dream I when the world doesn't make much sense to your grace, but you still follow through the rabbit hole, when the people around you have no face, and yet you know their full surnames and all,
when you clearly see shadows, colours, shapes, but yet your lie your eyes closed in darkness, your limbs are moving, through times and landscapes, but yet for some hours you are motionless,
without any effort you are sweating, without knowing you're releasing fluids, when without knowing you may be speaking, some are walking, snoring, or in lucid
when all these little things become a theme, you know it's time to wake up from the dream
dream II when it's not logical or possible, yet it makes sense for some unknown reason, it means that your dreaming has to fiddle, dream or nightmare? your mind may play treason,
when dying seems like the only escape, but you'd woken up in another fight, our mind can't fathom that there's no escape, what if each nights is another life ? Might
you say "it doesn't mean people aren't real!" no way of knowing, maybe they aren't though, what if deja vu are bumps to the wheel? what if it's like in that one old weird show?
soz, you were saying? what am I doing? So sorry, I must have been day dreaming.
Again Sitting on the edge, a breeze makes you fall, Asleep, 'spite your efforts you're motionless, Drowning, your tears invisible to all, The call from far away echoes, useless...
Sitting on the edge, oft' you fly away, Daydream, put in motion a fantasy Breath in hope, lungs air-filled to runaway, Call back to earth, no hope, and yet maybe...
Brain is sick, wrong self diagnosis though, Brain goes fast, wrong usage, some potential Or just way too much idiocy, woe Anxiety for your sole credential
Crazy, excuse or handicapped, time flies Lazy, suicide, homelessness, one cries
Lesbatron is on the street, sweepin bitches off their feet. Haters hatin cuz they weak, listening to lesbatron, + Show Spoiler [speak..] +
spit.. while the hoes do splits, scizzor like they getting fits, kiss.. and caress they clits, all the while they flappin tits, screamin like they're panickin, lesbatron is stacking ching, ching.. you think you a king? nah you best start vacatin. Lesbatron tha ace in hurr. This ain't fake it's real for sure, keeping all a y'all astir, making all the bitches purr.
ying yang balance, without, no darkness, she guides the boat throughout the endless nights, ying yang, no darkness, ensue blindness, she guides the souls after the longest fights,
the clouds act as a mask to her beauty, always expected after the stern tears, those can be of joy, nature's tapestry, one sees her then hears her, her strike one fears
we learnt to tame her, which brought us some heat, great finding, might precipitate our end, it's a cycle... a bubble? no a zit! we'll leave our mark on earth, a scar in sand,
ying yang balance, birth is giving light ying yang death is just another night
In many ways I'm a toad or a frog, I feed on flies, and those...they feed on shit... As the majestics, I live in a bog, Stinky and muddy swamp I inhabit.
I croaked with my coarse voice, same chant always... I jump and jump, but never leave my pond I'll get a princess, using the old ways Of course I'm no prince but of tales I'm fond
Am I poisonous? My friendships die... But let us be fair, it's not nature's fault. My body will serve and students will cry, They will wonder, where did get so much salt?
Now, now, let me get back to my damped pit, Alone, I can pretend I'm full of wit
As the frog, my true tinge remains all green. As the frog, my skin is not at all pure. As the frog, my resting face appears mean. As the frog, my footsteps are odd for sure.
From my bog, I'm swimming to no avail. From my bog, I try singing without grace. From my bog, I try resting but I flail. From my bog, I try jumping without pace.
Through the fog, they all would like to reach me. Through the fog, they would like for me to dance. Through the fog, they would like me all happy. Through the fog, they would like me with a stance.
I stand on a log, dance with my fever. I stand on a log, log on a river.
