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Mirror Warns Me On Clearer Mornings
Mirror Warns Me On Clearer Mornings
I’m not a pacifist.
I can just move past your fists.
I groove to outlast on bits.
I walk my faults and stir.
From all who have called me friend will remember in the end.
Off the wall sir, to call so sure,
A motley brawl to stir,
From Salsa to Charleston
I’ve seen water maul some!
Chaos won’t lay off
So I said I’d pay off
To clear every painful rinse,
Where rain fills sense,
And train to outwill instead of wince,
Clearing interference as the best habit to be
And test gravity, reaching devilish features,
Experience the best teacher, relishing levels to breach and concur,
That to step into this, is such a test of acceptance,
Duly one knows to truly let go is the rue and rouleau of flow!
I don’t battle MC’s
I fight leeches, the fuzz and the system!
Just to spite weak husband’s wishings
Raise delight to rep my name
I praise sparking fights, dark vice, on a lark
Amaze and thus self-escape
And self-motivate to step my game!
Glazed eyes are left on lames
When I play without disguise as best my claim
Slay their lies, flay their minds and maim!
Each bereaved emotion in preconceived notions
They believe from chest-huffing is true-slaked to fit
‘Cause they SUCK and are DENSE!
But at best NOTHING is sacred so FUCK ‘EM!
Such strife, and “NO FATE!” is lent to live
But my LifeMate says that’s insensitive
(I don’t hate the marriage pact, but it’s a lot like the Patriot Act-- doesn’t apply to me.)
Future-We howls when I close my eyes “Handle your spree!”
Leave it out of your family!
Suture disease early. I slept on Staasi Code. On it and discrete.
Like a surly E.M.T. episode of Quantum Leap!
So I’ll leave the fury spree in a hurry betwixt you and me
For sore verbal whittlin’ trickery
What’s more, hurdle what’s hidden in these!
Implore to slip knotted visions cursed
I just ADORE hypnotic rhythm in verse!
My brain is broke. The math just perks.
Untrained, I spoke and Wrath smirks
Main joke: I’d never go broke if I worked for the Catholic Church!
But I laugh ‘cuz I just gasped that last hook with a lungful of chronic
And I ALREADY READ the Vatican’s main book
Lust and Wrath Laugh Last in Macroeconomics!
Aftermath:
Bombing around town
Palming every round on dangerous beats
Where strangers greet.
I flow for an eternal RANGE of streets!
Wandering to clown, calming down,
Because to be frank about it?
I don’t hit my kids but I will spank the shit
Out of your every bit if one of us flips our lid!
I’m not a pacifist.
I can just move past your fists.
I groove to outlast on bits.
I walk my faults and stir.
From all who have called me friend will remember in the end.
Off the wall sir, to call so sure,
A motley brawl to stir,
From Salsa to Charleston
I’ve seen water maul some!
Chaos won’t lay off
So I said I’d pay off
To clear every painful rinse,
Where rain fills sense,
And train to outwill instead of wince,
Clearing interference as the best habit to be
And test gravity, reaching devilish features,
Experience the best teacher, relishing levels to breach and concur,
That to step into this, is such a test of acceptance,
Duly one knows to truly let go is the rue and rouleau of flow!
I don’t battle MC’s
I fight leeches, the fuzz and the system!
Just to spite weak husband’s wishings
Raise delight to rep my name
I praise sparking fights, dark vice, on a lark
Amaze and thus self-escape
And self-motivate to step my game!
Glazed eyes are left on lames
When I play without disguise as best my claim
Slay their lies, flay their minds and maim!
Each bereaved emotion in preconceived notions
They believe from chest-huffing is true-slaked to fit
‘Cause they SUCK and are DENSE!
But at best NOTHING is sacred so FUCK ‘EM!
Such strife, and “NO FATE!” is lent to live
But my LifeMate says that’s insensitive
(I don’t hate the marriage pact, but it’s a lot like the Patriot Act-- doesn’t apply to me.)
Future-We howls when I close my eyes “Handle your spree!”
Leave it out of your family!
Suture disease early. I slept on Staasi Code. On it and discrete.
Like a surly E.M.T. episode of Quantum Leap!
So I’ll leave the fury spree in a hurry betwixt you and me
For sore verbal whittlin’ trickery
What’s more, hurdle what’s hidden in these!
Implore to slip knotted visions cursed
I just ADORE hypnotic rhythm in verse!
My brain is broke. The math just perks.
Untrained, I spoke and Wrath smirks
Main joke: I’d never go broke if I worked for the Catholic Church!
But I laugh ‘cuz I just gasped that last hook with a lungful of chronic
And I ALREADY READ the Vatican’s main book
Lust and Wrath Laugh Last in Macroeconomics!
Aftermath:
Bombing around town
Palming every round on dangerous beats
Where strangers greet.
I flow for an eternal RANGE of streets!
Wandering to clown, calming down,
Because to be frank about it?
I don’t hit my kids but I will spank the shit
Out of your every bit if one of us flips our lid!
Published 27th May 2013
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