Wbd

 Gotta be super low if I'm on my phone and trying to flow one 

So shunned I don't even show on the go im so unknown I'm subterranean

Stupid like dumb and with 34 rounds you would think I'd have gotten answers 

Im bout to slash and dash outta her like a samurai in a hurry ranned oft prancer

Raining deer names like it's x mas in dis but I'm all loner and no fams not my best

Wild like woodland not a tinge of self wealth I'm no good to nothing bad for the public health

Lock me up and tie me up in jackets cause what it takes i lack it 

Cant hack it I'm stacked with bad habits and I submit i surrender can't stand it 

A little bit hopeless and I'm doubting it's temporary but where I'm at need sanctuary

Cant escape my thoughts tonight and I'm trying not to go crazy 

Ashamed

 Worst year ever fallen so far behind i compartment tell lies and I'm lazy from this pound of concrete jungle spun around and I'm found no farther vector nowhere i never made my great escape i broke I'm down too late I can't even and too lame to create too crooked to get straight too dirty to debate that I'm debased and defamed and unclaimed and still i remain insane in my brain from all the sames self to blames and clee shades I'm bottom lower than I want to remain

So know men

 Twas a night approaching Xmas 

And I'm a chillin on my couch

Listening to the nutcracker

Not using my mouth 

Been thinking bout 

where I am 

Where I'm going 

Where I've been 

All in my feelings 

Thinking in caps 

All while docile 

In between naps 

Feeling too hard 

Feeling ashamed 

Not fixing anything 

Solitaire mind games 

During the day sometime 

Something feels switched 

And the joy of being alive

Gradually replacing feeling like a little bitch 

No longer dwelling 

On having not what I haven't got 

Instead listening to music 

Which to me is a lot 

For i find myself punishing 

For no reason whatsoever 

Myself when I'm midnight blue 

Blame it on the weather 

It's colder now 

And the lights down low 

Make the sadness sweeter 

As I have come to know 

Funky like medina 

Cold snapped inactive 

Lost for a moment 

So unattractive

Finding again self 

When wandering lost 

Is harder than ice 

Perma-frost

How do you talk to an angel?

 Angeliqe 

Angel lick 

Split 

Spit 

Quick

She's sic

Sweet kicks

Betwix

Her I'd mix

With her

Meds with her

Head with her

Make her my

Breakfast

In bed

With

Er...

Sure allure

Pokey

Like her

Skewered

Lure

Id love

To have her

Slide up

In 

Er...

Fer sure

New

Know

Now

Her 

Didn't knew her

But she immediately

Established

That bitch the shit

Manure.

Fountain of you

 Mucha fuck b ing loved 

Shits ova rated 

If you didn't catch that 

Hear 

I'll restate it 

Fuck being in love 

I can't over-state it 

It's like forgotten

On ur birthday

Happy belated

Hate this 

Feeling 

Fuck emotion 

Fuck warm fuzziest 

No devotion

These hoes 

Ain't loyal

Extincted ass house wife 

Lorana Bobb it's desperately bastardized

Cut ur dicks off 

Over circum-

 singe on 

Burn it 

Dash it 

All the lot 

Love and then the marriage

Sinatra and al bundy will tell you 

It's a trap with snared ends 

No debating

adam's family

 as bad as i get

an absolute 

obsolete

more than frozen

no motions

pure emotion

laying in my bed

waiting for nothing

getting it 

effortlessly

my destiny 

is left

not right

the best of me 

somewhere else

festering

im saying uncle

giving in 

tapped out

pardon me

 is it time yet? 

can we go

want you 

to be there 

with you

is that wrong

right now?

can i have you

can you take me

back to mine?

can i take you yet

am i home now?

impatiently waiting

cause shes a dime

a tenderoni 

a PYT 

like M.J.

she moves

got her

grooves

back 

and forth

and fifth 

and sixth

i reckon 

im a wreck

buzzin like a

because:

shes a force

to be with

got a dark side

sorta this 

mind tricks

sithness

hot like fever

im infected with

this sickness

bewitched 

spelling it out

like this is

as if 

she was witness

to my written

on a star 

wish 

list

shes about it

and i 

cant deny 

there is no 

resistance

gotta player 

words with 

displaying

crumbling 

fumbling

gotta stay 

cool 

and smooth 

like a criminal

shes in my head

subliminal

primal 

carnal

pleasures 

of the flesh

looking good 

in fish net

thinking bout 

nothing but 

the cumming

bliss

im a mess 

im a sinner

i must confess

accidentally in there

she signals me

she said so

i got the nod

the light is green 

like fresh 

wet 

sod

braun co.

