Pusher

Slangin' metaphors to help some one percent they've never met afford several new Lamborghinis

Artist and Repertoire, exchanging food, cash, for feelings

I guess that's why they call it dealing

Some games ain't about the better man

but more about the clever hand

The better the drawl

I've got my pistola in my pocket, I'm ready to draw

Shootin the gift of art-illery

Free based in lead, paints and head space

Leaving chalk outlines on the pride of a dead race

Hit the tape deck and cut the next ace

Mades spade plates of great taste

Heat tracks up like crack

with rock so hot,

we are worthy of the big leagues

That trickle down piss soaked economy

Leads to Negros as commodities

Dancing and shuffling in defiance

Answering and deconstructing the social science

but still not truly self-reliant

If the man tries to step to me,

I am next to peace, then jet and leave

I promenade and sashay expertly

Where I place my feet, I'm extra keen

of my role in privilege Tango

Bailo el Tango

Como todos los changos

While most are drug where the gold chain goes,

Jotting on blotter paper while glissading on rainbows

and the proceeds go to where the pain flows

prisons, oppression, torture and war

limit expression, culture, with scorn

Flooding streets with fronted panacea

Behind front street mass appeal

the lie, broken dreams and fantasies of

Camelot, Queens, castles and horses.

Mastodon tea team fascist forces

Have shrugged all fault from Galt

yet shot the King for having dreams

I authored, see: Clark Kent mastery

H.G. Wellison, Invisible Man selling time traveling heroins

To Ralph Waldo Eminence

In place of free artistry,

The Disney princess mythology

has got niggas jammin' my poems in their arteries

Exchanging food, cash, for feelings

I guess that's why they call it dealing

Some games ain't about the better man

but more about the clever hand

The better the drawl

I've got my pistola in my pocket, I'm ready to draw

Shootin the gift of art-illery

Free based in lead, paints and head space

Leaving chalk outlines on the pride of a dead race

Hit the tape deck and cut the next ace

Mades spade plates of great taste

Heat tracks up like crack

with rock so hot,

we are worthy of the big leagues

That trickle down piss soaked economy

Leads to Negros as commodities

Dancing and shuffling in defiance

Answering and deconstructing the social science

but still not truly self-reliant

If the man tries to step to me,

I am next to peace, then jet and leave

I promenade and sashay expertly

Where I place my feet, I'm extra keen

of my role in privilege Tango

Bailo el Tango

Como todos los changos

While most are drug where the gold chain goes,

Jotting on blotter paper while glissading on rainbows

and the proceeds go to where the pain flows

prisons, oppression, torture and war

limit expression, culture, with scorn

Flooding streets with fronted panacea

Behind front street mass appeal

the lie, broken dreams and fantasies of

Camelot, Queens, castles and horses.

Mastodon tea team fascist forces

Have shrugged all fault from Galt

yet shot the King for having dreams

I authored, see: Clark Kent mastery

H.G. Wellison, Invisible Man selling time traveling heroins

To Ralph Waldo Eminence

In place of free artistry,

The Disney princess mythology

has got niggas jammin' my poems in their arteries

Evening

You may laugh at mine this parody

but I've always been fond of disparity

I've ran with such severity,

My only garb, temerity

scheming, my only gear, celerity

Pushing toward the uneven,

Even if the odds is seeming, Sis-y-phean

Scarcity my raison d’être

Scared to dream of ceterus paribus

Because to believe the size of the migraine and the Excedrin are parallel is perilous

Fairness is but a metanarrative

Communist economist don't speak in pairs of us

Just as you prepare to bust your hypothesis clouds observance

Obfuscates the obvious

and unnerves the Central Nervous

to couch my dreams and serve as Ottoman

Footnote and footrest are pyrite empires measure of opulence

but so obstinate my faith in all things equal

took a zero-sum game and made unity the easel

Postulate that all of it will be made equal in sequel

Have been muted from prequel

The grooves from my needle

Are depression I've made for people's expressions

To settle and veteran's to call fetal homestead

So as to level the playing field

What an oddity on an evening such as this?

