched on…………..

 

She was warned……..

 

Infinite sun

heats the room up…….

 

Through windows

so  passionate…………

 

heard froms…………

 

The pillow grabbing

she formed her

own languages………

 

Casting them out

like…………

 

The 12 pillars of judah……

 

I’m the general

supreme ruler of

Her medulla………….

 

Oblongata………………

 

I took control

like I gotta……………

 

Of her………..

 

In and out

like a robber……………

 

yatta

yatta

yatta

 

Shit talks……….

 

So bullshit

walks over…….

 

Out of

the doors………

 

Can make things

interisting……..

 

Now

intricate………….

 

Entangled up

intentionally…………

 

Ambitiously

I make my

Stamp on that

dope……………………

 

Sorry………

 

That was

a bag of

heroin

quote…………..

 

The 2020

ball dropped years

ago……………….

 

Splattering

paint all over………………

 

Me……………

 

Over………………

 

I can’t think………..

 

Feeling like I’m

laying in a sink………..

 

Filled up with

warm water…………………

 

Sugar…………….

 

Round two is

getting set up

in order……………….

 

For this mornings

northern lights……………..

 

My power

to take over

the fire…………………..

 

In your desire

to want no other…………..

 

Me………….

 

Forever more

is my title……………

 

I’m a heavenly

heavy weight

Champion………….

 

Athenas baby boy……………..

 

Osirises protégé……….

 

It is protocol

that I kill it………………

 

Over

and over

and again…………….

 

Till your balance

is over…………

 

yatta

yatta

yatta

 

I couldn’t even

understand

the words………..

 

From your movie

plot………….

 

Thee finallys

climax……………..

 

I treated you like

a client………………..

 

Hold on one

sec……………….

 

My stimulated pieces

are on thee other line……………..

 

Excuse me caller…………

 

I absolutely gotta take your

call another

time…………………..

 

Call out to me…………..

 

Reaching for your

lovers rhythm……………..

 

The rhyming of this…………..

 

Good light of mind…………

 

I’m going to let

it shine across your

facial expression…………..

 

All

week……………………

 

Smile dandy flow

in your heart…………….

 

Beattttttt…………….

 

Now sheets look

like a bad start to finishing

them…………..

 

I don’t know why though…………..

 

I’m hungry as fuck?

 

 

 

 

Exercising Opportunities

Forhead

Contagious…………

 

 

Sliding

Down

Like

A

Play

Ground……….

 

 

Held in

Individual

Pockets

Like a

Tackle box…………..

 

 

Stuck on

You like

Some opium

gum………………..

 

 

Chewing me

up…………..

 

 

Down

Drowning

Please Don’t

Come up

It would

Be like

No fun……………..

 

 

Neck

Ears

Are cold

lips stuck

To a

Dimond cut

Eyes beam

A set

Of high beams

Through

The thug……………..

 

 

 

That’s troubled

In a world

Were

I can’t

keep you……….

 

 

Firm

Like

Pussy willows

Hot swaying………

 

 

I reached from

Behind

Over her shoulder

To flick

Soft skin

Upper bump

Like a

Light switch

Turning

On……………….

 

 

 

Paper plate tags

On my new car

I was pulled over

Frisked

By a frisky

Eyed

Scented

Sweet

Brown sugar

Of my dreams…………

 

 

 

Was it a dream

Of someone

I wanted to

Cuff thoroughly

From behind…………..

 

 

Wanting

This

Sort of

Surprise……….

 

 

 

So I

Can sleep

In a heavenly

Peace

Fine

Sweeping off

Wet parts

Off my T shirt………….

 

 

Leaned up

To roll my

Eyes like

I said something

You would dislike…………

 

 

Once again

Peace is with in

My hard time

Till its over…………..

 

 

So go slower

I’ll wait at the

Door……………

 

 

Till you tell me to come in…………

 

Can I Just Walk With Me

“Dedicated to little X and Lee… You two will never ever be forgotten…”

 

 

Some people think they’re helping when they are hurting.

Some people think they’re changing yet there worsening.

 

Some people will say they’re there for you no matter what.

When you need them all you will see is there butt.

 

They turn an I earning the title of a fool.

So when I leave first I’m considered crude.

 

 

Sometimes I feel like fuck it all.

Stuck in life while my stress turns me fucking bald.

 

Excuse me, can I barrow your life for a minute?

No you may not you low level dirty nigger!

 

Even if i did you’d be dead!

Before your life time prison sentence!

 

I fight the fracture in my heart that will fracture more.

