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Vibing jams wicked outrageous 

All hallo weening liquid contagious 

Booming bass like rocket house

One of dem knights bound to joust 

All dolled up and dialed up too 

Slide on down ur broomsticks witchs’ brew

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         delRyno ©️XIX

It ain’t what it isn’t

So for real like more than one hundred
More than capable good for having fun with
These days are mixed with mostly up swinging
Look forward anticipating thanks being given
The scales of divine justice are teeter and tottering
Ebbing and flowing wavular see aye ‘aughta sing
Can’t have it all humble pie remnants crumbled bits
Discipline honing the art of keeping about them one’s wits
It seems there’s this balance we all sorta dance
Knights joust it’s the shield stopping the combatant’s sharp lance
The trick is remembering what tools we posses
How easily we forget when under duress
There is peace in the knowing this’s too shall pass
Especially when the universe is kicking your ass
It’s all temporary, these emotions are fickle
When we fester all up in it we begin to pickle
Stagnation in a feel is a waste of sweet time
It’s a burglar of the moment, a victim-full crime
What I’m trying to say in a roundabout way
Is if I cut my life open splayed out on display
I’d see this organism of intricacies with systems in concert
Cogs, gears of war, causing pleasure, others hurt
The machinery of experiences keep the lifetime alive
We need every single one if the whole’s to survive
So I’m taking the good and taking the bad
Taking them both and in that I have
The facts of life.
The facts of life.

bLESSed

Things feel
Correct now
Test is not to fuckitup
Tred me lightly
Boobies are
Traps that snap

Music all ways
Every time
Where rhyme
I aim flying
High sky smiling
Happy in styling

Not every all
Thing here is right
Balance rope/news tight
Act in playing
Suppressing and confessing
The factual, this plight:

That I haven’t seen my Stella.
My little angel,
In almost a month now...

Brings me to tears
So I don’t go
There. don’t know how

God be with me and my as
We are.
Connecting.
Making.
New. Knew.
Memories.

Per diem blessening
blessed I sing
I’m accepting
This as well
as other things.
Therefore becoming more.
Whilst simultaneously lessening.

AlphaBit

Seriously stuck
Save me sweetly
Something soon
Scanning for soothing
Sent signal sleuth

Rolling in red rust
Repeating revolution
Unresolved, reduced to
Rotting round ridges
Riga-mortis reduced

Baby-mama barrage
Breaks, beats back
Beta-boy’s brain
Blue and black
Bruised & bloody

Dark dank dungeon
Don’t dare drink
Dug in deep double doubting
Doing damage dreaming
Dusty-dry dirt draped devoutly

Always away anymore
Amongst agonizing arenas
Aloft and airy armada
All aimed and against
Alarms again activate

Overthinking on offensive often
Omnipotent oblivion occurs
Oozing of one’s own oral orifaces
Oratory out of oil obviously
Only ozone odor omitted

Tasteless talents tweaking till twilight
Tried to treat therapeutic twice/thrice
Trending to trick thinking thoughts
Totally triumphant treatment that takes
Turns the this towards tomorrow today

I don’t know

I’m not quite ready
To become what I’ll be
I’ve been confused
Since I can remember
Coolio cucumbering
Encumbered by the globe
Again with that lass
Carrying the world
Maybe not the earth
But mines heavily absurd
Did I mention I’ve lost
My marbles yes my wits
I’ve been reduced to throwing tantrums
Isolation fits
Nothing seems to bring me
Pleasure anymore
I’ve been doing it again
Getting bed sores
I’m lazy when defeated
Deflated
Not pumped up
This heart
Feels like broke
Ain’t got the drive
I’m finding music
Is pivotal
The boob tube
Is deplorable
I’ve been grinding Netflix
For damn near two weeks
Not searching for
Not looking far
Not finding
Sinks not seeks
This mindless wordplay
Is just a waste of time
However amusing
I’m finding rhyme
Throwback jam
To Naka days
I’ve been lower
Prescription pays
Prayers interrupted
By self frustration
Popping pills instead
And throwing in another chew
My face will fall off
Just like me
Wasted again
Monetarily
Vestiges of hoping
Are few
Far between
I’m so far gone
Don’t know
Can’t begin
To tell you
Truly

Fe fi fo fuh kit

So I did what any normal person would do
I quit my job
And proceed to shut off
Emotionally 
Locked myself in my room
And literally wait
Until today

I’m not exactly sure what happens now
I’ve been here before
A few times
And I’m quite aware
I’ve died on myself
Suicide a former self
End of an age

Boredom

Here I go
Again
On my own

Not getting my dick wet
Where to go from here
Half wanting what I threw away
The other half unsure

These ****ty poems help a little
Not nearly as much as I hope
Not enough dope in the world 
Need a new drug to help me cope

Rhymes and meter can go get ****ed
I don’t have the patience right now
Just killing time half alive 
Waiting for the next chapter to begin

My friend is next to me
Similar ****
Her lover was incompatible 
So single again here both we sit

I’m really just barely floating around these days
Sleeping as much
Not spending at all
Zombie alive I’m sick

Something about just letting time pass me is making me feel this is wasted
Looking back at times when it felt like I had life by the balls escapes me now this **** sucks

Chairman

So we are going hard like a rocket
Chair. Man I’m bored
And growing
Hungry but too lazy
To go anywhere 
And too privileged 
In modern America
Circa ‘19
22nd century 
Fast approaching 
Gotta make it to
February 
114 years old