Things pop behind my eyes when your hands squeeze and drum on my thighs

From thin air burst is the first round! Within a fair verse I’m here to scrounge. If you’re in and aware of what’s lost and found then grin without despair! I spin to flow and show the Tao, clear my brow and steer how I care to astound!

If you dare, it costs a pound to disperse a poem. Mon Cher, we’re not alone: Out here where universes are birthed and immersed, fate and creators are made and crowned! Welcome to what I found. My lair is the underground. Beware the catacombs when ensnared in the wonder sound! Carrying from the battle zones, it’s where I run around-- to share and catch a tome!

Popping grace like a Quantum Space hyper cone, the curse of my dome!

Accosted by Fate to rock it and make known… the blessed best investment of my testament and ways. These days I’m concealing nothing in time, blundering through wondering minds and revealing EVERYTHING in rhyme!

Slowing a roll to show a flow that’s also slaying with the craven style of an overstated animator …faded-to-stake my cred like the Grateful Dead’s “Touch of Grey”… and bring it back later! Wily to sin like crocodile skin, worn thin on an alligator! In a span to whirl I understand the rules of a Man-Bites-Dog world! All the while…

I betray the wiles popping off of sick social disease. Such as the role of hypocrisy-   easily releasing these…  every way in exposes when slaying my fray like scrambling eggs and cheese! A headful of prose and my head just blows ahead of me, repetitively through humanity’s slamming pleas. Every wasted tree I shake? I see sheeple on their knees subconsciously pleading for negativity! Check your mental real estate to change your Fate, developments come late, far off, well after thoughts pop off. I ought to always show a solution when I scoff at confusion, even if I’m just choosing a one-off!

Rescind and blend better ways through clever plays from weathered days. From begin to zen, sin to end. I’m in to rend my best and worst options popping. Caution testing first, vibing off my curse. Teeter tottering without lurching or stopping is how I’m fathering each higher desire fireburst!

My head gets right when I aspire to be fed ahead of the fight. Not just lately, but even as an unwanted rotten baby…       when often forgotten in the night I was frightened instead of coddled. Much like shaking up lightning in a bottle, fuckers were taking delight in the awful, and I was waking up with no lights or righteous role models! So a rare parasympathetic nervous response…    shares frenetic pearls to bomb…    from the wary increments I stood through instead of dad and mom…    always gone…    so I learned all ways to stand and move on.

Now splitting vice and getting righteous with what’s within, behind the mic I spin! Don’t even need the weed to reach and grow Aesop’s seeds when I flow, but I get RILED on gin and rum! Ahead of the night with a prehensile tongue…   to represent tensile strength and fun….    indiscrete unique style, the street speaks my evidence and foes at my feat bleat for tighter cred than a spider’s web! Frets I sense despite the red wires me like I was misled to rig my wang into bed with the Big Bang!

Forgotten blues hiding, never stopping truth dividing. Dispersed to immerse and zoom. Suture future wounds too soon. I’m like an escaped dragon Fate won’t be bagging with lady-deities I’ve been shagging while their creator-deus’s are busy bragging, I’ve held back tightly welded tracks…    lagging…    in a state of grace laughing.

Still ill and riding shotgun, vibing the unfurled haze from early days of Earth’s maze. The kind of plays Forgotten One’s displaced first on the hearse of the late universe!

Step up and step back, I’m here to lay down tracks. Picking up slack, brooking no flak, never mincing words always biting back! Quicken your bliss and listen to this over “Inertia Creeps” from Massive Attack!

Maybe it was the way I was raised, so hard to find a sage when you’re coming of age in the Wild West so full of rage. So when you see me coming today? Don’t test my play. I’m done with warnings and just warming up to a combustible bouquet! It’s just my gentle chaotic way so should this hood turn to dismay I’m prepared any evening for the divine cleaving of my final day!

Gracefully abrasive, the ingredients for a feckless face, fit for calling shit! Honest in case of amazement, take my place and set the pace! Crazed liberation, raising the animation, blazing haze across the nation, phrasing with lucid imagination what sets loose from self-education! I strived like I survived: by Hell’s determination!

Pain into pride while the pretty and vain ride. Petty avarice like rain, washing the mask, leaving only the stain! It used to cost just to question a homie his claim. Now and here are walls of etiquette but I vow to appear where brawling fits! Or falls, “accidental” to forget! Nuns claim never to get wet while priests take choirboys to bed!

It won’t be forever until with Archimedes lever Earth is flung into dread! Don’t sever your treaties, first be clever instead of needy, remembering your dead! Whether greedily cheating discretely or feeding the diseased fever the seedy graffiti in your head treasures its freedom and I’ve been reading it! So don’t ever measure your life-wish against my vice-list because leather gets strong when wet and I treasure to get wrong when set, traipsing through Normandy’s heather with Cerberus running alongside…     as my pet!

The Aftermath:

Russian blizzard wasn’t considered enough to bust a pause in my Cold War! Pushing the Wizard of Oz to the floor! Boot to throat, my gun to his scrote…. I shoot and with a gurgled note that’s all she wrote!

Turgid and disturbed, herded scary verses, rarely misspoke. A 9 millimeter mind kills time by finding rhymes ill. I’m eating my pain by beating your brain to a standstill! Like the Brill Building, reaching through every vote you’ll ever find and every note that could ever shine to handle right… thank the still willing Brill Building next time you’re handling your night under candlelight!

Daily staking my claim and I’m distilling vapor by filling paper and always willing to wager feeling each caper! Major layers and finer japes for sure, find their way to blur clean between lines for multi-scene kaleidoscopic, polysyllabic rocking it crimes! No disputing what I’m shooting. Firing certain bombs like Vladimir Putin behind the Iron Curtain strong! A mind to disperse what first went on. It’s a curse as time only worsens forgotten wrongs! But I find I’m blurting, too rotten to just go along. It’s only disturbing if you’re swerving to follow my song.

My kind challenges deities never created by me. Scavenges warrior psalms, stigmata palms, water calms but fire turns it all back on! Exposing Fate’s diseased, late I set free to escape out of history! I’m unlimited while I’m with it, so I’m infinite for the win of this, on it, discrete, to reach old souls chronic and complete, like Quantum Leap! My lady says I’m honest even in my sleep lately and late I set free buried truth in every slick spree. No excuse for carrying less than victory. I cut loose listening wary blessed to sin scot-free ‘cuz God missed me when I slipped him a mickey!