[…psychlone…]
I’d love to explore the grandest aura of myths
When I’m knot too busy convincing myself that Santa Claus exists!
Tis the dawning of an ERA where duns with no skill get killed
Akin to Melkor’s escape before the raping of Silmarils
I’d dickslap Anne McCaffrey for braggin rights to my sperm
At this board I’m startin more “Threads” than Dragonriders of Pern
Wagon riders should learn not to put carts before the horse
Par for the course I spar with Thor not surely far from the source
Vidar of Norse legend was equipped with great strength for vengeance
But even bards hoarse mention my soul can eclipse the late stage of penance
[…the abstract…]
When broken, I piece men
at least omens speak sense
open the window, hence flow can cease blowing
spoken each word backwards going East
EvE knows, even she grows fruit
but fruitful owing needs room for seeds
needless grooming feeds numerously
but I humor beats looming luminously
me? human-less forms I room with
attuning bliss born Hunan Ch’I
soon you’ll see morning. . .
mourning, “I love tomorrow”
a sorrow dove soars above borrowing shores
and war’s never thorough – we still exist. . .
[…siMe…]
we fuck with ya Collective unconscious, this unexpected conglomerate,
who`s Sole purpose is to hold worthless all inhabitants on this continent
extravagance is promiNent, traPped in the needle of the cyclone,
connected within this hype zone, united by our need to type poems
unlike clones with a ‘bite jones,’ my shit`s bad for the environment: “unrecycled”
no need for us to intercede, y`all defeat yourselves with typo`s.
these sicko`s are psycho…Towering from the Eiffel to Carmichael,
S.C is sicka the robotic monotony so we decided to jar the cycle.
delighted -n- armed….with rifles of the mind from Columbine,
coMbine our solemn rhimes and see if you can follow lines.
gettin straight A`s for the fall siMester…we fester fear with the audacity of yesteryear
make my intention clear: i wanna say i sexxed a Spears
i`m veXxed in here, the experts` peer, i expect a bless-ed year,
when ‘P.a.s.T.s.’ collide we wreck the sphere…y 2 jay is next to tear.
in this world of cess and beer, i dry her eyes, as my mother cries
blowing loosely where the wind goes, i am 1 with the butterfly that flutters by
fuck the other guys, i expand trends to transcend
the conventional way of thinking, this is where your plan ends.
[…eMCee TraPaZoiD…]
enoculation with the rings of saturn,
mythology incapacitated in crop patterns,
crash in luminous light dances poltergiests and spites,
lord of the flies, prepare for the hunt as the pagan chant recites,
look into the four eyes of the gemini, remove the gelatin,
from your spinal cord and fortify your skeleton,
ultraviolet death rays penetate your melanin,
imbesilin divinity, i sit with demi-gods in a temple,
freestyling with Zeus and Antigone over harpsichord instrumentals,
as saggitarius hunts for zebra, emphysema causes asphixiation,
wise man hooks the fool with solicitation, proletariat participation,
without woes and worry rub my eyes to distinguish,
reality from the technicality before i relinquish,
did your brain forget the slain and dismembered?,
oh yes you remembered, the artistically rendered,
pick the dead from the injured on this velvet canvas,
illusionists vanish in thin air, contrast and compare,
as you stare upon a blank surface, worthless,
merges with what holds true aesthetics yet its still pathetic …
[…sankofa aka erehwoN naM…]
our raw word the atom smashed leaving shattered decibels strewn
the pebble in my hoof turned out to be your infitesimal moon
with the thinnest stretch, a balloon morphs into a mortals lungs
a detour the fault of it, the door to alternate portals swung
obliterating each corporal, stung by two thousand scorpions
killing in the name of, a plus, each strong house accordianed
took away my thoughts after i caught Faust aborting them
gladiator’s veins gush, pains thrust through reinforced flesh
breathing techniques distort death, keeping the rag dolls alive
juggling your biochemicals, cover ups, toe tags falsify
my grains gone against, phenomenon that’s bent on oxygen
roundhouses broke your man in two, didn’t half to talk him in,
my document a raucous binge of toxic sin in cursive scripts
allusions made into realities, leaving only after churches split
by subversive scripts revert to slick in the amniotic fluids
that became your globe’s primordial ooze, slam each topic’s rubric…