I’m Van Goghing my plans - on canvas, for kids to breathe in
Scribbling the annals of a crying soul, do I need another reason?
For I’m spying: whole revolutions going to waste, taste’s demonic
Running rings around Sonics, flip a coin - Tales is the mnemonic:
“Tracing All Life, Entwined in Sight” - a Mighty Morphin’ endorphin!
Scorching, brain’s reacting, painting facts is taxing my vital organs
17.5% proof – etching aloof sketches, stretching the roof, yet ..
.. I’m trying to write deep and shit, & I keep forgetting my wet suit!!
Guess who’s next to test, bless be, the name I can’t forget -
Plus I’m trying to leave prints to remember me by in the wet cement
Serving a sentence in the literature asylum, applying nonsense
Stitching content into the fabric too, I’m creating, a woven nexis
I feel it in my solar plexus, the onus is on the man to prove himself
I loose myself in character - plots and subplots that move in stealth
I knew too well, that things would unravel this way, toward death
Destruction and panic set themselves, destined suicide’s a safe bet
Yet unpaid debt amounts, surmounts what’s feasible or logical
My nominal speech is mute, it’s deeply rooted & it branches
My verses have hooked hands, & this pirate’s boat is took
I’m intent on doing whatever I can..
.. with my worn tattooed notebooks
Sacrificing the pen and pad for keying my sentence on lap's
inventing the facts, exact in declaring my two cent's- the fad!
Independent in labs as I tap my pipe dreams til prime drainage
for the ideal's to hit until time's wasted and that defines patience
Find creation in sporadic inanimateness under the lit halogenous
& convert that palette of thoughts like supercalifragilisticexpialidocious
Into the main focus of my token expertise, bleed an expert thesis
exert reasons to oil the cogs and mind mechanics of my cerebrum
It's only part of the secretion from my grand scheme completion
that's ever seeping deep within the screens of you obsolete beings
Trace the rhythm- therefore embracing it's excellence, a Midas choice
meanwhile training in etiquette scales forever tuning my writers voice
Question myself for motivation, keep a one step pace above relaxation
script the observations, then encrypt the eye candy to attract faces
Being contempt with concepts until one sets in and I'm contemporary
going the artistic route, eventually all the way to the end of entry
Even then it's not complete, an abundance of inspirational brooding
including afternoon awareness anxiety, aspiring the society of music
Never elusive to the illusive, my astuteness.. I'm constantly using
a war in itself- my hemispheres, eyes, ears, arms, limbs..
.. always feuding.
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