Oh, I’m sorry did I pop your perception of me? Whoops, now you see who is really me Oh, you’re offended I see Well, welcome to life We all speak a different style 9.25.13
Tag: Poems
Automatic Surfer Wings
i always thought if i wasn’t me i’d like me, so let me just alight thee look in from a third party democracy corneal injections flare apart from me surfing wise around the heart of me 3.15.15
The Account Balance Is Pure
It will be so strange when shifts change Like the day I’ll rid my flip phone and can via wireless wherever I roam Or the day I won’t be so broke and can choose my destination where I hold close To enjoy a vegan date night, sans home cooking, my meals are alright. Though to…
Guns & Roses
I hear gun in your hand in a pile of worth hang out, pull the trigger save a life ((((( ENERGIES WON’T SHUT UP ))))) ((((( BECAUSE WE CAN KILL ))))) hit and run speaking gun 6.12.14
Living The Myth
The DJ is in the deity You my friend are the deity The goddess of Creation Incarnated through you All anthems commend Your mind has took you there, do not ill-compare For your blood is pure, you are the heir Incarnation of Creation’s prayer 8.14.14
The Bandit Show
they say predictions are bandits mine no less a maze step back record this future life will be amazed bandit ways mine no less a crime step back adore this future life of time 9.11.14
Socially Skewed
I’m so awkward All The Time I know what I want to say It just never comes out that way My social needs to fine tune query I’m so awkward It’s extreme and varies It’s ridiculously scary I trip up on my game so much It’s pretty crazy 11.21.14
Intelligence Writes My Stuff Like Me
Random acts of intelligence ceasingly blow my mind to the point of no return of a fixated time This blends a crime of the realest rhyme Criminal minds of the freest kind hit in motion all these notebooks from the universe to here, now there I follow my conscious rhythm, At least I care, pressingly…
My Soul Knows The Call Of Its Disciple
Your Soul is your highest you Each soul has a disciple The Spirit that is holy comes upon the two Yoking all three, a Divine Trinity A Master in disciple of Unity This unification invokes the writer in Me! 8.25.14
It Is A Sickness To Be Healthy
Listen to me, I do this for luck For the karma-tic dharma involved My conscious knocks and then I click I’m super sick, I look to this See it fit that no-man’s-land is fully sick of a sickness plagued with healthy jewels Latent tools and fishnet worthy of another’s rules 10.23.14
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