you got no clout and
your style is flaccid subtract it
meanwhile your
g-files a bunch of crap
I map you out like
schematics without doubt like graphic mathmatics
I cut through your
mask and it’s tragic to see your false ego disappear like magic
flowin explicit like
illicit pornographic photographics
comparing me to
you‘s irrational
I be Playboy while
you be National Geographic
I’m empathic and
telepathic now feel my hot thoughts of wrath kid
twisting off your
head like a ratchet
with lyrics so cold I
scold then mold your mind like ceramics
hanging you reclined
like a hammock
I scan it systematic
causing symptomatics so erratic
you begin to worry
like your dad the hypochondriactic
decisions and visions
blurry like rheumatic geriatrics
envision a mental
collision you can’t grasp making you gasp like asthmatics
my deployed styles
are the fattest employed to destroy your system of somatics
listen when you hear
it my lyric makes you an addict
like a nymphomaniac
trick what you need is psychiatric care
indeed take heed and
beware
cause this rhyme of
mine is designed to undermine your confined mind
by delivering a
primitive derivative of Lysergic Acid Diethylamide
converging with
iodine and turpentine twisting like a serpentine
then combined with a
deadly crystalline version of strychnine
inclined to turn and
burn like turbine as it intertwines with your spine
I’m dropping shit
the opposite of benign like a cyst
as I split matter
like a physicist and persist to be a badder lyricist than any pessimist
like an adder I hiss
or viper getting hyper strike ya right on the wrist
and even if I miss an
artery I insist its hard to be
standing erect as I
inject venomous neglect like a tarantula
enhancin’ the
poison that makes your face red as if I was pantsing ya
then advance to the
highest level an MC can achieve in this art of lyricism
you’d best believe
I got tricks up my sleeve in part to cast out doubt like exorcism
expanded my mind and
brain with the kind of strains of ism
that make even the
blindest see the light like a prism
trippin’ in prison,
you’re getting lost and found in the profound sound of the rhythm
frosted down with a
lyrical load of jism that causes your brain to explode like an aneurysm…
2.rhetorical greetings
Hello bro
no that’s not a
rhetorical question
it’s a greeting
when we’re meeting meant to lessen your stressing
instead its seeming
that you’re feeding on your pent-up aggression
could it be the
weeding of the seeds and trees screaming while imbedded in cement
its pathetic but
accepted you have no proper way to vent
in an exhausted mosh
pit accosted by the scent
of lost kids packing
Glock clips with posture hella bent
emitting such an
obnoxious octave
these beeyotches
squawkin’
causin’ pain swells
as brain cells invent insane bells
that say well just
spray shells to invade developmentally challenged individuals
stop and tally off
balanced residual
side effects this guy
injects into your stride
except all I try to
do is say hi and next
I’m all vexed by
the sign inside your eyes that says
my sinus is to high
inside my ass to say hi back…
Publications blarin’
advertisements for tummy tucks and thigh lifts
liposuck the butt and
resize the sinus
so once we try to
prime apart there’s no denyin’ the sharp protruding object
removing the rotten
stick which causes this gimp his limp could be a trick
cause of the
symbiotic relationship this stick has with the asshole in question
it’d be a hassle
dissecting what causes this rectum his stressin’
not to mention the
anal retention which is more than an extension of the wretched life he lives
which is a bitch like
his wife and kids
but shit at least the
stuck up fuck could say hi in reply as I pass by….
Caught in a slumber
I awake among numbers
of others
Locked away from
their mothers and their brothers
The bright lights
blinding and the cold air smothers
I pull my head up
under the covers
To escape from my
torment and the rumbling thunder
I realize tonight I
must split like asunder
As soon as the guard
commits one stupid blunder
I break for the wall
and I make my way under
ESCAPING
With bright lights
blaring and the video taping
Sirens are roaring
and snipers are taking
Shots whizzing by my
heartbeat is racing
I hop on my bike
there is no time for pacing
No choice but run
from these charges I’m facing
Pigs everywhere
chasing I must move frantic
Detectives with
deadly stares I start to panic
Still somehow I slip
through the cracks and I vanish
I’m left in the
park and I’m screaming and manic
I see my brother
sitting and eating a sandwich
I tell him my story
I’m screaming and manic
But oh shit they’re
coming I holler yo man ditch
The two men approach
and I think I’m finished
But all that they ask
is you know who this kid is?