 nobody calling me

hitting up my line 

im alone 

and really lonely

no credit 

no car

no card 

in decline

what to say 

but woe is me

spent im 

spend i 

days doing not a thing

nothing 

no remorse

no motive

not unlike a corpse

wasting life away

guess i never outgrowed it

dont even see the kids no more

have nothing for them anyway

ive let myself get so far gone

dismanteled 

without pleasantries

im lost in life

eveyone knows it

i can tell 

they can see 

so what good is bluffing

for the broken 

man like me,

its a no. 

its not. 

hello!

im not heroic

so i pray for thee 

to stay far away

im a black hole

self sustaining

all but empty now

what once was

full of promise

rising high 

like the moon

bursting at the seams

now im def deflated

fucking myself 

over and over

on the reg

like a chronic masterbater

as for me?

honestly,

who would want this mess?

nobody, no one, 

im stress

baggage is too heavy

too much to give your best

unwilling to move

scared like a crow

im cowardly 

aint no lyin'

refusing to choose 

frozen in fear 

my hands 

are all but folded 

cant go get it

cause i dont try 

i dont buy it

never now

never then 

never willing

decay enable

im mustang fenced in

im running round in circles

unstabled and un-able

enough 

i quit

im at a loss

im lost 

none lesser 

im a loser

i forfiet 

dont wake me 

the world is better when im not around 

i used to figure 

id figure it out

now im afraid 

ill never be happy

if u catch me fucking up

you have my permission to slap me

sublime

 took this trip no garden grove

smells like weed in this tweaker pad

this aint no fun keyed up lets party

got $5 and lots to unload

this shit is real this time 

if you only knew all the fun i dont have

its hard to find my soul its on the ground

its you!

its that shit thats comin soon

whats that smell its fucking bad

its your head buried under the sand

pretending im in a shitty band

estranged from my mom and dad

living like this makes me sad

saying im happy? well im not

finding out im all i got

all these things i do

the chances i blew

extra extra

 play it cool? 

shit yea right, be fallin in love in the middle of the night

night one white boy swagga and sly

emotional train wreck 

habits has i 

better not get tangled in these spider webs deep in my closet

when you telling me your name i already forgot it

shotty under pillow cause im scared of my dreams

money dollars bills and getting rich quick schemes

true talk real shit not speaking out my ass

step to the plate batter up im the screwball comin in 

im the screwball comin in

better duck (or talk that walk)

yea this screwball comin in

sorry that you saw me yet? 

screw loose 

screw lose

bitch im comin' in

mama raised no fool?

shit i wish, been perfecting fucking up and wreckin shit since day one

im a knight son, that delRyno guy

rosary left hand right holds my 9 

 tarot reading beween the lines 

im high

better not forget about me when im starving for attention

when you forget to fan my flames i turn into a catastrophe

Jesus on my necklace cause im never on my knees

mo' money, less problems steady prayin for so come correct or get off my team 

true talk 

real shit not speaking out mass asses

step to us its batter up the screwballs comin in 

we the screwballs comin in

better duck (or talk that walk)

yea the screwballs comin in

some will never get this, yet some will get it...(again and again)

screw you losers

fuck your boss

bitch we comin' in

Purr y nuh (Lion Chow)

 imma love from a distance if you continue to diss miss so dont dismiss this persistance get with this feels good feels different

say say say

 all this feeding back

black and blue lives

catching each other

by toe tags

me outside

how bout dat?

ekg lines

earthly flat

all under the sun

raisins and grapes 

con's and cop's

wrath

citizen kane

enabled 

unstable

stay in 

no  escape 

in cape

inable

land o'

censoring myself and its getting me upside-down 

eveyone wants to rule the world

have cake

zeros and twos 

vision getting blurry

like the camera showing the gun

the election already in question 

no winner 

we are done

the expiriment is over

no freedom 

in the speeches

entire terms 

trying to impeach this

has gotten so rotten

preachers speak less

no crowds 

no addresses

not sure anymore

bout states 

bout unions

looking to runes

hidden in ruins 

smoke signals

pyre plumes

sudden like doom

blue as lagoons

red and white

lunacy stay tuned

Alzheimer-proof

Musix 

in my ear,

in my dome,

in my soul,

in my bones,

on my 2phones. 

