I seek to peak beneath the concrete where the angles sleep. I drill six feet deep and creep my ear to the hole to hear them speak. Bridging their unconscious dreams to reality and what it seems like to me is that we're weak. Acting like there is a difference between one, some and none. Asking someone different, "where'd you come from?" like it's where their blood runs. The race is never done. We are the son of the sun, birthed by Mother Earth, the conscious cousins of the dirt. Some may hear these word and conceder them absurd. Okay, then stay in your world. I'll try to make peace in mine, love, and find a piece of mind. Grow passed the point of "divine" but cry when I get defined as an angle. Like I was looking for the label. Unable to turn a round table I'm doomed to fulfill the fable. A knight in the night because when that sky darkens I'll fight for the light going against the heartless. Society, being incomplete, puts me to sleep and berries me six feet deep beneath the concrete.

An Angel

Check the stakes. We're sound asleep as we're wide awake. The body rests, as the mind races at more than a single pace. Brain waves manipulate space. That's why some apes are standing sideways while humans are building highways. Displaced prays keeps us calmly crazed, cause it's our brains aim to maintain pains. Yet smoking haze for days leaves our minds stuck in a daze. Like a lab rat trapped in a maze. We vibrate rays infinite ways setting our soul a blaze. Disproportionate features evolve creatures because grip reapers kill the creepers of this earth. Appreciate life for what it's worth. Reciprocating meanings and feeling sense birth. Think of death as a curse? That's absurd! The death of the weak makes the cycle complete. The cheap way to insure diversity is inert to me, that's why the rippers are reverting me.

When The Reapers Revert

Is connection containing perception? Just a question loosing progression. God described as the unknown and the known as things that simply unfold. That's what we're told, adding to the world we behold. As that world becomes large so does our knowledge. "The belief in God is a mirage of un-logic garbage." Says someone who is pissed, "For we already know of all there is. Why must there be a God for existence to exist?" For that I say this, "Existence exists because it is witnessed. God is not defined by intelligent design, what I find is it's the time that runs blind nothing in front nor behind. Vastness giving birth to the unlikely, past this impossibility is unsightly. Brightly lit creation not limited to imagination brings further confirmation of the emergence of determination. Life, the hidden knife in the vivid fight. Our insight of what is right brightens the night with growth as the light. The unknown, understood and everything in between is the machine we're all apart of and you’re in the midst of things."

Why Existence Exists

Lines like skipping rocks. Rhymes filling the time between ticks and tocks. They talk of a flock of minds which define the times yet stalk the clocks. The flock must stop they're stocks which rock they're blocks. Where cop's shots cause dots and pops in dread locks that drop in the same spot as un-cocked glocks. The skipping rock is spinning, ringing, gritting, giving energy into each wave. They behave in a range between brave, amazed and engaged then gives on what the stone gave. The flowing rays leave those who gaze at the haze in a daze for days and days. Not just a faze, in fact, they're trapped. A cardiac has surpassed the lack of fact, it's back to packed. Backpack the track as if we wrote the map and we react to attacks so fast time has passed before they're lashed. We hide behind a state of mind. It can change yet we'll still be blind. This find, this philosophy got me changing my body. So now I'm godly and only I can stop me from the hobby of creating. Generating a generation with minds on permanent vacation. For it's the creation of a perception of connection that is the resurrection of an extension of perfection.

Skipping Rocks

One bonk amongst two monks. Tightly tucked and love drunk their clothes get chucked in the trunk. Feeling the funk as they fuck and each touch as they bust. The sweet smell of musk fuels the lust and the must for one another. They then mutter smooth as butter to each other contemplating why people suffer. 
"It’s miscommunication of the inpatient that spreads starvation across the nation that we wait in. The lack of connection through diversity is a concern to me... perhaps an obsession. So let's twist our perception to manifest our dimension into one with an invention that invokes the right to redemption. Hire the henchmen to retire each conception that inspires the inception of the fire that threatens them." 
"But, the chemical algorithm forms venom that renders them useless. I can taste this music. An almost allusive pinch on my thong as I use it. My tonsils would think I'm abusive, so why do I do this? Letting my mind spill gives me a thrill a calming chill as I prove I'm ill. I see a tree on a hill. With two clouds in the sky in-between the sun and two birds flying by. I concentrate on this landscape that seems to demonstrate the fine line between Earth and space. The line is not fine when I see a face. For it's the mind that defines spaces and times. Creating lies which hide ties that would bind demise to the mind. So what you find along the ride is what has not been denied." 
The two monks reside back on the bonk each nodding cause they got what they want. Both we're hoping to have their minds open. Now they're costing on an ocean of emotion.

