The Sylvia Plath Effect

CHASE away the red stars
With stars and bars
On the back of clown cars
Driven by green and gringos
Trying to bring those
Drugs into the slums
Of techni colored dreamcoats.
Toss em all in prison
listenin' to the lie
Of the black crook
And his hook
or her red book
While we fund cartels;
Cause we can't get bread
When all people are fed.
Or so Freidman said,
So make the free men dead.
Not a tear'll be shed
In the land of red white, n blue when 
Blackwater puts a bullet in the back of your head.

So watch your back
when you point to the terror we fund
A mirror, fecund,
Abundant with death,
Cops, oil and meth
Don’t hold your breath for justice





We say “Never forget.”
Even as we kill
The indigent indigenous.
Know I am not feeling this
No, the feds are stealing this.
The land, the songs, the lives
With words and knives
Even Forced sterilizations
On the reservations.
So when do we stand up?
When do we say enough is enough?
When will we hear the dead,
And sing:
Freedom won’t ring,
Til we scream:
I am a revolutionary.

US (beats. Axian x highspirits)

If you turn up the volume real loud, you can hear me singing kinda.

It was just before the fall
Not long ago, as I recall
That I was who I used to be
But that was then and this is me.

The mind is a mirror on fire
And the smoke it produces
Both deceives and confuses.
Watch and let the flame burn free;
Commit the sight to memory.
Don’t forget the ghastly sight
Of smog dissolving into night.

And once it clears, I can see
That I was who I used to be.

I Remember

Beat is Don't Think About Tomorrow by fantompower.
https://soundcloud.com/fantompower

Lyrics:

The rill dried when he died,
No— I lied, I cried,
My eyes had been
Dead, but died
not then
But when?
That’s right--
Alone again,
Latchkey kid
Hidden amid forbidden id.
I did not intend to spend
His end amending
Or pretending
My best friend
Was anything
but real.


But like my youth,
I’m home alone,
On my own
Can't atone
For my sad tone.
So used to bearing
A stumbling
Bumbling
Lush—
Hush!

I never missed
Dead weight
Until he was dead,
But the bird,
The boss,
The albatross,
Still hangs like
A used noose.
Cut me loose
From my straight jacket
Unlatch it; I lack it:
That stacked wit
That‘ll save me,
That he gave me.

Skyy’s the limit.
So now what?
Frown fake for
Baked cake and candles
To slake an ache
And shake awake
The quake of a 
Mid-lake snake,
The Oryx to my Crake,
And forsake a mistake
And its scandals?

Break the brakes
And take the opaque
Path as cruel psychopath
Who can’t handle his wrath
And wears his socks with sandals?

Well, all I know:
No hand or hug
Triggers the drug
And any stroke 
Feels like a cold 
Stethoscope
On the back of
This misanthropic
Dope, I hope you
Keep your hands
To yourself,
But don’t do that either.
I just need a breather.
Unclench my fist
I’m not Sisyphus
The mist
Last kissed
My brain
When pissed
So I'm down
The drain.
It’s amiss.
(1:54)
Atoms never touch,
And Eves don’t linger;
I won’t point fingers
It’s too much;

I long for God,
and a rib turned broad,
another who’s flawed
Enough to love me.
All that’s wrong,
The dance and song,
Is just that I must
Say:
I don’t know
How to be any less
Alone.
Like a zen koan,
The aphorisms
Of my youth bemoan.
“I see
Said the blind man
To the deaf man
On the phone.”

No Tears / Don't Think About Tomorrow

https://soundcloud.com/mc_pote/i-love-u

Lyrics:
I refuse to feel a feeling
Use the booze to souse the healing
In a juice that stymies real
Lingering desirous reeling.
I am dealing with the painful
Stab of drab, obtuse concealing.
Scars have settled on my arms
The harm is hiding pain’s revealing...
I'm used to feigning that I’m well,
The game of hiding in my shell.
I ride that train til I’m in hell.
Can’t quell the echo of the knell
That sings I’m here—
The flame of shame
That burns the blame into my bell.

Nothing on the outside,
Nothing on the inside.
Nothing on the outside,
Nothing on the inside.
Nothing on the outside,
Nothing on the inside.
Nothing on the outside,
Nothing on the inside.

We’re not the same; I’m not my pain.
The dope, my brain, a mean quatrain,
Hopes dopamine is seldom seen
And keeps on preening til serene.
But cutting never leaves the scene,
And I am bleeding out unseen.
So while the wound is staying clean,
I’m wrapping gashes with caffeine
To stay awake til dreams convene
For hope to cope with grey routine.
My waking reverie to glean
Grave taking me before foreseen.
The lines made lies—
Flay dread to shreds,
Til red makes dead
my head’s morphine.

Nothing on the outside,
Nothing on the inside.
Nothing on the outside,
Nothing on the inside.
Nothing on the outside,
Nothing on the inside.
Nothing on the outside,
Nothing on the inside.

But arms to harm aren’t mine to line.
I’m not fine, fightin’ divine wine,
In time the chime shines, a shrine
I’ll build when filled, to sing not mine
But yours— it cures! This war’s got me
Tapping, rapping for that sunrise,
You won’t let go, and I surmise,
My eyes on skies inciting sighs:
Bore your core blow; hips are sore though.
You won’t let go;
Lips show more glow
Cause I’ve seen You,
That sweet embrace
Was face to face,
And yet I live;
And yet I live;
And yet I live.

Your arms are beautiful,
Your heart is growing,
Your face is glowing,
And joy is showing.
Everything, everything, everything.

Cut It -- i love u

Beat is snow & sand by j'san x epektase

https://open.spotify.com/artist/5iMUho98faEp2w6j5p44PH?nd=1
https://open.spotify.com/artist/31jYTsfmnHqcK7ahdqlqmo?nd=1

Lyrics:

Quarantine is keen to make
Unforeseen day dreams
Of nine to five tween teams.
The tik toks and Twitter stalks,
Even when they mock my chalk talks.

I really do miss em.

My kids?
Leave em in the alley
The strays go ways
I’ll never know, it pays
To stay and flow
Watching replays
for days
In slow mo.

I’m bleeding
Never said goodbye
Would cry
But my
Job is still
To stay dry
And kill the will to die.
Days Zoom by,
Rooms filled with sighs
Or empty.
Can’t see em,
Try to teach but can’t reach em.
Web’s spun
Don’t run
In homes
That need em most.
Lunch is served
It’s all toast.
Just for unnerved
Slaves of the
System,
Miss em, too,
And I see
The inequality
Of the “free”
Is not red
Not white,
But all blue.

It was the worst of times.
A bad dream,
It seems
No scheme
Could redeem the team
That's been watching em die,
But why
Should I make life
A livid Ovid elegy to see
Why I’m not free
When I could be bliss
Amidst wine and whiskey kisses,
Ignorance my misses (mrs.)
The bard warned,
“A yard charred
Wouldn’t guard 
Against another 
Scarred czar.”
Rid of his
Trump card,
Nero burns
To spurn
The learned
Who’re mad at the unearned wealth in times of health
And madder still
When they kill in stealth.

Microbes see air
Call me
Robespierre,
Fall free
In despair,
While they
Beat the poor
For more
Cents,
No sense.
Where’s the
Recompense?
Now that’s dense.

The world is
A place for fighters
Fighting for desires
In the mires of the shire,
Merry, Pippin, esquire.
A liar gets by
Not on sly lies
But good guys
Who let it slide.

Fear not.
I got
That manic panic
To float the
Titanic.
So Stay calm, Give alms.
And live.

Irate Warrior

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