I’m blessed discreet yet hard pressed. I behest and attest my scriptures are grotesque. The novelist when I write,
One’s own inquisition had me stuck rhyming in a prison, Till euphoria engulfed me like a prism . The magician technician finally
I spit my bars for eons! Around 9… Chained to a dead man in a dungeon… he couldn’t hear nothing. Over night, My messages of death brought him t…
I found beauty in my pain, Beauty in things that were broken. Beauty in the words that were, and…
On a hot summer day, her birthday. There was a man who took hours mak… As she melts, both with water runn… How his “love for her will never f… And how she “still lives in his he…
Concern for my notes meaning’s, had a psychic and theorist review my reading. They said" your script is only exceeded by your process of though…
She destroyed the world I lived in, forgive her, never. Memories to painful to forget, To painful to remember.
Beautifully crafted notes about the gold chakra in my throat Colorful varicose veins from techn… show I’m no joke with these rhymes…
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...
Intensively listen, none of her words escape, I focus on all 8 of her frequency… Her tone interpermeates my physica… The light in her eyes start blinki…
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…
If radio waves last forever then m… Study cosmology, sociology, and ps… By will alone, he can muster and u… Who can I blame but myself, a mou…
I’ve suppressed in my mind so I wouldn’t die, All the transgressions you provide… .....Waited for the right time. The birdcage and window I aligned…
Recited infinite amount of rhyme, an infinite amount of time’s. Performed sublime symbols and signs in a stone mason shrine. Was baptize with corn oil and wine…
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