Two Munks

Get down with flow threw the town we will roll with rain, sleet, hail and snow. Bro a lot of facts I know show no more war then a horse. So of course I’ll show no more remorse. I’ll morph into a cheetah and eat ya, not as a main course, I already had pizza, I’m just board. 
Spores that pour out my pores and germinate the whole world leaving it scorched. Forests are forced to forage for courage not to forfeit. Before it gets morbid I’ll record it to report it while I'm out in orbit. 
Then I'll get down so that i can look around on the ground for the crown which I rightfully deserve, but with no one around to serve what’s a king other then a word?
I’m utterly absurd and he others me conquers. I'm still persisting not to listen because I look exquisite in golds and pearls. Imagining a girl with golden curls and she can be my queen. 
Playing our roles, making this cream, steeling the sum and leaving the mean. 
In the midst of this dream I woke up to a seen where I see the sea bursting at the seams. And the burning that it brings doesn’t harm me none, but it’s the first warmth I felt sense I smothered the sun. I guess the mother has won. and my bothers will come, but get down everyone for what the burning has brung. 


Get Down

Style Set Free

You want a sample of my work, I scrap and spread the dead because there is no dirt. Promptly feeding the cut cadavers to birds. Not for the lord but just for the cash. My hands that slice and slash dance with my head when I’m rapping fast and with my legs as I dip and dash with sacks of stash. Fanatically fast. I’ve got the sadistic-est laugh. Imagine matching the fright of fist fighting gorillas with a tone. Bro, I’m prone to hold the chrome, but known to hold my own. Cold shoulders showing gnomes to respect the zone or I’m on the phone then they’re bones in the catacombs. Earths service isn’t my home it’s just the ghetto I come up here just to get hoes. 

This course courses from my core to pour out each orphus which opens for the metamorphosis of my metaphorces.

 I’ve been posting in the ocean and only occasionally coasting. Navally a serpent with faithful swimming servants and on terrain I’m a tyrant lurking and hurting with hurricanes. Respect the fame even if its infamy. Infinitely fleeting infant infantry. A twenty percent portion of the abortion industry. I don’t feel free, I still proceed. So hopefully I’ll oversee; homeless sleep and the broken bleed. Hopeless speak threw some gorgeous teeth. Soaked in gold and they still seam cheap. I’m steaming mad if you’re on my street, stream or creek. I’ll beat: strong or week. Physique is nothing when Im hunting they’ll be running then I’ll be stuffing heads. The body’s dead but the face remains. The birds are fed, no trace of stains. then their brain is chained in a cage that’s made of razor blades. 

This course courses from my core to pour out each orphus which opens for the metamorphosis of my metaphorces.

 If you’re feeling sentimental there’s no cents in my mental only dollars, Cattilac Impalas, and cattle stacked in aisles. I will raise a pile of those steaks to chew my grass and brake the snakes that choose to lie then lay in their wake. Rake in the green burn the grass to contemplate. The smell of mud, the thirst for drugs, cracks from guns and the sight of blood. Not on my body but my buddies, frightfully they’re giving hugs. Now I’m getting bloody as their red runs. I give them red rum to make him numb and murdersum to murder a sum. Now their lives are done or just begun? Contemplation is fun but I must pay attention: no divine intervention in these trenches. I’m drenched in other retched things the orders bring us wretched soldiers to leave the trench and cross the border. As the mortars land where no men should band together me and the gang will march in any weather. Whether or not its hailing lead, we’ll be inhaling meds and exchanging bead. Wail the enemies hail shrines of impaled men that spread from end to end of a muddy see bed.  We’re not coming for money we’ll be hunting for heads. Blending in the lead sleet then burning the bastard’s beards as they lay in bed asleep. Sweep through the street shredding meat, spreading peat to let them seep beneath the sediment six feet deep. May they rest in peace.


