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Simple Acceptance
Glimmers on the East
Laughter every rising sun
Shimmer reveries
Rapture on the run
Dinner out of me
If captured even once
Inner sinner spins with ease
Whimsical enough to ride a breeze
Spin routes to get out my needs in every spree
Outer steeze is clout and collected
Copacetic yet devout when teased
To clarify that release...
Check this shit please:
No gracefully abrasive quick-with-licks talent
Is wasted on “Addicted to Challenge!”
That weak shit ain't me
Being wittily teased?
Responses are on it
I'm lucky to shit what's honest.
Because...Fuck. I'm driven by conflict.
But my armament warms unto harmony
That's what every seed I farmed is for, see?
That's what my arms reach for consistently
Beast jives like a gent
Feast on Life. 100% Alive and Bent!
Peace to the 5%
This is the Art of “Fuck it, just send me in!”
I'll only be a part of what's genuine
Extend my pen with the same noise
Same voice that's stopped far off cop cars
I'll drop a thousand bars
And still remain original
Re-framing my subliminal
Re-set every mission by meta-cognition!
Fast on the fly, adapt or die
It's only the past that asks “Why?”
Tomorrow asks “What if?”
And now is “What's bliss?”
What riffs?
What gift of slipping bridges a rift?
Maybe better to set the scope to this:
Just rest at the precipice,
No jest or test but just accepted.
Laughter every rising sun
Shimmer reveries
Rapture on the run
Dinner out of me
If captured even once
Inner sinner spins with ease
Whimsical enough to ride a breeze
Spin routes to get out my needs in every spree
Outer steeze is clout and collected
Copacetic yet devout when teased
To clarify that release...
Check this shit please:
No gracefully abrasive quick-with-licks talent
Is wasted on “Addicted to Challenge!”
That weak shit ain't me
Being wittily teased?
Responses are on it
I'm lucky to shit what's honest.
Because...Fuck. I'm driven by conflict.
But my armament warms unto harmony
That's what every seed I farmed is for, see?
That's what my arms reach for consistently
Beast jives like a gent
Feast on Life. 100% Alive and Bent!
Peace to the 5%
This is the Art of “Fuck it, just send me in!”
I'll only be a part of what's genuine
Extend my pen with the same noise
Same voice that's stopped far off cop cars
I'll drop a thousand bars
And still remain original
Re-framing my subliminal
Re-set every mission by meta-cognition!
Fast on the fly, adapt or die
It's only the past that asks “Why?”
Tomorrow asks “What if?”
And now is “What's bliss?”
What riffs?
What gift of slipping bridges a rift?
Maybe better to set the scope to this:
Just rest at the precipice,
No jest or test but just accepted.
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