Remain poor yet I really need a cure.

 

A remedy for a reminder helping to remember that I’m just tired.

I need not a therapist or a bible!

I need not a lier or a trier!

 

Teary eyed, eye ducks quack where I’m from.

When a child asks me can he pump my gas.

 

I remember giving him my last.

I remember feeling that.

In his mental state he might not last.

I’ve been were he’s been

 

Pumping my kidneys with cheap whisky and Gin.

I tryed to give him.

Hope.

 

At the sametime I no it wont work.

When his moms on dope.

 

So I feel like I lied to him.

Some days later he was shot to death.

They say his eyes were open with a smile on his face

 

That could have been me

The, then me….

I know he was smiling for there was know more cryin.

 

About the things he had to robbed for.

Some things he had to do behind closed doors.

 

I was never in his shoes.

If that were me.

That was talking to.

 

I’d tell me too…

“Get the fuck out the car!”

“This ah fucking jack move!”

 

Everything around me was tax free.

Hell!

I taxed drug dealers and thieves.

I made my own lanes open  to eat.

No job would ever, has ever hired me.

 

 

Not because I’m lazy, or I have had a crazy look of.

Outta facial placement.

By the time I was fifteen.

I had three felonys.

True story.

 

Back ground checked.

To have my…

first smile…

To know a honest check.

 

I heard the words I’ve been hearing my whole life.

“Sir!”

“We will get back to you next week!”

 

A month past….

I had very little to eat…

So me and my then girl friend.

“may her soul rest in peace!”

 

Started going drug dealing.

Sometime robbing sprees.

 

The only hope I had was…

To do shit that made me a slave.

 

I lost my best friend in a bad dice game.

He took shot gun to the face.

I faced hard ships…

Many!

 

Thinking to myself…

I won’t make it from here…

You can tell because you may care…

But!

 

My caring just ain’t here.

My ears can’t hear.

About…

You know how I feel.

 

I’m sorry…

Can you just shut up…

Please let me live…

 

Sometimes, instead of suggesting what I should or need to do…

 

How bout you!

Just tell me genuinely you love me.

And you will always be hear.

 

Till then…

Let me die with a smile and open eyes……..

 

 

 

(attention! in no way shape or form is this a suicidal note. Thank you and have a great day my peps!👍😎)

Flawlessly! A sight seeing someone! Wishing chemistry! Tense! Eyes from yonder! Diamonds are forever! I can see a infinite amount of heavens! To be close! To be Close! To be close! Sorry typo! Drooling over a pool of you! Wishing! Shit! I think this tittle might be to long!?

Disscription?

Oh Lord!

Let me move back…

So I can see from the…

Highest heights into…

A drop of skin so crisp!

like air in Iceland!

Well In a picture somewhere…

I’ve never been…

 

Heaven send!

Better when!

You look into your!

Own reflection!

 

Refreshingly!

Irish spring commercial!

Lady of the!

Ummmm?

Someone you hover over!

 

From the site  of afar!

 

Were you are…

Up above so bright…

Stars in your eyes…

Cool like halls for a…

Sore throat……..

 

Aligned just rite…

Turning…

In a trending trap…

Tremendously!

 

Ment to see!

So I seen!

What I saw!

I want it all!

 

What I saw!

Was?

 

Something?

Someone?

Somewhere?

 

A dedication to…

A fable…

Yet true…

I’m enabled…

To touch…

 

If I could!

 

I would slide my!

Right hand?

Rite hand?

Wright hand?

Side of her mind…

 

I would slide…

Down the side…

Of her soft skin….

Looking her in her?

With my felony eyes…

 

A felony I’d…

Undress…

Her…

Mind…

 

I forgot to say!

 

What did I say?

 

Damn…

 

I want to melt on to you….

Like a hot candle?

 

No No No!

 

I want to hold on to…

Your waistline like…

A…

Black statue candle holder?

 

Damn!

 

Nope!

 

That ain’t right…

 

What  is it?

 

I want to push up on…

You like a…

Stroller?

 

Fuck!?

 

O!

 

Here it is!

 

Hi…

My name is chris…

What’s yours?😃

Creativity

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“Art done by me”

 

 

 

 

Birds!

Curbs!

Verbs!

Nature!

Crime!

Faceless!

Times!

Pictures!

Past!

Fixtures!

Crash!

Cash!

Reflection!

Texting!

LIFE…………………………..

 

The elements of…

All you need…

 

To genuinely be….

a….

 

The arts of an egg carton.

Everything you perceive.

Is all you need.

 

“Writers block is a lie!”