One chooses autonomy, twice meaning, even though there's much at risk

Seamen

Hope to have it explained top to bottom soon
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I smell blood in the water

That lack of love from your father

Girls Poseidon has neglected

I'm magnetized to sense it

through the periscope I've grown to know

Rejected cornerstones

formed of broken homes and unmet horoscopes,

These are the foundations of predator and prey relations

Poundcaking through sonar, soundscaping

Looking round blatantly for someone I can bate and eat

No cupcaking please, get too deep my veins will freeze

Icewater bleed ectothermic property

My slaughter seizes

To viciously and efficiently go on a fishin' spree

You say your dad, he ditched you

Shark ardently glad he dissed you

Cuz those daddy issues are like a magnet whistle

Lack of a patriarch has made me arc these rows of teeth

into what you supposed to be a rosary

of roses, bleeding hearts, chocolate and poetry

And though it seems to flow and breathe

Just know it seeks one holey thing

Unholy dreams of you in open seas

Filling you at trench and trough

With so little as a wave and I'm off

This sine is not a function of time

As long as your crestfallen, I can see the red calling

Hear, refrains of sanguine pain from languished days

so I take my place in that Davy Jones gut locker

Serenading you, while playing cagy cold rust doctor,

with Neptune's next tune

Feed on the Oshun of your ocean

Sucking every gill of marrow cuz I like my fish bone-in

The serpent into your Midgard

You let me,

wrap around when you should be amid guards

You let me,

because you think I'm your man, gander

but I'll feed and poision you Thor-oughly, I'm Jormungandr

So let's get bottles poppin' and crackin'

Call me captain pilot pirate of hulls breached and deceived

3 sheets to the winds of beached self-esteem

Raise the mast, release my Kraken

The Fool Plays Everybody

Oh what a silly archetype I've been

The feckless jester

With restless jest sworn

to decry the tears of a clown

All for the cheers of a crown,

to always wear the mask of the comedy of tragedies past

Probably it had to be passed

In this motley fashion

with threads of magic

Needle piercing hearts withing this harlequin disguise

Garroting rotten archfiends that stalk in my present

with rotten heartstrings of lingual presence

Harp strings the essence of boy in the boy system

Joke of all trades in rectangular prism

I find release from angular momentum

The webspinner dangler victim

Don't pity the fool

The jackass kicking his hooves in his face

All for amusement

Fast lick wounds in disgrace

to humor humans.

The preparing being of hilarity

Pairing things is a rarity

for you, but the mummified ribbons,

the views of the numbest eye's vision

Oh fools, that never stomach my wisdom

is true that we're all just tools in the rain

To keep out the expected expectoration of those “above”

Adjust the fold in the hat on my brain

So the pain gets in and starts my mind to wondering how to spear hope

Adjust ears from aural to Aurum

Nose from olfactory to gold factory

Midas well tip my hat, jest to make time laugh

Unscript my lines just to make time fly with hands unattached.

Joker of hearts, harlequin cardigan

Luck of the draw, draw artistry card again

Loki mostly, laugh at this joke please

Loosely cruising new breed of bruised dreams

Bow to my majestic scepter

The feckless jester

Wise enough to play the fool

You say everybody plays the fool

I say the fool plays everybody

Into Each Life Salt Grains Must Fall

If I took a grain of salt with everything I should

Carpe sodium, drain of thought fluid

I've heard that can cause seizures

From the reverb of decievers,

Losing savor and following false savior, believers

most claim remains of the braindead ether

ghost strain to plains beyond the range of retrievers

I've let them siege and siege at me eternally

It seems to me the saline rains

Sanguine sweat

I've exorcised and blessed the skies

but still the best the try to vex my eyes

Into thine the light will die

Accumulated a cumulus

but y'all don't take the cirrus serious

the clouds of gray are ruinous

When tears of robes are ruined

it seems only right to sew the wound

Sowing the seeds sprouted the gloom

Saltes veneno y no maté el puerco

Lachrymal confusion

addled with illusion

You participate in the precipitate but that doesn't make you part of a solution

Silver margins morphed to natrium and lead- lined

Gilder artist transition to patriot of alkali

Limiter ardent solar of radiation of the sky

Sowed diem

see into this field some rain has fell

You're drained of health

Smooth but salty seas your sailing on

Uniform but muted forms

Punic Wars viewed in stores

Used in stores, use pay to kill our crops

with tars and years, we have slain our flocks

because, like cyclops we cannot perceive the depth of wasted sorrow

Well, I'll see your matrix model in the blue pill grain tomorrow

Into each life's story, eyes drop rime

Rhyme seasoned time with seize in mind

Seas of mine in reason divine

Tears grasp your lives like waves of sine

'Til you change he paradigm

________

Aislada en un cuento de hadas

Situada y disculpada

Todos están cambiada

en una manera rara

la expresión en mi cara?