As they walk away I
feel good and replenished
As time passes by
paranoia diminished
I begin to feel
strong like Popye with spinach
But soon I discover
I’m still all up in it
Running again through
the hills and the valleys
Fear sets in and I
know I must rally
Now back in the city
and trapped in an all
I’ve maxed out my
throttle
Chewing on glass from
an old forty bottle
I bleed scarred
Paramedics yellin yo
kid where’s your ID card
Driven through
streets packed with police cars
These two evil men I
know they cant be far
Next I’m lying in
bed in the ER
ALONE
The kind nurse speaks
in a soft gentle tone
She tells me its
alright I can stay at her home
But the rule is her
husband must never know
She has a beautiful
daughter and our relationship grows
I’M SPARED
But one day it
happens and I’m not prepared
Her father comes home
and begins up the stairs
No daddy don’t oh
shit I’m scared
For this was the man
I was told to beware
There’s nowhere to
run I’m trapped in a snare
Despite daughters
pleading dad doesn’t care
He bellows out who do
you have up there?
Then in walks the man
with the cold deadly stare
The cold deadly stare
(dirty dizzle)
we’re providing
high five please
skydive means you
ride to find things
we’re difining
refined binding
of how designs sting
and signs bring….
….OMENS
(dirty dizzle)
Excess a sin?
Not tonight wherin
shark fins bend to
lend their adventurous kin
but beware of crazed
immature friends
who can’t even
pretend to mend the moments past
sucking in liquor
Italian food musical blends
tunes and notes make
all casual habitual full of individual ritual
color drawing sticks
linguistics fix the dull mix
from misled teenage
cliques who bitch from bored phlegm
forgetting to send
the den of chicks and men into an uplifting diadem
from inspirational
intoxicants that’s meant to put sustenance in your slit
spark a glint of
starlit firmament
defend the tents
packed with smoke and friends
whose only repent is
the sharing intent
to reveal hidden
papers content…
.
(laph)
You don’t have to
be a slave to survive
we chose broke with
more hope over choked on a rope
hooked like dope to a
nine to five
no long term scope
though you know we’ll be fine
skill distilled like
wine still we’re kilin’ time
with the illest of
designs
soon we’ll be
chillin’ on our ride on a boat you can quote sails fillin’ wind
feel the glide
and you know that we
toast ales spillin’ all the time
mixin’ alcohol and
lime
mountains fall and
climbs get easier
than drawin’ lines
with the side of your Trapper Keep-e-er
this rapper’s
greasier and grimier but please don’t try me sir
greed won’t buy
these herkamer diamonds in the rough
I serve her hymen
worked with love
observe her highness
jerk and buck
when certain nerves
get touched…….
{chorus}
(laph)realizing……
(dirty
dizzle)we’re
providing……
7. D.N.R.
Wielding a whip of
wicker
I flip shit sicker
than a cyst on your sisters tits
with thick blistered
zits (ick)
tight flows twist and
grip ya like a boa constrictor
which restricts yer
artificial lung fixture
get the picture bitch
yer in a situation
devastatin’ as a page in revelation
under close
examination nations facin damages
I think with distinct
advantages
while you stink like
rotten salmon sandwiches
I’m crammin’
grams in spliffs spirits lifted with each hit
lyric lingering gift
subtractin’ ignorant bliss
lackin’ awareness
apparent
attackin’
transparent barriers like aircraft carriers
to bury yer babblin’
battlin’ with javelins
unravelin’ so
called thugs with mean mugs like slugs from a Gatlin gun
come with one
cumbersome conundrum
to smother dumb
MC’s I eat on an onion bun (yum)
uncover my cucumber
weighing in at one metric ton
stun everyone get a
medic at once
use chewing gum
screws and Tums
toothpaste tubes with
booze in the sun
as an antiseptic for
infection
just accept you’ve
been neglected
I left it tore and
ripped like a whorish bitch
every orifice sore as
shit
twisted hip
contortionist
with vicious
abortions which
devour brain tissue
of all sizes inside ya sinus
be advised if ya try
ta bite and swipe this like necrotizing fascitis
I’ll explode ya
thighs with elephantitis…. (shit you see that dude’s leg)
[Chorus]
Do not resuscitate
lest the fate of the
life you perpetuate
is curbed in quite a
regretful state….
