Favs 8

Great Relief

That great relief when you collapse into the acceptance that everything was always shit and will always get infinitely better.
Or that the past never really existed because you weren't ever present when it was present.
Or that they were never born for your love, or that you were never born for their sanity and rationalism.
Or through this abstract logic you can paint pretty an ugly picture.

Or through severe judgement strip ugly an immaculate form.
But serenity comes and goes and is never instantly conjured.
So you will give up and let the emptiness swallow you whole.

Cold hard maps

Flakes of frost drift off towering hills
Land and lay their rigid bridges and floors
Give the now unsettled Earth release,
Relief of her secret; O her restless blanketing

-Will you now warm yourselves?
Tame her impatience!
Air-born,
Heavings of parchment paper
and
Wells of black ink golden quills so fondly lick,
And to bathe that Sun
Your forks of white-cold
Slipping mirror tongues pierce the bluest ceilings
And raindrops tear through as they
Sample your finest point
Our naked vapour
Our hands unbound
Growing eyes sketch all these far stretchings
This thing speaks and can bend
And lastingly;
For survival selfishly loves survival
In excess,
This tar flees my grasp
Consumes a neighbour
Coating his hardened spaces
Swarming his history
Will you stick on him instead then; my cheapened air?
Tomorrow will be afterthoughts of yesterday's journal,
But why has today resigned to starve?
Is it as simple as it's belly is hurt, marked-up or pinned-down;
Just a game of darts?

Yellow Spit

For the time that I was using it
Listenin to the music
It sent the blues inside me into warm hues of yellow
Spit, collected in the pit

Four words collide to throw a fit, for lack of innocence,
Made decisions quick
Reflected in my skit
Perpetuate the gritty, not sastified with fifth
Investigate the bricks,
Waiting for the kick, before it hits, tossin mickey sickly smile likes to stick
Aching like im fifty
Acting like kid, learned to count ticks, amounting all in tricks, burn another gift as my dopa starts to drip,
I begin to drift
As i pound you take a sip, lifted
Nifty in a jiffy little prince
Melt mind molecules like peppermints
Darkening the vision like window tints
Sparkin up a convo like kerosene
Magic bean world class terror fiend


Happy meal - young ass mini me
Here i am ripping up another scene
Closing curtain, cuttin actors splean clean kill machine
Searching for the seventh sea, middle metal river double dippin
With a better breed


Mattress matrix
I can't take this
Stuck between the legs of a bitch and she's faceless

Hopped the wrong train
Rode the main vein
Routes rearranged, I blame Moï-Same