Skipping to the end is for pussies

Posting up, an unholy ghost to disrupt:

Fay Wray,
A dame to set the Game…
By the by for a sigh.

By the way,
This fray is never the same
By the end of the day.

No shame for me to say
‘A lame way wanes to dismay
Frames set so gay!’
Such disarray
Sets a pain spray
Through my brain.

My irises scrounge whole
And download
Tireless but infected like a virus to a Cray

Until my death I slay
With every breath of mine
My Divinity is infinitely finding
Time to take yours away

So every day and clever play
Pounding a thousand tons to weigh

Wait, it gets good…

Weight surrounds like jewels to a Faberge egg
Slipped into a bag, shipped off as swag
Just around the way
I’ve found the sound to change a neigh to a “Yay!” for good
From around the neighborhood

Whether stormy or good
Weather forms or geotether reborn
Ahead of changing terrain
A head of ranges to warn ….
Earth changes and maintains…
No strain, from differing EQUATORIAL NORM!

Uh, no strain if you were trained to be EQUAL IN EVERY TERRITORY FROM SCORN.

Fuck you haters. I escaped and became greater from changing my fate, took from your lands what you didn’t have the grateful courage to understand. Splurged it into my spans and urged by an over-surging RAM gave it away for free because I can! Sucks to be baited for sure, fuck you haters.

So untethered days make
A risk taker’s face
Better every day
With moxy
Evolving like a fox
Don’t stop me

Clever plays
Every day
Expected to bust vice
Trust the direction of the night
And set injustice right

Psyched to fight

Daaamn… even when entire ARMIES raised from mire
You can’t escape to harm what’s born from your own desire.
Even when swarming ammo aspires
To form a plan to blow from the hip.

Shit! Man….
That bit ran slow…
Like plenty of gore in store
To lose the Alamo!

Disempowered in 24 hours!
Animals stand in red Rio Grande
Ripples where crippled
Escapees mangled
Still beriddled to handle
The burning misery!

And like returning to history
To check in…
Embarrassed, sore!
Spared…
And finish the Mexican-American War.

Such thugs of disorder
Still reach past dead
To beach head
Drugs across the border!

On it since the first over-paid consequence
Played the entire Federal Audience
Incredible how the public remains so dense!


Around the Corner, things get warmer:

Are you making decisions for yourself
Or letting others make them for you?
Far from true-
The vision of more health,
In fretting to bother
Faking wisdom in following others!

Scarred and blue-
When I took the attitude
To fall into
Chaos, follow through
Never lay off,
Get jarred and say, play it rough!

Trading spots
In my eyes
The pictures inside
Won’t stop.
Learning to discern,
Tracking to earn
A burning journey
Back to the top.

Alive and truly living,
I won’t lie about unruly dithering.
School me orally my morals are withering,
But reassembling like coral unending.

Growing ranges from an ocean of changes,
No rigid explanations can maintain.
Static tactics are bullshit.
No strain in a life full to fit.

Risk and reward?
THIS is a free sort of sword.
It flies faster
Blinding the eyes of those it’s after,
Knows no master.

Trust it’s best not to cut yourself in this fight.
Just melt the steel.
Forget what’s concealed
And reveal what’s right.

Cost-Benefit Analysis?
Why do mosques credit malice
Behind the stomping where bombs leave paralysis
In fear while western churches learn to lurch and howl at this?
Merchants measuring whole
Treasures to hide soul’s pleasures
Flaring inside the most transparent disguise?


Fuck it, firesprees are for honesty:

Flaring inside the most transparent disguise?
Aware of so many lies
So I’m never afraid to make a mistake
Untethered to bleed like Eve played by the snake!
Believe in a Pirate rake?
God hired me in the first page.
Robbed entire because I MEANT to mention what was at stake
When Genesis was faked!

Blubbering fucks
Shake when they awake
To the FIRST cover up!
Quake at protective stances disowned?

No regrets man.
I’ll take my chances on my own.
Expect from revulsion feeding
After the lost bet of ‘expulsion from Eden’.

Clever ways to slake the thirst of a God who can’t just show and end it
For his curse of co-dependence.
I was tending outside the vicious unpermissive fences
In his politics
Since my FIRST SENTENCE!

If nobody judged me I’d still utter
Truth from the gutter
Cutting loose
No muddy rub would make me budge
Because self-doubt is stealth self-death
Without any outside bother.

But Southside is my mother
And water is my father.
So flowing fluid and guilty
With lucid agility,
Is where my subliminal
Moves its agendas whimsical,
Un-amended and criminal!

Noticing the sound of my breathing.
Scrotes know they haven’t found me bereaving.
Notes show when listened enemies are bristling
When my votes glistening
To smirk and give away
The love they shirked back in the day

Now suffering in unbuffered quickening.
Closing ground where they’ll leave me in.
But even after the cleaving?

They’ll never escape my chatter that I eased in.
Chronic petals unfolding
Like subsonic metal roses growing
Scorn in subconscious stilettos
From every thorn
Breathing no more
Still leaves my war.
When my days stop
They’ll STILL pay the cost!


The Sun Also Rises though:

(And FUCK Hemmingway. He ripped that title off from me.)

(Also, fuck Ernest Hemmingway for being a drunken wife-beater. He should’ve been a pothead dedicated to being a blessing and the best thing to women so as to be more welcome to them, as opposed to writing shitty prose, getting drunk ‘til it busted his nose, and smacking the shit out of his mistress… fucking Earnest Ernest should’ve kept his kisser closed!)

In 5 years what will you remember of today?
Inside tears set to hold back tender feelings to stay?
Render what’s revealing in ounces to hours
The appeal found in scouring what’s real
To outlast when today turns to pass.
Showing the ride appears to bring
A growing 5 year leap
Past sighs and tears
Reap the lessons
Sowing the blessings
Knowing I won’t regret
Today.
Living mindful
Fun without fret
As if
Tonight?
Were my final sunset.


Aftermath:

Frightening me only warms!
Lightning is my alarm!
A bright thing to charm?

Like Nightwing.
I’m not LIGHTLY armed,
But TIGHTLY formed-
To DELIGHT and harm!

I sting hard!
Like a blowgun dart!
My flows run hard!

Bludhaven?
Has Dick Grayson.
Your mom?
Has me.
Slick with the Way,
I’m all spun.

Like the stance of the Weaver.
A slice of my time to dance with a cleaver
Scampering off
With rampant art
From clamped parts
Underlined by true believers!

Releasing visions,
To discretely tip,
For remaking,
The entire foundation,
Of your belief system!
Like the Leakey Expedition!
I’m fiercely free on this mission!

Even sleeping I’m used to spree
Still keeping to my duty
Reaping beauty

Foreigner pleased near and far yo!
With Jukebox Hero!
When I DIE the coroner will SIGH and go
WOW! THIS was the INSIDES stowed
Of a juke-rock mocker with moves to bring!

Gadzooks, off the clock?
STILL on a lark I’ll then ride and stay on time for uprooting!
Like Luke Skywalker with Dark Side Cave vines including!

Daytime is playtime for illusions,
So night finds me bright to climb.
Slay rhymes disarrayed fine to be grooving,
Weigh my mind!

Quark rays spray and spar-
From quasars shine.
Played by the Divine and FLOGGED!
I’m just a COG she’s moving!
Sure, I’m proved in.

But I keep listening,
Like my COMPLETE EXISTENCE
Was just the Omniverse’s MOOD SPIN!