No hay nada

Las imágenes han dibujados

Sólo las armas

La karma delgada

El arte se mata

La sangre no fluye

La hambre no me empuje

Escuche la palabra, las letras, el sonido no existen

Siempre, la ausencia no sera simple

El silencio con timbre

No hay limites

El crescendo imita

El aumento de la oscuridad

La perdición de todo

es la creación, de nada

El espacio vacío entre las lineas

Obstáculo vacuo inmaculado

Prefacio invalido

sin reacción, sin pasión

sin acción, unificación

en el alma triangulo

El ambiente, soy mi estilo,

mi mente, soy, oscilo

Entre nada y nada

Cero y cero

y en las gritas huecas

sonando en mis orejas

no ha realizado mis metas

se imaginaba en los ojos

Al inicio es sueños ciegos

Al principio toma riesgos

Antes de la gran negación

porque no hay nada

"But those are the best ones"

I crawl along these tracks Sail North East South West on rails Metal grails, forth from mouths spake but fails Because after 15 steps I realize the depth of this amazing fantasy What I thought, my thought trains motivation Is parallel to elevation Skyscrapin' as I've footed this responsibility and carried this lode Lower limbs keep me rooted Disguised but still suited for muted vertex rocket burst and dispersed, warm-blooded and brought to tepid boil Drain storms flooded and toxins did roil The cross genetic alchemy Has crossed pathetic boundaries Bound to be this algorithmy Rhythm out of it we form ties and webs, we might decay and find the end, of nights made shorn threads, at that vertex derivative is zero at the point of the domain of power and range of responsibility Change from coward to arachnid with graceful calm and symmetry Oscillate, always contemplate the mean If this Algorithmetic ever congeals I'll best the waterspout with the council of Peter Parker appeal

A Sayara

La Usa su imaginación

Wanderer

My medium is tarred tedium and saffron median
And this thousand mile journey starts with two steps
Breeding them, left and right foot bred to light foot
Though my toes burn still I sojourn
to the beat, beat, beat of feet, feet, feet
Sole, Aes rap, base, kick-snare feats
achieved across the heartland
My art spans leaps and bounds
toward the perpetual conclusion of dark tan, fleeting ground
Asphalt acts as fault lines between immaculate and scapula
Through no fault I've shouldered time
divining traffic signs, two capillary mind
splicing yellow graphic lines as I straddle corpus callosum
through magic, varied kinds of privilege and the remaining portion
Toted along successive legs
Noted...it progressively begs the question
Are we there yet?
Be it words 3, steps 13, days 10,000
I observe degrees, the outset sure seems to be the longest phrase of the mountain

Past

Being chasing ghosts, adjacent faceless hopes, grazing latent no's and basement Satan poltergeist, sedation's overnight closet subconscious monster, inoculation 'bove toxin thoughtless ponders, dug optic content saunters from somnolent monitors project specters, conjecture tarot deck inspectors cross harrowed sectors of lecture protector's thought vectors, centered in efforts to expectorated spirits fear fixed searing victory Pyrrhic lyric,years since apparitions tears did have petition gear'd in admonition dunce cap conditions, admonished, up fly pigeons with mystic missive, Seraphim existed and limit to fabricate ragged wing Nephilim magic, matching the habit of sheep clothing on savages, sleep roving to damage deep hosting roasting lambs posting afraid in a manger endangered dream pasture pallets color me pallid, bloody malice where hide fictional beings make callous, augur preyed for ethereal doves and got no peace for my talents. Sheep thieved by falcons summoned in 2 seconds, in one, fell swoop revenants, primarily resembling the semblance of songbirds, warily, disassembling the remnants
somber phantom of the operation, lantern chamber orchestration, raven shaded convocations, will- o- wisp wraith syllogist failed at eidolon conjuration like thrusting idol on congregation. I'm a survivalist temporary emissary buried in protoplasm, chasing fairies and ectoplasm, driven ferry past necrochasm, somewhere I'm the patterned standard of random hazard patches in the path of laps of rafting, Oar the under, 's under the o'er median medium, my media's ingredient is Styx in sand erased man's line between tedium and experience. Ghosh historian, scholar, forecasting the verdigris of pastures past, present, hereafter
I face to be, or not to be, what will, what was
Intangible, ancient, nascent thrust upon cartilage and third ocular capital, adjacent enough to be touched upon with metacarpals and mandibles

American Idolatry

I must say you aren't the right speed
More like thief in the night speed
They'd rather trade substance to climb the stock
Talk, say what you will,
I built the field but the dreams never came.
I tried to catch 22, Heller high water or F-22

Aunt's died from thought pesticide, messed up lives and fresh cut pulpit lies
Uncle Tom questions the size of it all

“Why must we die outside this cabin edifice we built?
Why must we sow seeds of this plantation to which we are but strange fruit and reap this damn nation?”