In hurricane winds,

with a tornado inbound,

whilst traveling abroad,

or in your home-town.

In stormy or fair weather,

it matters not a bit,

that shit has the power

to put you in a fit. 

Sublime or chaotic,

what you get is past legit.

The truth,

transcending all

language 

and culture.

Hitting the virgin

the same as the adulterer.

Whether 

working out,

or sitting still.

Sad

or in the zone.

Sober

or stoned,

youngster 

or grown,

the music speaks

truth.

When with friends,

family, strangers,

or most especially 

when all alone...

For here 

or to-go...

Drums

beating,

fast-like 

heart-

chords pulling,

beating

faster.

Repeating.

Repeating.

Never competing

but never

completing.

Sense of impending.

Anticipatory

&angelic-ishhhhhhhh,

Kind 

of like stings

more

like trumpets 

heralding.

Beautiful disaster.

Be it lulling,

auf wiedersehen-ick

dub-step, 

or ending with a gong,

slo-mo...

or a siren's song.

Negativity-deaf

feeding,

not defeating

eating.

We hear and adhere.

Get into it and we go. 

Again and again, 

over rainbows 

and under seas.

It gets inside 

like a disease.

Use we our ears 

to be shown

with pleasure 

without saying please.

Indeed 

music 

moves us,

as if we 

have been 

hardwired.

it would seem.

Born suggestion prone

to do what it deems.

Dance is medicine.

Singing can be too.

It took me 

far

too 

long

to

realize

these are 

the real eyes.

The connections

between 

the soundtrack 

of 

my life

and 

my actions.

How it has 

always 

been

the deciding,

that nudge.

The code that cracks.

when my heart 

feels lack.

That thing.

Known not,

no-named.

In fact

or in fiction

intuition 

submission.

Can't not.

Just.

Listen....

Life itself,

lacking music,

becomes a chore

a bore, but

add a radio 

into the mix

it ignites your 

insides.

Ask for 

an encore,

excites  'em

up sum,

if only

fer a bit. 

The good ones bite.

They grab. 

Stab and slap

It links

my memories

to the seasons 

of my life.

Its the songs

you dance to

when you wed 

her

for love of life

makes you

remember that

night,

she in white.

.

First memory shit,

like mom is over crib.

Immortal 

they are timeless,

bring us joy

like when

we was kids-ing. 

Ourselves 

the ways we

were 

and all

ways

is.

Are.

and will be.

reminding us we are alive 

its the jam you needed to hear

when the piles of shit are up to your nostrils

its the rainbow 

when courting 

its the thing you initially

connect and build upon

the right advice 

you need like that 

Canadian chick's iconic ironic

songs to sing along to

to fall asleep to 

to fuck to 

to buck up to

and say fuck it 

up too late to too

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mBMVy6tQQB8

AzUcar&SPIES(anythingBUTTnigh)-IS

surrounded by beautiful women and men with money to spend the music is loud and with the funds you'll make friends the office is circular more like an egg no sex in the champange room no matter how hard you're still bound to beg these women are sirens and they call out your pockets turning them inside-out better off at home cock-in-sock-it i really enjoy these people in here im working security bravado-ing fear we all wear masks but nothing covers our faces enter at your own risk but surely bring dollars with or else reverse the paces and bring ur broke ass back from whence you cause these girls dance for money if you have to ask you cant afford here you pay for milk and honey

KSureWould♒️

i exaggerate and fluctuate so take me as im imitationating a wave and ride me out player dont hate im b breezy abbrevriated versions of my self and ill leave you waiting and the next moment cling like branch from hanging forrest gump jenny i got styles and tears like crock pots dialed in nile smiles

for tune ate

christo pher walkin' it outta myself. 

im questin' i guess. sin

sigh i am out. so sick; of this; this dis-belief-in-self. shell-o' my former-self-shelfed-opposite-of-well. mentally unhealthy and seemingly never to be wealthy. sunken, elf, shrunken. 

need a boost. im refusing to be a reduction, im envoking a fire inside. catalyst. induction. cowbells hear i. no fear. reaper here i come so -ing  knowing. im on. im on. on. 

