Requiem of a Misfit ***collaboration with Loki of Literati

i commited vicious crimes
i cheated the system
strangely i was the victor
but also my only victim

They were tipsy I was a littl'un.
I caught a tip as a vic that was chillin.
As a whole it was a just a role I was fillin.
So I got sicker to deliver

A show to stick to what withers
Flowing rivers of sin
To splash over skin whispers and shivers

but im done fighting with my past
done wrestling demons to the ground
im done with words
that apparently have no sound

My proudest exclamation was loudest in its vibration
Beholden it costed me the most... my mental location
Like Beethoven's lost note
I stayed holding onto that hope

i've turned a deaf ear
to all false rhetoric
the lies comprised
of empty dialect

Manipulation's angles feel gentle
Situations entangled in my mental
Everyone's out for something.
So game theory's escaping when I'm quaking

foundation,shaken
by the great fall
so brick by brick
i built a towering wall

A round view to shower all
On the ground with sparks that fall
Aesthetics of ascetic are my credit
I don't desire perks

All these fire works?
Are just my way to see what I call
Early statement of manipulation
Wasn't my gall of entertainment.

It's what makes me take the brawl to the pavement.

out~cast, in~cased
in a glass prism
stained glass solitude
a misfit's requiem

Outlasting, running in place
Blasting schisms for delight
Like prison riots every night
A million meters to run for

oblivion's secret lover
but to bold for undercover
i forgot to remember to forget
so i had to rediscover

I croon for those who shudder,
A schooner without a rudder
Crossing the dream stream
Tossing my memes into this scene

I was half of another,
Hacking the allure to switch
With half my blur burned for blitz?

To my own craft I was a massive disservice
Barely scratching the surface
I had to get back to my purpose

now i have found the key
and no1 can restrain me
no,not even me..

Looked past the mirror to reclaim
Backed down fear and gave it a new name
So now I'll never be leaving me

never again will i forsake me
i have found my voice
fate laid it in my path

fortunatley my fortitude
was carved by this craft

so im moving steadfast,unknown
in this placid sea of drones

this world is mine
but it ain't never been my home

i roam high, above the trees
to teach you how to fly
cause im trying to see

whats on the other side of the sky
my *eye*s hear,my ears see
beyond this reality

a poetic optometrist
i make you see how i see
im breakdancing on brain cells
spraypainting minds with graffiti

encrypting hieroglyphics
acient as Nefertiti
im a walking sideshow
a street magician
a screaming pantomime
sculptress of cognition
i am blissful bleakness
spoken,speechless
awed impressions
of artistic masterpieces
a mysterious thought splicer

"N"eva a
"E"asy
"R"iddle to
"D"ecipher

poetry's bastard child
... and thats putting it mild
there is no definition yet
for my wild
a beautiful mess

yet eternally blessed
but I've already said too much
I'll let Sir Loki tell ya'll the rest

If I can manage to swallow
An anguish sandwich without wallow'ing
In the hand-me-down switch of hollow
Echo ring left when my frets bring their best?

Then mark for my turn
That I took catharsis without the burn
Like being divinely tipsy from the finest whisky

The warm that coats the throat is from caressing lips.

If I can raise the issue, spark the details that missed you...

Play my position through, all that's entailed only seen
by jailbird cons and screws...

Then I can escape the riddle of political leanings...
They only wanted to get us rhythmic prolific pirates screaming...
To put a little pressure off our dreaming.

But I have the means to leave a mark on the scene...
Riding like the undead...
Hiding my dreams in someone else's head.

Aftermath:

Violence in Slappy Fits.
Science of Happiness.
Noetic Science.
Poetic License.
Noetic fire.
PoeticDesire.

Frenetic Riddles.
Eclectic scribbles.
Covers my skin in your nibbles.

Like Shatner in a snuggie of Tribbles.
Yeah, I just compared myself to a stuttering actor.
That’s the other factor.
I’m a blubbering disaster.
But I never flubber in chatter.
Because every mistake is a place so loose.

A space of use, grace in truth.
So I find my kind and get on to bomb
Rhyming and absconding, too far?

We do this blind and beyond par.
We two shine together by far…

With every sentence, comprehension of what’s clenching
Gold is only formed in the intense compression of a supernova
And found in every one of us.

Cold and vast, bold enough for this track?
Beholden what we find amongst these bars
We hold to what hung between binary stars

So the mold that we break on every blast?
It’s not hold on, lemme top you real fast.

It’s hold this thought. Lemme walk with you.
Real to last. My reels are aghast.
Done feeling the past.
Real is now is a blast!
I’ll do sequels but I don’t do obsequious.
I never kiss ass!

It’s easy to for us to be cleaving this
Because we don’t do it for achievement.
We’re true to it for believing in it!

Share a parallel astral spell
Portal jump through Zoroastrian Hell
In case you wondered…
What pogo-sticking through a black hole would be!

Track our roll, start hearing in 3-D!

Comedown:

Between you and me I’ll link 3…
Franchised literary worlds into 1 improvised stream.
Free off-hand to ride the cream.

Kill it with luster
Like the filibuster
Of Patton Oswalt!

That’s a Geek God, youtube that action assault.
My elastic mastication splits faults!

So blitz like I call it?
Is chopping it up with Earths
Dropping verse, mopping up the worst
With Earthquakes!

Like Jack the Ripper
I’m past the rift to disperse my aches
Tracks for victors

For every villain on the scene?
I’ve got a million means
To spill more obscene

A trillion bar spray
Like the chilling fray of Jean Grae!

Check this reference again.
That’s not Jean Grae from X-Men…
That montage towards the barrage

Of Patton Oswalt and Jean Grae?
That’s Jean Grae your favorite rapper’s favorite rapper!

Scope tight to what I’m after.
I’m roping the night like holding dark matter
I’ve slayed it all along
I’ve played it in every breath!

Go back and re-read “Stay Strong: Fuck the Radio to Death!”

Check the best of my reffs!
I’m not creating flow to scare away…
I’m giving promo to Earths and Gods
Who don’t get rotational airplay!

Revolutionary like Lestat
Speaking on that blast…
If fiction were fact?

And it were ME on that track?
My edition would be a loup garou run on EDISON!
Test his raw mettle

And let Tesla settle
For giving away free energy
Like Prometheus in 1893!

So I’m set in devotion
To detect perpetual motion
That’s just me…

But until then?

We empower the powerless
With the very shower of empathy!