Is it worth it to
bring it back
worthless hurt
strings attached
to that sack of shit
which hints at resembling
the tremblin’ shell
of an attempted contender
rendering torment
‘til the extent of surrender
tends to bring morbid
fields of dead and dismembered
fortune deals out the
best of adventures
keep it reel lest you
re-enter suspended
pretender in a
regretful state
the letters state Do
Not Resuscitate
doomed lost
investigate who rocked the chest plate
tattooed the dude and
left the dead weight at heaven’s gate
as the reverends
chase severed flakes
that never equate to
better than fake
no matter how clever
the snake you’ll never escape
with the head of the
rake imbedded in your face…..
[Chorus] Do not
Resusitate…….
8. Kalalau
The overpowering urge
to follow her
translucent glow
showering surge
soon you will know
swallow herbs
the moon invades the
mountains turf
cascades light
through fountains surf caress the sand
wet hands met with
the land
water goddess walking
it’s not her
flawless talking
it’s the shot of
flaring optics
sharing banistari
opsis copi
vanish staring
cautious into gods mind with hawk eyes
not lost it’s
sought just watch light
never exhaust
shamanic spock its on time
no matter where it
drops this song might
scatter reconstituted
thought it’s alright
tattered dudes in
suits of cloth bring long life
& phatter grooves
ta move ya toss a bomb right
into crews who gather
and just squawk so bon night and voyage
the awe of dawns
barrage it’s no mirage
prepare the snare
beware
the lunatic invoked
has now awoke
robed in opiated
cloaks of smoke…
I was called aloud to
follow clouds to kalalau
swallow how and when
the wind blends the
scent of each step towards acceptance
inspection beyond
looking back
the hook we extract
from the fish so it continues to live
ridges of spirits
appear to hear
and steer the path to
veer exact
colliding through
lives fighting to find one and others presence
in the present you
believe it’s a dream
it exceeds what it
seems to be at first glance
the thirst can be
quenched
the first bird
extends intense blessings on the journey
forget regrets and
turn the key to eternity
cause certainly as we
emerge we see
eye to eye with the
white owl as he flies by day
some say that means
good (love/luck)…..
9. Poached Souls
(laph)
doubt planted on the
planet
by the serpent
purpose scannin
evil hand in the mix
wishes tricks with
riches so delicious
switches contracts
stolen signatures deturr
fact obscured lured
to the trap
face slapped from
within
dis the next of kin
infected sex & skin
opposit deflection
sin it’s the shit
with one life to live
who cares?
Go bare into the
devils lair
mangled and tangled
in samsons hair
the lies of Delilah
conspire to slide ya inside a eternal inferno
to burn yo attire
perspire hard timer in a pyre
trapped and wrapped
in barbed wire
death as flesh and
fire collide
ashes gnashing of
teeth
beneath the streets I
stare at the sky and sigh why
resign my fade of
mistakes shakes and quakes through my spine
but at that time I
felt the divine hand on my shoulder
older and wiser in
years inside her eyes are tears
peer into the face of
grace mistakes erased washed away
there’s nothing I
can say even though I’m not worthy
she heard me
dispersed me the key and set me free……
(n.stylez)
F 2 the U 2 the 2 C 2
the K
Fornicate upon
command of the king but anyway
Would you give your
soul away
Anyday just to pay
dues to the place you stay
Ancestors paved the
way all the way to the grave
The life of a slave
is full of rainy daze
When they pass away
color purple turns haze
Angels blaze j’s
within golden gates everyday
We create our fate
with what we do and say
Theres no escape from
your fate
You can’t get away
No escape……
(laph)
free to roam amongst
beasts
who poach their own
sheep
with no hopes or
beliefs
I watch roads of
concrete encroach on the peace
I once knew one who
flew over the cukoos nest to find the rest
removed truths test
and signed deaths certificate
dieing breaths hurt
when thick burdens tip karmic scales
and murders grip
hardens stale
and bitter quitters
who hinder there brothers and sisters
like motherless
drifters with no love that exists
turn tumbling twist
on a mish to slip into the mist of the abyss
I don’t want to go
on this trip
but faiths hard when
wraths bombard minds
that stay scared from
being raped hard life tastes charred and burnt
the hardest thing I
learnt
was hard to discard
jerks
that start first
friends then end dead men
vampires
I ‘m damn tired of
turning cheeks and herding beef
as I creep deep into
a nervous sleep
I keep the firm
belief that it will be alright
after the night falls
and the walls crumble……
10. Trainyards 2
Rooftops.
