These Past Weeks

The terror in my life breaths no love songs…

Chapter 11 filed on my mind.

Now the bank of evil holds it…

Bro this!

Bruh that!

Please go ahead with that bro shit!

I’m not that!

Bro…

Half of my bros have life sentences…

Locking in and shit…

Reality in there eyes is just irrelevance..

Knife fights loud till bones chip…

Screems follow from the mouths of the strongest men.

Canned goods that look like the contents of dog food…

This ain’t no fucking joke

My life is consistent with cutthroats…

No positive quotes…

That holiday dope…

Maintaining a civilians composure.

They can tell in my eyes im not a civilian.

Chameleons myself to every day people…

Till I eventually flip…

I can’t keep putting peep holes in peaks of foreheads.

So sad…

To rough…

Some days there’s tears…

Some days there is blood…

Shedding my old ways to make better days is hard…

Tough…

I do not want to be successful…

I just want to see the sun…

Standing up…

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Free Now No Never Found

A silver damsels in distress.

Dipping silver bullets into the craniums whom took her.

Her favorite son, done, chopped down weeds all over streams.

Bloody marry the red rum, red rum.

Leaving knowns with no burial.

The sensational hybrid assassin.

Sand blasting faces with the eraser.

Someones tipped off…

Caused a ticked off…

Reaction that spread laws everywhere.

She won…

The wild fire lost…

 

 

The First…. Sault Be Last…..

My brass poker face is my mask…

Under that mask is bones…

Face of the reaper…

 

Do I sleep?

Most times no…

Sometimes I just want to…

Feel pain…

Ya know…

 

I feel nothing…

I’m plain…

Prison pose on my DP…

One man 4 horsemen…

Of the apocalypse…

 

I’m ready…

shovels dirt over safty…

Guns with no safty…

I’m about to be a unckle…

Old ways were nothing humble…

 

Embrace the brass heart of my struggles…

I tucked my bread…

When they transferred me in the blue shuttle…

On my way to a new home…

In hell…

 

 

I don’t want to write no more…

I’m just not a writer…

I rather take the pen…

Shove it in a politicians jugular…

 

In these words…

you can tell that I’m vexed…

Lost some distant family members…

To the clutches of murder…

 

I’m so fucked up…

I’m so damn tired…

Of funeral services…

They can’t even afford them…

 

 

Poor them…

Kids being cremated…

The whole fucking cities tainted…

Gone…

Crazy…

Don’t save me…

I don’t want to be……………

 

I’ve been lied to forever…….

 

 

 

 

 

 

Two Eyes To Win The Prize

Eclipse us…

Eucalyptus…

Pinch us…

 

A marathon to your body…

In the distance…

A vision so vicious…

 

 

 

Cheeks delicate like carrot cake…

Squeezing…

I can’t believe it’s not butter cake…

Stationary…

I will burry my taste in them…

The harder I try…

I cant slow the momentum…

Turning your atmosphere into a villa…

 

 

Geyser…

Factually…

When attach to you…

I brush aginst attachments…

I don’t practice…

Like the flute…

To the cobras dance…

Serene lullaby…

In a surreal stance…

To kiss the head…

I play thee serpent…

Suns melting ice cream. On the dash boards interior design of. A goddess of a goddess so divine…

You could never define thee. Definition of rough attention Ill give to thee. Charmer. When she asked for it…

My love can leave brain cells crippled. Off of feet. Shaking like a hole in your muffler…

Rendezvous rendered……

 

 

 

Thee Imperial Sequel

 

Till I die…

I am going to cross t’s…

Dot I’s with red beams…

 

Native style…

Sitting style…

On red brick…

Pow wowed…

 

for every step in my life…

Foot prints got far…

Then subtraction set the start…

I was faint from losing blood…

 

They say we some thugs…

They ain’t lieing…

To get the things we need…

Some times you got to risk dieing for it…

 

I Never Borrowed continents…

Became a squatter of someone elses nation…

Claiming it was mine…

I can be a savage sometime…

I was not ever a fan of genocide…

 

 

My Queen…

Don’t cry…

In time…

I’ll be on my way…

 

Skin dark like 11 o’clock pm…

I can teach the soul how I like to be truthfully…

Strange love…

No one can stop me…

Except you…

 

Cherokee walking through cherry blossoms…

My arms around the camp fire…

Smokeless fire…

Using a token to play my desires…

 

Off the record pink stretches…

Diligent…

Pure in long lessons…

 

I want life to be precious….

Lost Then Found By Me

“When I was a child… My grandmother let me watch this movie called (the jungle book.) A Disney movie about blah blah blah blah….

“Now for years… There was this one part when the boy saw a little girl about his age or so…”

“This little girl was singing a song that stuck with me till this day….”

 

 

 

 

 

“This song is called….”

“My Own Home”

 

 

Myyyy….

Own home…

Myyyy…

Own home

 

 

Myyyy…

Own home…

Myyyy…

Own home…

 

 

Fathers hunting in the forest…

Mothers cooking in the hommmeee…

 

 

I must go and fetch the waterrr….

