I have a low comedy novelty policy, Honesty, My conscious consciously and with veracity produces a high quality odyssey.

Never dared to reveal how much I cared, Guess I’m just to scared. Laughed as we listen to old songs and sang along,

You could not mimic  how I write it or spit it.  Yet I’m my own worst critic.  With supervision started on a  mission to master my lyrical 

Could it be the way I converse when I write my verse that’s a gift and a curse? Is it my subtext?, or my timing?.

Herbs and rhymes so fuckin intertw… i write all the time they say Im out of my mind and tha… Sometimes lighting fills the sky i hear angels cry when i cry...

Out of no where their there suspen… The Ivory King in his chair from… citadel made from the pure white l… Seeing him descend the alabaster s… The galactic transparent parent no…

Between two pillars in a sealed quantum field I reflect on… The sage was dazed recounting thro… Dr. Sonic Demonic “Strange Topic… Cleansed in a mineral bath, dragon…

Bedwetting and bloodletting, A night she won’t soon be forgetting…

I abuse my muse, Chewed, screwed, battered and bruised. It’s true, her expression confused. no clue

If radio waves last forever, Then my membranes ever under press… I can muster then utter a filibust… But firmly rooted in my fears. My creative ideas will never be cr…

I write sonnets nightly, You have taken your gift of writing to lightly, Your so unlike me. In a windowless room with a thousand candles burning, Im at the incursion of learning the twi...

Honey bedroom voice, Glowing amber face, Olympian goddess shape, Forbidden red apple lips to taste. Her enchantment I can not escape,