Unspeakable

You mustn’t bring yourself to the subject.
We mustn’t speak on it at all.
Those words you form shouldn’t even grace your lips.
This thing; this place; this time,
They are all unspeakable.
My lips are sealed.
Yours must stay as well.
It is too delicate a subject,
Too strenuous on the brain.
Suffer it must on its pedestal,
Without the negative energy to feed.
Words were said.
They should fade and die,
As quickly as they were formed and lived.
Those words have become unspeakable.
Let what has become, be…

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Thought

Sitting… Thinking… About what has passed… What has come to be… And what lies in my future. No one can take those thoughts away. They always revolve around you and within you. Challenging all other thoughts you have… Overruling those ridiculous thoughts… And letting the plentiful ones through. Many nights have given me joy… With those thoughts overtaking my dreams… Giving me a good sense of reality, although it’s only a dream. There has also been those… Few and far between nights… Where my nightmares have their way… Giving way to darkness and despair… My sense of reality slips away… Because I know the torture those nightmares place on me… Can never happen in the real world. When I awaken… And rise from my tumultuous slumber… Pleasant thought returns… Putting thoughts of nightmares in dismay and disarray. Those few and far between nights… Have become frequent…

Help me stay awake…

XXII

Just ME and MY MICROPHONE

I’m an ordinary man
Thinking of a master plan
With pen and paper
Always got my thoughts at hand
My rhymes and rhythms
Bet they got you feeling out-manned
Like army soldiers
Ambushed in Afghanistan
I come hard, go hard, end hard
What you think?
My lyrics won’t leave ya brain scarred?
Or better yet,
Sear it, leave that shit charred
Again and again
Hmph, Get a better guard
I spit flames, my tunes set ablaze
But I’m not Nicki or Drake
Fuck all them cliches
I’m not a gimmick
Or deceitful
Like these industry niggas
But that money looked good
Man at least 6 figures
I can’t blame em
They give their all, 100%
But conform I won’t
Leave myself in discontent
Hold it against me
It just makes me vent
Hear my story, untold
Let my rhythms unfold
Just me and my microphone

I’m in debt to myself
But I intend to repay
With every sentence, word and phrase
My mouth decides to display
I step on stage
Symbolically caged
Controlling my rage
But it was, a limited phase
Lyrical sage
Beast on the rise
With no silly lies
I spit truth in my rhymes
Passion filled
My own writers guild
Will always be grilled
These chaotic times, stunt filled
With the flashy bling bling
And the rented rides
I’m just here to rape ya ears
Now experience fear
Young and educated
I’m top rated
Rhymes heavily baited
But never dissipated
Hip hops spawn
I’m ranting on
My covers blown
You threw me the bone
Atop the throne
But I’m lyrically gone
Mission aborted
Just me and my microphone

Reality fades into commonality which turns into uncertainty, the world collapses under the pressure.
You hear my lecture?
Pressures and times
Rhythms and rhymes
Empathy is felt for the apathy of the apathetic who will never be empathetic about my passion
But all is copacetic
I make you realize
That all you hear is lies
Racing ahead to see what I’m facing but pacing myself, bracing for impact, I recover, to begin defacing your very soul
Then I start retracing
My steps
Back to the top
I’m a ordinary man
But I’m original always
I go harder than a bitch giving head during foreplay
And I won’t say
That I will pay
Homage
To you
With the lies, deceit, all that fake shit
Man y’all niggas hit
Pointless, meaningless words
That shits for the birds
But now
I pay homage to real hip hop
Put it on the tip top
Of my pedestal
Somehow it makes this bearable
I protect my ears
From the countless years
Of this twisted art
That has damned the charts
Listen to my prose
I work to expose
True lyrical content
In the process I augment
The words in my repertoire
Already large like a reservoir
Just me and my microphone

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Dreams on E

Dreams on E
I turn to reality
Left with no choice
I hit the blacktop running
I run from the storm
Never make it to the eye
To see myself through the pain
Rain pierces each vein
Sincere fate
Within an alternate realm
Overwhelmed
Engulfed with fear
Dreams on E
Rolling thought of the wary
Though my mood may vary
Throw a smile on for you
Let that vision soak through
Makes for a pleasant facade
Mental espionage
Reality’s camouflage
Empty…

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