So instead he sewed time
elastic continuum into chronosynclastic infundibulum
and the Malachi Constant into a function
of the distance between the relative reality of Tralfamdore and Kilgore Trout

What bore out of the funnel?
A rebuttal, in the form of Roots
With blood of the Tigress, tears of denial, sweat of the Amazon
He planted himself 'bove the waters of Babylon
He warned me of Babel on the horizon
Idiot box babble on moronic monolith
Strong motive obelisk monument
Impoverished encouraged to accept dominant, homogenous colonies
“That ominous shadow has made our people somnolent.”
Tom and I search for the cause of it

We grab a dollar bill then stomp on it
Suddenly we are a microcosm pair of men
We come to a pyramid
Taking brick by brick off the yellow brick road
Raking bit by bit off , til we found red in the stone
There's no god like your own
Crimson heels click on the backs of the bruised
Chancellors fuse mythic tombs,
Turning true hues to black and blue fools
Free masons that could build foundations of sound nations
Now field baseheads beholden to loud racist and crowns ancient
We continue chipping at the thin Tudor veneer
average viewers users hold dear
Until we see the Eye of Osiris

We seek its true nature but low-key Loki hides it,
thinking I won't mind
I devise the science, I find it easily overlooked
I break the silence of the Lambs
Tom and I are one but the dollar tries to divide us under the auspice of trying to unite us
Dissect I- and now I and I remain
Sheep eyelids fixed on violence displayed
Inside Osiris's iris I spy this plank, so I remove it
Realizing it to be a cross
An intersection between not caring enough and doing the truly right thing
Pay tithe and wield thy sting and not yield, try, think
Divining diving sixty million, seven sixty-one thousand, one fifty four fathoms
Sift the Aristotelian sedimentary township of mystery door Atlantis
Retrieving Occam's apocrypha razor
Penetrating the occult nature of deceiving concocted saviors
Turning tables, pointing out the heresy of Pharisees
Imaginary, all that is is all that they care to see

Now I'm running roughshod over where fronting gods once trod
Blunting false idols.
You thought Baal the gold standard Deus ex Aureus
Fooled by pyrite substandard painted glorious
In reality, he is merely a divine right sanctioned victorious commodity fetish
A trinket
A gaud

Remove that Jesus piece,
noose neatly tied in a knot so Benedict
Prayers monetized economic psalms of once and future kings
Bartered by dead presidents, Necronomicon, wants of couture things
Robber baron deity precedent, reject it
Craft love, the cash ain't greener on the other side
Greenback are twice jaded and envy eyed
Diversify your souls reserve to rely on what's inside
Putting stock in false prophets
Only pays in false prophets

Try this prospective minor prospector Midas
Mine your own, own your mine
Grind the stone with your nose and goals in mind
Don't be an objective object
when turning the lead to gold, if you meet your goal,
They won't know you've done anything at all

At that moment I saw the edifice fall
No idle eyes would idolize monetary bricks in walls
All that glitters is not all

Degrees

I have been enveloped
By a well-developed chimaera
Two faced yet multifaceted
All fronts, fronting as willing alchemists
Professing to turn lead to gold
More like diamonds to coal
Brilliant luster to faceless
Despite the make-shift transformations
From poring over books of transfiguration
One can't help but feel apt for frustration

So my predisposition is to silent bitch fits
Maybe anguish hidden in nic fits
Destined to play misfit
Between 270 and 150 degree clock pivots
Nonagon sails to pentagon digits
Automaton hailed next to Metatron interest
Bitchtits, Robert Paulsen making system
Pistons pumping pistons
Distanced from volition
Cogs in the infernal machine mission

I don't have to see infrared
To see that academia wants me impotent
Systemic septicemia, wants me sick from lead
No autonomy premium no wit so led
Like sheep slaughter tedium, Sisyphus mos def
Prefer pyrohemia, burning blood and wick than slow death
Weakened by anemia, Ironing out the wrinkles
Out of social fabric bohemian, til ferrous conformity mingles
In all fairness, The Intergovernmental Panel on Social Climate change
Should issue a global warning that most all minds are blank to a rising degree

Greenhouse gases keeping frat-house masses
Passive in glass house classes
Cash-cow cranium in cubicles
vs brains in cumulus, the desk is considered suitable
Tabled dreams, head down genuflect before the crucible
Don't reflect on sunlight beams
Smoke stacks of academic factories
Exhaust CFC's to atmosphere tragically
Moribund of imagination, rapt with searing apathy
You have degrees and so mercury rises rapidly
From all the hot air of those that act to please
Never reaching mastery and only crafting heat
Acid be eroding psychic phylacteries