Deadicated to
ORDER 1 rest in peace….
{CHORUS}
From Trainyards 2
rooftops
we dupe cops
cuz Krylon cans as
well as microphones
is what my troop
rocks….
Just as dusk paints
the sky with a mask of total darkness
I fill my pack with
paint grab my caps my task
to be embarkin’ on
a midnight mission has begun
you might hear my
cans hissin’ and be stunned
by bags with tight
fades glistenin’ like the sun
wait listen
{“woop woop” hold
it right there put down the paint}
oh shit lets split
like a hit and run
cause no mistakin’
the smell of bacon well done
caught in the hot
bright spotlight
that’s right the
pigs have come and snuck up with their guns
to fuck up all our
fun so whats up
lets get ta stepping
without further reflection
cause I got no weapon
for protection
there’s no question
or guessin’ less than a second will I linger
just flip out my
middle finger
at those who would
convict me then send their dogs to sic me
they’re chasin’
quickly but I’m escapin’ slickly up the window sill
sickly with acrobatic
skill
strictly mental
tactics still so ill with the fills
representin’ on
your wall
while presentin’
enigmas configured in artistic scrawls
far from simplistic
styles invented by these pros with aerosol
in battles all our
foes dissolve from flows that rattle your brain
like a problem you
can’t solve…
{CHORUS}from
trainyards 2 rooftops….
it’s hip-hop
the b-boys break
backs
while the DJ’s
scratch
these MC’s spit
facts
and we hit up graf
my name is Laph
and I’m defacin’
public property
evasive there’s no
stoppin’ me
as I get on top of
the roof like I was spider-man
hit up my shit till I
got expired cans
mindful of the
man’s hired hands who park in unmarked vans
well your vans just
been marked in dark indelible ink
and
right next to my tag I wrote “fuck pigs you stink”
so what do you think
you’re on the brink of confusion
I repair the missing
link usin’ Krylon fusion
takin’ out kids who
be abusin’
this art by choosin’
to steal real styles
you’ll be losin’
piles of dentals it’s detrimental
now try to bite
through a straw
I hear an
instrumental and my mentals get raw
my lyrical
credentials leave MC’s in awe
there’s no flaw in
my repertoire as you saw
my styles are highly
illegal like ma beagle
I’m droppin’ shit
on your head as if I was a seagull
graf doctor like
“evil”
ciphers convene with
green in between
the darkest alley
ways paint graffiti to amaze
leavin’ your mind
in a dazelike an acid trip
I pass the spliff to
give ya ass lift
hold my can with more
than just a flaccid grip
to make my shit the
phattest without a drip
the lyrics I spit and
flip are cataclysmic
I cause the scales to
tip in my favor
with so much flavor I
bust shit now and got grips of shit for later…
{CHORUS}
from trainyards to
rooftops
we dupe cops
cause Krylon cans as
well as microphones
is what my troop
rocks…………...