Till the day that I am growwwnnn…

 

 

Till the day that I am grownnnnn….

Till the day that I am grownnnnn….

 

 

I must go and fetch the waterrrr…

Till the day that I am grownnnn…

 

 

Then I will have a handsome husbannnd…

And a daughter of my ownnnn….

 

 

And I’ll send her to fetch the waterrrr….

I’ll be cooking in the hommmee….

 

 

Then I’ll send her to fetch some waterrr…

I’ll be cooking in the homeeeee……….

 

I wrote this….👇👇👇

 

Sandstorms covered your tattooed naked body. You looked lonely… Confused, hiding from old news.

They say that your trouble! Just like me… Fuck what they say! I want you on your feet!

Stay off your back! That’s to sacred for even me… Realized that no matter what you’ve been through…..

Your still presious to me! Your still as strong as me! If another man hurts you….

I’d take his eyes so that  you can see… Your a Queen trapped in my iris. Egyptian eyebrows like tall glass vials to a junkie…

That 50.LL style poise subjects greater greatness… Your no one’s possession! No one but the almighty! No man can come pair……

You were never broken! Can’t you understand what you mean to me! Nore are you innocent….

You’ve hid my guns in your bag. When those blue and reds came… Someone always overlooked… Just like me…

If no one else tells you! I’ll tell you every damn day! Love one tiger till a kitten is what you will truly see….

If no one else tells you…..

I’ll tell you every damn day….

Don’t Prolong A Sunrise

 

“I love this picture!”

“It to me is a symbol of strength and beauty as one!”

“She is ready for enything life throws at her.”

“Shes a living, breathing!”

“Walking women who isn’t afraid of shit!”

“To me there is nothing more beautiful then a powerful women!”

“With out under minding me as unequal…”

 

I…

Will be her Los Angeles…

Warm rain here…

Once in a red moon….

I drooling all over me…

Blowing out the candles to make love…

I touch your cervix…

 

 

 

I…

Will be her Los Angeles…

You will never forget the heat waves…

Invading hot spots…

Sent your way…

Lay in my robed arms…

Dangerous!

Relentlessly!

Jumps the juicy 9×9 …

 

 

 

I…

Will be her Los Angeles…

The clean beach water…

That runs up aginst erotic dreams…

Match made…

Ever made…

Let it be…

Your addicted to renegades…

Your stress has dropped…

Stocks and bonds between our reality…

 

 

 

I…

Will be her Los Angeles…

Waiting for…

Nobody’s ever…

You will be my times tables…

I did the math…

You and I…

Sequels of equals…

Arousing enchanting…

 

 

 

I…

Will be her Los Angeles…

It only shines…

The sun…

When ever you believe in us…

The sun…

Shines with me…

With heat stroking my ego…

Don’t let go!

Till my neck you’ve bitting…

Sun bitten by your love…

 

 

 

I will be her…

Lost…

Angel…

 

 

 

Blood Candles

I use to be the one…

Throughing the party’s…

 

I use to be the one to call…

To blow out candles…

 

No use of running from…

A excellent tracker…

 

You better prey everyday…

You better thank your God…

 

I’m the three sixty…

Of my former self held captive…

 

Cheers

Holographic life of the world’s eye views. It’s just not real to feal! I feal it! The content presence… The rise of a ruthless generation…

Bus station crowd of carbon. In my lungs… I’ve donated my brain to science project housing. “Cappadonna and Killah P….”

Peak at me boo through bath salts. Inscribed in blood. Plus latex gloves! Summerset homes, Latrobe homes on a dawn day. I laughed at a police officers grave…

Pissed on the head stone…

Why?

I’m going to hell anyway…

Passionate Or Possession?

How many times do I have to tell you!

Your mine!

Not my possession!

Not a pet I own!

Your mine to keep happy hearts salsa dancing…..

 

Don’t have a heart attack when I mention…

I cleaned the house…

Did the dishes…

Enything I can do to make you hard life less difficult…

Enything!

Is yours….

 

 

Really listen!

Pay attention to the ink I produce…

Choking the paper like a nuse!

The inner tour of our world always explained my love for you!

My love for you…

 

 

My lady is my lady…

Love she brings me to smoke out hatred…

All of the things men like me need!

So please…

Have patience with me….

Please…

 

 

We might argue or disagree…

Just don’t be so quick to leave!

Let us show the world what love really looks like!

All the time spent together…

Playing outside in wintery weather…

 

 

The homes we left from living in…

Will still be warm for the next to live here…

No need for heat!

Sweet dreams for you and I Manifesting sheeps to jump high!

Loosing track of the soft sheep count for us…

Your my lady!

My girl!

My woman!

Me…. I promise you that I will hold high all of my promises to you!

For you are the side kick of my timple….

 

 

The highest of the high…

Below gods eyes…

Give me all of your love…

Kind thoughts…

I will keep on tattoing your name on my every peace of skin….

With your blood and mines as my ink…

 

Will you belong to me not as a belonging?

My front line darling!