 

Like what ifs…

What it could have beens…

Can’ts…

Barriers…

Tantrums…

Over what’s next…

Luck is a substitute for faith…

There is no luck hear…

Open discussion……………….

 

Some people have ask me. “What could make me a better writer?” I tell them…

“Not worring….”

“Just write…”

Enything you can touch, taste, see Is your canvas for everything. Pick up your pin or paint brush etc! Pecil on paper!

 

“Designer’s of fashion…”

“Practicing is a lie!”

“Just do it…”

 

Just make it happen!

“Then move on!”

“On!”

“Do it for you!”

“Not The Audience!”

 

Criticisms can help as well as be your departure. Falling off your game… Baggage claim becomes to heavy to bare. When your scared of judgement from jelousy, Hating….

 

 

 

“Do it for you!”

“Do it for you!”

“Do it for you!”

“DO!”

“IT!”

“FOR!”

“YOU!”

 

 

Expression is your gun! So unload that sum ma ma bitch into a ink pin! Spit out your form into a subject!

“Your own subject!”

You don’t even have to think!

“Write!”

 

 

 

Break away from the norms!

Fuck they world up with just a word!

Of……..

What’s in your world!

Of……

Everyday!

It your world!

 

“So get ya ass ta creating!”

 

 

Peace, many blessings to you all!😊👊

All my edgy comment to!

Well sit back….

I’m never silencing them!

For you or enybody!

 

“Not you Iscribr.com…😏”

Peace✌!

 

 

 

Camp

Loving that…

Stifles…

 

 

Locking lips with a rifle…

Consumed by your…

Cran apple fumes…

 

Exploring…

Thee surface of…

Thee…

Pacific…

 

 

Your rituals dont scare me…

Identicle to a prayer meeting…

Sacred etchings on a..

Newly discovered drop cave…

For God sake…

Walls plus ecetra kisses…

Pretending…

As if it was our honeymoon…

Redipped in hotspings…

With persision, patiently giving…

I take so…

I can give it…

Give me that fruit bubble yum…

So I can pop you…

98.6 degrees Fahrenheit enters…

my mouth to my body tingles…

Like bubble wrap at that…

Pop!

 

I’m the new years resolution…

Your mama doesn’t want for you.

 

(mama)

“girllll you better stay away from his mind.”

“Not the man physically.”

“There is something you will never see inside.”

“This man!”

 

 

You didn’t listen…

Now your enveloped in…

As my prisoner…

 

Hypnotic…

Yemens flock of doves….

 

Camp

Father

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Chopping wood to… Make a kanew so I can sail away… On my own from you… That is me… Split into two… Now two minds with no clues on… How to find each others left behinds… To remind each other that we are you… Truth dropped the drowning sparrows approval……….

l….

Sunk…

Apart…………………..

 

 

 

 

Never really had one.

So I hung out all night with handguns.

 

“You ain’t gotta be a father.”

“To be a father….”

 

I rased alot of kids!

To live, love and heal up….

Foster care was…

The bottom of a bottle of malted liquor…………..

 

 

 

Never praying for tomorrow!

Tomorrow became the next day anyway…

With out you!

Then the same after the next day….

 

 

My father spent damn near his whole life behind….

A 4 walled, bars gone….

Day room shaped like a polygon.

Don’t get me wrong!

 

 

I was never upset that I didn’t have…

A…

One…

Of…

Those…

Flesh…

Of a…

Thing……..

 

 

 

“I always wanted kids……….”

 

 

 

 

 

Some of my own…

 

 

 

Just to be there for them to have…

One………………

 

 

 

In the name of all that is holy!

Ivory bright!

Tough as a priceless something!

I just can’t discribe……….

You can’t even name your prices……

“I won’t sell out!”

 

 

I never needed a father to love me……

I never needed a father to hug me…..

To help me tie my shoes….

Teach me what life can do…..

To….

A………

Young black male…….

 

 

 

I learned how to cut my own hair…….

Tie my own ties…….

 

“Welll a little bit…. Lol.😂”

 

 

Ride my own bike…

Hey!

Even if you came back into my life…

Now….

I wouldn’t be pissed….

 

 

 

“I’m not you…”

 

Instead!

I’ll embrace you…

Like I’m your father…

Knowing that…

Just like me…

You never had one either…

 

 

Both comrades from different wombs…

Hey man!

I could never be mad at you!

You are still my dad!

Can’t call you father though!

Your still my dad man!

 

I sent you a letter and I hope it sees you soon.

Happy fathers day big hommie…….