RANDOM & COMPLEX
Random and complex lines of text, from my cerebral cortex, are sketched as an outlet for stress or aggression/
when deep breaths don’t cure my depression, I write rhymes as an obsession with no real direction
Feeling outa place like skinny jeans on obese geeks/
can’t comply to dress codes with only sweats and sneaks/
stressed from deceit: underground – discreet street sleeper/
digging my own grave, its getting deeper
my habits back, my habitats attacked by men/ I’m not an addict but the attic’s where I hide my gin/
an empty bottle’s what the juice is in/ In life I’m lost but I used to win
RANDOM & COMPLEX
Arm your brothers and sisters/ alarm all Christian ministers who kiss children and assist in missed innocence/ and tell them that I mean business <read on>
In the cockpit, sky’s the limit, but when I rock it, my boundaries are infinite.
Bound to be an intricate description when I rhyme a bit.
Addicted to the page, withdraw the pen and I kinda itch.
A raging alcoholic in a cage but I find a sip.
AIN’T NO REASON
the system that were given’s doomed ,were missing living/ were being groomed to soon be living life in living rooms/ so instead of us, its televisions living in our homes <read on>
family trees all lead back to skeletons/ we came from ooze like gelatin/theres always room for more yelling in the hell that we are dwellin in/threw a coin in the wishing well and fell in then I turned into a felon/started stealing what they sell in stores as a form of just rebelling /is it a crime to ring the bell and stop listening to what they’re tellin’ us?/the truth is glistening, the sun illuminates my mission bringing light from fission/what is religion? besides a reason for division, got the Earth divided like prime meridian/infinite wisdom is my idiom/with infant like instinct we become prisoner’s in an instant <read on>
WIND CHIME RHYME
why do we spread the hate that we are given? What is the reason men are raping women? Our mission as a citizen of earth should be a given/ incubate a better place for birth, to raise kids in/ and now this page is written like its tape, hope my statements sticking <read on>
DARK & STORMY
bright and eager students forced to pick professions based on first impressions/ following directions not of their own suggestions, causing stressin/ in the waistband, next to tucked erections, guns are resting <read on>