LeMeBe

chasing dreams
sleeping less
whales on the broadway
water so deep
shits creek

hippi vans
crystal metodical
casino royal
loyal
fan
seas of um...

directors lawyers
all in traffic
roadie follower
rage-a-holic
ensuing
laughter

wanders home
days spent wasted
to a lonely death
feeling
doomed
anxious

geeRowJorDan

cowardly id be lyin in the shade gettin paid fer the verses and beats but im stuck sucking dodging and ducking the daft darts fate imparts. pungee stix shit and farts poison tipped hit in the dick. sick makes me, this cuntifull sit. ewe eh? shun. does

Custom Kitchen Delivery

Finally a string of days with which to move forward from. Successive days that ended with hope; some semblance of optimism...

“...gosh it was/is so utterly unusual.”

He, she, they, we, would/do later/here recant to whoever/whomever was/is listening, or is pretending/will pretend to be, listening that is. And they will never know what it really is/was, only what it feels/felt like. And so it went. And so it goes. Where it stops one could/can only suppose. Time’s a little bitch like that.

Of those who did, most hardly any recognized it at all. The curve with it’s flattening. The happy in the happenings. And most wouldn’t accept it, not at first, certainly not without a litany of checks and rechecks to verify the validity of the trend. Suspicious of a trap.

Fear makes it like that, constant fortifications to do anything other than feel that feeling again, that panic, that fight or flight, the heart of the attack. Seriously. And so...

All were tragically, truly afraid. Terrified to get their hopes up. They were collectively post-traumatic.

But it was real. Time would tell.
Still nobody dared speak of it out-loud, (superstition you see.) And one could almost confuse it as progress.

https://m.facebook.com/gbZFMR/

20/20

Holy cow.
Oh boy.
Zero balance.
Overdrawn.
Ameri-con.
Cartoony.
Caricatures of civilization.
Characters.
Characterizations.

Waitresses and waiters:
”Can we get the...”
Gotta gut-
check.
Stimulation.
Lack is now
an occupation.

This tightrope
on which we
totter upon
is nothing.
Knot anymore.
We tied one on.

A noose on a lasso
lynch-like.
ITS A TRAP!
Circus act.
Rodeo clown.
Can’t get
back up.
Staying in,
staying down.

Post ‘19 life.
Co-vivid
nightmarity.
Blue and red,
white
and not
alike all
scaredy,
like a kitty.

Squeaky blind mice,
sea to
the shining.
See how we run.
Into ourselves.
Empty like shelfs.

Back to our holes.
Running out
only
to gather food,
but never
to mass-gather.
No show.
No pro-
test.

Interest-ingly
anticlimactic
how we
acclimated easily.
It’s all too sketchy.
Banking on statements
blank as our stares;
as we blink
in disbelief
at these screens
in antiquated,
mass-manipulated,
perplexed anticipation.

B4ore

Way too much of myself
Stuck in here with nowhere
To be saturated in this
Has gotten me so utterfully hopeless
That I’ve just GOT to share it

All the things that should be bringing
Me joy are just fucking boringly
Chizzling away
No more aura in these
Caves of self reflection

Neglecting brings empty me
Stuck inside the memories
Of the used to
And could have
And should have beens

Eye so iso lated
Sick self infatuation
Auto predict
Thinks for me differently
Than the me that makes me elated

Save me grace
Make me remember
The miracle that still exists

The better times
Feel left behind me
Find that I’m always

Waiting.

Corona, my

good a time as any
to compose up on this historic

hysterically laughing
but when i got there
the banks were closed

into woods
backwards
we trot in rows

over the pond
through the rivers
around the flattened earth

went to walmart
felt like purge
worse comes from worst

Zombies from Mars Returns!

https://m.facebook.com/pg/gbZFMR/posts/?ref=bookmarks&mt_nav=0

antsy

its about time
most if not all things are
is
write now
its in here waiting
and the world is in turmoil
fire and bombs
singing songs

follow...

Along

stars align
powers that
be

shit seems too
BB2(tubey)

escalating.
no debating
now we
weighting
sea too
shining

see
man

it's getting
ugly.

sat
@war.

bubba gump
jump
shrimp ship
@sea
see me?

God!?!
Lt. Dan
disband
WWIII

Run.
Run.
Forest.
Run...

Eve act
You ate?
Apple i8
Haters

you?
know?
now?
we?
won?

Nay,
shun

un-der
duh

Sunni
muzzle
less
un

umm.....