How Do I Taste To A Plant?

Brambles entangle my legs and knees!
Avoiding lively,
Hide and seek direly!
I slipped and tripped on a moistened
Vine-leaf.

Noise-some I’m thus tied to a tree!
This animal is handled
By Poison IVY!

“Your scent I adore, Mistress but I implore, if you stand back, 6 feet or more!”

Orrrr…. she could IGNORE….

What I asked for.

Instead?

She’s CLOSER now.

I suppose that’s a reeeoar growl.
I just had to try that ploy, but wow!
I didn’t know hamadryads COULD prowl!

Negotiate my way out of this and how…
She’s CLOSER now?
Whoa… my fate lands
In the green hands of a drow…

Fuck it, for all the skill in flow, she still says no?
Loosen a hold, a slip to blow?
I’m hoping…
For a rhyme to go ….
Time to be wasting…

Another glowing verse to crow for close-scoping …
With a voice to make the blind sigh and see?
Oh for ME, there’s no avoiding Poison Ivy…

My forehead and neck and shoulder joints are showered!
Annointed by the nectar of growing flowers.
Like the point of blessing her with each flow is devoured,
Every hook and joint is ingested and she grows empowered!

Fuck! This predator is set for sure and
I was the stupid sap (No pun intended in that)
Who was used to rap
And spat his way right into this trap!

She’s soaking up every track
Growing fast,
An oddity to show like Dr. Moreau’s Zoo
Blowing up from my riddles to pop
Like Little Shop’s
Audrey II!

FUCK! I CAN’T STOP IT TOO!
I was just trying to be taking,
A chance at time to be wasting,
Stalling to keep from falling,
But apparently THAT’S ALL IN!
Everything is everything like the clever ring I bring!

‘Cause it’s far from slaking,
Her thirst for every fireburst I disperse!

The end of this curse?
Symbiotic vampire rocks like a tramp’s desire!
Poison Ivy intends to chain me as a friend!

Just to have no end
Of tasting,
My re-assembled from before,
Warrior-core temple in store,
Carried in my zone,
Re-birthed, reworked, re-grown,

Pheromones in the air
Spared from the tomes I shared from my dome,
On and up to carry on,
A rare parasympathetic response

Hold on…
Like the legend from the Golden Dawn…
An EATER OF BOMBS? SHIT!
THAT’S the expressed raw pounce to fit?
My indiscrete weakness?
From the Law of Unexpected Consequences?

In every land I take my stand so I guess what keeps this man in check is a Mistress of Plants!

Aftermath:

Rebuilding yourself with true intent?
Freely willing and I’m too sore.
So poor I could only afford the blue print.

No wealth was left for me in the day.
So with stealth I was self-made.
FUCK asking “What’s my lot in life?”
I was in LUCK with doing “What’s BEST with what I’ve GOT in life?”
So I was dealt some debts to be paid.
And felt what was left to be played?

Set a spark and started my fray.
Like a shark I smelled blood through my daze.
On a lark I left Hell and rubbed my nose in the mud through the maze.
It wasn’t a suicide play.
If you knew what was inside me back in the day?

What I had to do to pick up slack and drive?
Just to be bad enough to kick facts and survive?
Wasn’t an attention feat, to accomplish.
It’s the entrance fee just to be acknowledged.

You’re sentenced to be injustly abolished…
Or incensed hot to bust until you’re polished…
That’s the best side of living on the West Side!

It’s only natural, in a land where you’re tactical and magical or get blasted for not being adaptable.
Yeah, it’s fucking literal.  If you don’t have frets to roll, you’re forgettable. But everyone needs to eat yo.

Sure. Stress me to crest since age 5.
No cure. Now I can’t rest ‘til I die. Debts inside.
Left to ride I had to JET just to get by.
So I’m set to get so high there’ll be clouds forming around me.
It’s PAST unfair being born in Orange County.

So from scorn this Pirate among Men
Had to be reborn and try it again.
My FLOWS span what I PROgrammed.
Everything I KNOW, every rhyme in the span?
Is some clinging episode when I had to take a stand.

Unfree from my own will so I got hungry to rebuild!
Art to invest like the fortress was blessed by the Divine Architect.
I just got done blazing, that wasn’t a D. Arch. reference to the Masons.
You see I spark what I jest
Because EVERYONE has to do their part to crest!

Fears outbid, tipping pyramids to invest,
And become their OWN damn Architect!
Saying this and slamming it like the Tao in my flow
Just like Abraham Maslow
Paring with ease, his charted Hierarchy of Needs!

I couldn’t match for fate
That status race
So I got out of that place
And got proud with grace

To re-invent
With what’s self-evident
So the anomaly of this animality
Is to test all reality

Testing everything, all day through.
Blessing what proves to be true.

Assuming only
Like the single lonely
Man left when this world is spent
That all that is surely sensed?
Is just mirage murals lent
By the 1 fucking percent!

So I’m bucking and getting incensed!
I’m not playing anymore, not your disabled slave!
I’m slaying my way out of Plato’s Allegorical Cave!

Driving this exclamation like the 5% Nation,
I’m writhing and reclaiming invested to the end!

A thick head willing to begin and crawl all over bent!
Like the 6 million dollar man!
So every day I wake?
Is another play to take.
Another mission to envision all my ambition.
And stand in the gutter with the decision to make my way
Like I was remaking the first day!