the dead or the living, them or us, who's waiting, stuck in eternity, perpetual duality, we keep writing the song, until god strucks the gong, yesterday we thrived my train just arrived
repugnant creature, on this earth, crawling pungent cloud, around her, floating unbearable attitude, isolated from others pathetic destiny, not that it matters correct upbringing, failed adaptation to this world, another malformation
My dearest little Lou I love you My dear small palpitating star I love you Deliciously elastic body I love you Vulva that tightens like a nut-breaker I love you Left tit so pink and so insolent I love you Right tit so tenderly pinky I love you Right nipple of champagne coloured non champagnized I love you Left nipple similar to a small newborn veal's forehead horn I love you Labia minora abnormally enlarged by frequent touching I love you Exquisitely agiles butts that push well back I love you Similar to an hollow and dark moon bellybutton I love you Mane as light as a forest in winter I love you Fluff covered as a birthed swan armpits I love you Adorably pure fall of your shoulders I love you Thighs of the shape as aesthetic as an antic temple column I love you Hemmed ears like little Mexican jewellery I love you Hair bathed in the blood of loves I love you Smart feet feet that stiffened I love you Waist which has never known the loose sized corset I love you Amazingly done back that arched for me I love you Mouth o my delights o my nectar I love you Unique gaze star-gazed eyes I love you Hands which movements I adore I love you Singularly aristrocratic nose I love you Undulating and dancing gait I love you O lil Lou I love you love you love you
they say I could be great, but I ain't tall got potential, got what now u dumb shit ain't reaching my peak, all I do is fall I'm trying to rap with no beat
trying to write with no ink learning without book and you can see my weak link between tow verses with no hook
I got one though, depression how nice is that for a loser always in a state of desperation all I do is act like a f-king poser
layers (without counting the syllables too much) usual joke, more layers than an onion my clicks create a ring, nothing disturbing bind them in darkness, magnet minions keep tabs on all those tapes, decent lurking
brain fried u p, serve my orders, that's too fast for you, but it ain't cheap, don't you soil not your kind of joint, but don't blast, fire up, ready to grill, boiled oil
call me chief, I don't bake but got you high, use your fingers, for this to work getting dirty, staart eating, don't lie, want some sauce, you are reading it, pig to pork
paris was too lazy, kim shared her back, sly? I'm spitting like the God, this offspring a fly
(verses getting freer for now) On his birthday, the wished for happiness, Of the family, of the doctor and nurses, of the boy Of his borthers and sisters, of his teachers and employers, for greatness But for all they wished, someone was losing joy
On his wedding day, he wished for fhe impossible Eternal love, faithfulness, no disease, no grieving A good happy life, nothing horrible, But for all he was wihing, anxiety was growing
On his deathbed he wished for satiety, Of his mind, of his stomach, of his groin, Of his taste, touche, hearing, sight, of his body But for all he wished, he got nothing, rotten loin
All these bars set so high, recipe for depression All this thing to avoid, all of this leads to deception
(verses more free yet again) Everybody is stupid around my person My father he is sick, silently dying My mother, she is losing her reason My sister, our relationship is fading
At work I was struggling, too slow I was praised though, hard worker I went back to uni, it's the same limbo They all say I have potential though, dumb liar
They I have to think of me first, let's talk about me I'm battling depression, but we are in an embrace Like lover, cheating on my family, I got anxiety, no one understand, I've to hide my true face
Issue is I'm like everyone Issue is, they told me I could become the One
Back to "normality" I killed the only damn thing that loved me Procrastination, depression, or not? I'm living the dream but brain doesn't agree Nothing's logical, no way I'm a bot
See what I did, a lazy mechanism Fake poetry, fake layers of nothing Read that to the greeks, they'd say "barbarism" Another pun, but there is no meaning
To this nice poem so far, weird isn't it It's dark in there, I'm in my own batcave, In the dark? should I be more explicit? I guess not, hurts your brain like a bad rave
and ... it's gone, mean there there the shit is done and before you know... bim bam boom I'm gone
No Life I can't keep on pretending, I've no life I don't read, watch, listen to the news, lost I don't act, bland and white, I have no life I don't watch shows, movies, videos, lost
I don't write blogs, journal, invisible I don't play more than one game, empty brain I don't talk, eat alone, invisible I don't listen to podcasts, empty brain
I don't play an instrument, no talent I don't play sports, chess, go, board games, no joy I don't learn, retain, improve, no talent I don't hug, kiss, caress, hold hand, no joy
I can not keep going on not living My shit poems I can keep on writing
(no meter again) On walking and home; I walk the same earth, of people left out or appearing in book, Trying to follow the path of some of the greatest, Avoiding the road others took, I've walk more distance than some, but I won't go the furthest,
I've come across many person, Will encounter others on my road, On the sidewalks of someone's mansion, On the some dirt road, here and abroad
I don't really leave home, never leave my city, Yet I feel like I'm lost, I hope I'll die with a roof for me and my family Maybe the hospital will be my final host,
In circle, to square one, in my ivory tower, I walk relentlessly, from my bench however...
(free again) Just a question, what if I'm no sick? Then I have no excuse for my bad attitude, Then I have been playing fair but nothing got to stick, Just an observation, cause I'm tired of another platitude
Just a question, what if they are right? Then I need to move my ass, and soonner rather than later, Then I need not to worry too much about the future, or I might... Just an interrogation, that keeps me awake similar as a thinker
Just a question, am I a pussy or do I have anxiety? Based on that, I could know myself and advance in life, Based on that, I could know if I need help or to be ballsy, Just my imagination, I guess, running wild causing some strife
Just my daily rumination, and a bit of a writing, Then my day got to its culmination, and I can keep going
I'm poisonous, all around me gets sick I'm toxic, all around me suffocate I'm pollution itself, I am a prick An asshole, a jerk, I'm not intricate
I'm corrupted, sinner giv' in to all sins, I'm laziness itself, can't work or shit, I'm not a nice angel by any means, I'm pretty stupid, couldn't earn a treat,
My mind's treacherous, to me and others, My tongue, split as the vile snake, it tells lies, My hands, cause destruction can't make wonders, My brain, always scheming, always it cries,
Something must be wrong in my blood or brain Nothing to make me happy, that's certain.
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