numb; asleep on a sprung settee,
I pulled on a string that spun a dream,
Of white and black - but the scene
Needed apt colouring,
The pen and pad’s buggin' me,
I’m trapped under sheets, black cover-chiefs
lack other cheeks, to turn.
toe-tagged & wrapped un-discreet. rap hungrily
or have your corpse stacked suddenly
on the point of the map that's thundery.
fallacy's pathetic, uhm, weak shit. irregular prefix.
vestibular remix, conceptual edict; letters are scenic,
expel them in sequence
with no measure of secret until every key hits,
as long as the essence’s beating I’m never defeated,
prick yourself, prick.
don't fetter thoughts -- better to bleed it.
gung-ho, love hoes, take that protector. don't need it.
ode heeded:
sole phoenix; soul seeded in threads of causation.
misread for caucasian, wow, fuck a skin tone.
open doors of perception and see how your kin grow.
if not: got model ‘87's, akimbo, watch how your wit go
when the tip glow, that’s Eng yo, king flow with a big nose
bent in some mad degrees,
descended from Maccabee's - read upon tapestries,
extended said faculty to seminal mastery.
not really semetic. uncertain, actually.
the feeling's embedded.
staring at the ceiling's emetic.
ugh. break it the fuck down!
uhm. say what you want now:
how to be love-stricken
if the heart on my sleeve was missing?!
Does a thought serve its purpose if the meaning's unwritten?
i speak in tongues, sequenced, spun, peaceful, sprung rhythm.
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fuck you
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Originally Posted by Northern Beggar