Gotta get that rolled paper
so you can make that paper
Get that suit tie
360 degrees noose ties
Kiss good bye to blue skies
Hello corporate goose strides
Fuck university, love diversity
I'd soon die bruise my true sight

3rd degree Celsius boiling from warming
Global warning
An immobile thought cloud is forming

I want nothing, that's how Buddhist feel wisdom
Nothing's what I want, I call it nihilism
Surrealism's realism
Superjails of penal systems
Born into a fetal prison
Never pursue real mission
Only zeal vision
No fealty to realty of your eternal
Light being free

Celestia

I shot for the moon
Only to hit stars far-flung from the constellations of my concentration
Close to the dark sun, juiced hearts with no reservation
Indian summer starts predation
Scorpio stung notches in Orion's Belt
Fabric of space and time is felt
Dreaming of being beau and Eros
Sew but never reaping your passion's fruit
Sagittarian variance, sent ours to horse latitudes
Clarion, Empyrean centaurs to wounded healers
A heaven sent target
Upon temperament Aurora Borealis, radiation Arctic
I exist without cancer, subtropic
You don't see me, eye suboptic
I the root of imaginary self
So many Aries, weary of trying to carry myself
on coattails of meteoric golden rams
My hope trails cutting my teeth on comet's bands
Beholden for my piece of the pi, feel so cold and fleeced
Argonaut/astronaut
Ask not, a negative circumscription
That I can't wrap my head around with dictum, diction
I can't exceed with exceptional conditions
Stories parallel accepted syllogism
No solar wind limits conflagration
All constellations have Celarent plasmic emission
Therefore no configuration that limits accelerant phlogiston creation
Even though I want to lie on a tangent position
At one instance, touching your curves
Never derive how I am so circumspect
Yet I look past, as if to circumvent
Full circle circumference
Universe from whence came eclipse
Celestial penumbra
Blessed to steel pen umbra
Partially to impress you
Partially, to impress me and my quantum foam on the Dirac Sea
I had to cell myself in masturbational pull, I had to do me
Too hot and I'm caught, in gravitational pull
Sell myself, to not so seldom help myself
To get that much closer to the inferno
The mere thought of this fusion
Seared the pockets of this allusion
I've spent rocket fuel
in hopes that helium could ruin
Depressions with elevation
Valleys with expression, elation
But this Gemini has learned
To nevermind the burn of firesigns
To never co-sign the dotted tangent lines
of 3rd point 1-4th micro-units, you gave me inches of difference, Libra scales sink
I take it as an astronomical unit of indifference in wavelength
You and I
UNITY
Potential energy.
Vector.
Intensity.
Time.
Why
is my star at this junction?
Because I turned the tide, I Ψ 'd (sighed) at Newton's Second Law of Emotion
and loss of momentum and loss of memento
As I say goodbye to wave functions

Drugs

The most permanent philosophy is spit between the drags of a cigarette

The pertinent prophecy wind can't be patched by nicorette

I been chasin' pen dragon, been pen draggin' flame across pages of parched parchment

Been flaggin' intense flagons ales to the taste buds of parched artists

Quail quills ail ills in dry hop pale ales, pils

Beyond the page fills the space with sips, swills

Pills, a teaspoon of heroin gives the meditant no bounds

Fields of tulips

Two lips part like windswept grasses

The religion of the masses

Crystallized sage made liquid

Injected into the groove by a needle

Upon the beat spoon of experience

A cartwheel of trackmarks

Mainline free bass line

Like Isaac Mendez paint time space

Never portray the commonplace

The poetry intoxicates

Like crystal math, arithmetic on wax plates

A Rhythm meticulously crafted like cocaine paste

Took coca leaves and refined 'em til I had a dope brain space

Drug the phat line to promote cranial grace

Fine acumen, mentality, intelligence

Perspicacity to comprehend

The chemical's dependency on chemical dependency

Polemics see just the paint, the side that’s elementary chemistry

Totemics shape time to have legs nine times that of centipedes

I write elegies for the hella trees I burn put viking funerals to melodies

Embellished seas

Selling those blotter papers of LSD

Developing negative thoughts in the Darkroom of Gethsemane

Seemingly, centuries of DMT and THC and PCP and XTC

Give me the XP I need to alter biochemistry

Stained the page like Conrad Murray felonies

Got propyphol and killed the Mike

That's my protocol, do it right

Abuse the substance, in all you do

Don't let the substance abuse you