Metaphorces

I’m with my gorgeous newly wedded wife running through a forest in the dead of night. Her lightly rippling thighs are quite the sight for my slightly squinting eyes. I follow her, excited, to find out my surprise that she’s been running her mouth and rambling about. Yet, I’m already surprised cause she never leaves the house, just speaks Spanish on the phone leaning on the couch and now we’re out amongst trees, ruffling through the leafs. I’m rolling down my sleeves cause the fleas are biting but she is enticing. “Here’s the surprise, Bryen.” Said in her defying voice implying she’s annoyed. But I avoid confrontation by avoiding conversation invoking contemplation cause the void I’m in is amazing. A Clear open sky and a straight horizon lays adjacent. The starlight brightly blazing. I stand there gazing at the two lane highway that’s ancient. Yes, space is patient. But back to her statement. “It’s a lovely surprise, the sky’s size has me humbly hypnotized.” She hugs me, her prized possession. She backs up stepping with her hands behind her back, my nut sack trembling, we’ll be fucking, that’s a fact. Then my mind has to counteract my cardiac as her body is dissembling, not shedding her cloths but her skin, I’ve been interbreeding with and alien. My mammalian mind has lead me to find a bride that hides inside of an un-sloppy body. Obviously I run but she stops me. Four four foot feet laying on top of me, this got to be a dream, and then a star I’ve never seen starts bursting at its seams. It seems it’s getting closer. My eyes console my wife’s skinned skin for closure. My conned soul keeps composure. The consul on her console starts giving orders. The implausible impostor leans in forward as the flying saucer hovers over creeping closer. She at least has the decency to speak to me and explains she needs the seeds of three or more species in order to breed and a father for her daughter to feed. So I rip threw my sleeves and jeans strike the beast till she bleeds then proceed to flee at a decent speed. Until the saucer receives her plea and recedes the trees reveling me. I dodge the barrage from the firing squad and then notice something odd as they pick up my brod. A baubles wrinkly blob at the door as they lower the pod to the forest floor. I instinctive react and quickly attack with thrown stones. Davis against intergalactic Goliath. The second stone strikes the zone. So the blob expands, foams and they groan and roar out, “Your highness!”  Then the saucer explodes with light that erodes the Milky Rode. Then I walk home alone in silence. 

A Surprise

Its D3AD LOGIC on the beat!!! 

This this what I be and what I breath, but, they see me on the streets as a beast. And a coffin is not a box if it’s breached, Please let me feast and then you can rest in peace.  
Welcome to the jungle ya’ll ready to rumble? I don’t wrestle but I nestle in a fungal infection that’s infesting your section. The weapon I mess with is no smith and Weston, I invest in asbestos so you’ll be resting in a marvelous murder machine. I hope when your home erodes it’ll seep at the seams as your sleeping in peace you’ll be dying slow enough for me to ream in your deeds. I bid you sweet dreams. 
This this what I be and what I breath, but, they see me on the streets as a beast. And a coffin is not a box if it’s breached, Please let me feast and then you can rest in peace.  (x2)
Redeem your soul and free yourself, don’t feed the hold or fight for wealth. I’ll slide out the mold and strike with stealth if you abide by gold that’s on the belt, now it’s ingrained in your brain so I burn that bitch and I let it melt. But these cyphers are intoxicating my mouth moves and our ears hear the call of Satan. I’ll leave him waiting. I got shit to do, chicks to screw steaks to chew and brews in the basement. Dudes may lose the ruse I use in my conversation when I stick to basics. I’m basically a patient to an unlawful impostor of a doctor. I’ll just foster the sick until I’m a father of six and have a daughter who spits six times better than I ever did. 
This this what I be and what I breath, but, they see me on the streets as a beast. And a coffin is not a box if it’s breached, Please let me feast and then you can rest in peace.  (x2)
 So sit around and take a; sip of my saliva and a shot of what I perspire. Then I’ll advise ya on what will transpire. A course of forest fires. The four horses without riders. Boer poaching pork suppliers. With porcelain pores orbs floating and rising higher. They morph tall and coarse and fall into the earth and boring through the dirt, reach the core as each hole squirts out magma. Leaving beaches made with lava. The orbs that move past tha mantle grab a handle of what’s intangible and they mangle it. The magnetic energy is absorbed in the enemy and heavily damages our catalyst with solar packages. Each orb hatches n’ catches all synapsids and start snapping their synapses laughing as it happens.

Diological

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