11. Dabox.
(laph)
Turn off the T.V.
television tellin’
you decisions
expellin’ truth now
look how you livin’
drivwn by commercials
to interrupt the broadcast
just lawn mats equals
peoples as consumers
tumors inside a tomb
consumed by the black box
induce wack thoughts
dads lost tad poles mold
watch the hot new
item
its so tight and
invitin’
for the right price
even I might be buyin’
become a client
applyin’ the the hard earned dollar for which you’ve been strivin’
to buy in family ties
binded
to fit inside the
clique
its American dreams
scarin’ the seams off reality
it seems off and on
go the calories
lost broke goes your
salary so yo how could we
amount to
expectations expected in this nation
directed to the
station to learn all the rules and regulations
droolin’ leg
mutation attached by the ass to a couch
hackin’ tobacco
from a pouch past yo mouth (ouch)
don’t be complacive
and taste it
be evasive don’t
waste gifts you’ve been given
resist it!
in this world
denomination domination is permissive
don’t become
enlisted I get pissed its already here
what we’ve been
dreading all these years
dissolving peers and
friendships end to get your hand on a ten dollar bill
I holler ill follow
the paper chase that kills
I’m nauseas toxic
land fills
an obnoxious man with
pills
hawkin’ ‘em to
kids so they’ll keep still
sleepin’ while
awake not knowing what’s real…..
(dirty dizzle)
precipitate the
unruly
ask cops why they are
bullies
pretend your taxes
are not bombs
terrorizing far off
livestock and moms
make a plan if you
can
to secure the land
for family fans clans
undue what the
military does
for the world should
not be what was
‘cause love is a
buzz
contagious when snug
against neighborhood
fuzz
and pseudo-righteous
crud
waiting for a hug
to pull them from
their clubs
retaliate against law
when it’s a dud
or be stuck in rules
and blood
where your dreams are
censored
and your future wears
white gloves
stricken with clubs
or piles of mud six
feet above..
.
(n.stylez)
The contemplation of
civilization must have taken years
I bet they thought of
how it should have been but never considered the tears
inflicted by the
infected system ‘o corruption
I’m disturbed by a
disruption causing spontaneous combustion
explosions,
erosions…eatin’ away at my mind
suddenly my memories
become extremely hard to find
my mind feels faded
pupils dilated
I’m not functioning
correctly so I must be intoxicated
I’m seeing strange
things in a strange place where the only thing I wanna to see is a friends face
now my minds feelin’
troubled
my sights in doubled
open up my eyes realize that I’m trapped in a bubble
Where am I?
Suburban wonder where
everything’s the same
it just gets harder
to understand or comprehend
who I can trust and
when the madness will end
I decend into the
eternal pits of hell to retrieve my soul
like water from a
well and unleash it upon a civilization
subliminally I find
yo’ mind causing toxic sensations
I think it’s a
hallucination, but I think I thought I dreamt that my mind went on vacation
now what the fuck’s
up with this nation?….
(bmon)
Thru governmental
analysis
I find murderers and
malices
livin’ in their
palaces speakin’ fallacies
you must be rich to
challenge
these people they sit
on top like a steeple
treat you as a little
wee fool
but if we pool our
energies
we replenish these
independent entities
make these people pay
their penance see
take your pennies
while their making G’s
takin’ keys putten
em back out on the streets
snatch em up once
again on their night beats
on their night
beats…..
(masta cylinda)
As if the sun and
moon had parted
no longer content
with serving the earth
my soul confronted
evolution and swallowed into birth
I broke thru the door
into the house of temptation stealing possessions for my own décor
I raped the harlot of
intrepid damnation
And threw away the
key after locking the door
I forced a force
majeure on these loveless criminals with sadistic rituals
I’ll dance on your
grave while collecting residuals.
This cheery hippy is
rippin’ and spliffin’ while skippin’ classes
intended for masses
of rabbits cultivating bad habits
I only hope God makes
an exception for your false ego redemption
on the easy
assumption of painless ascension into a higher dimension
without any
conception of holistic logistics
divinely autocratic
not packin’ static clean your closet and attic.
We are all
irreputible renewable and highly suitable
for something
sustainable non-confrontational auspicious delicious and supremely sensational.
Smell the roses trip
on doses
feel the bliss and
eat my shit
take a hit don’t
contemplate a terrible fate reciprocate with love not hate.
If the signs I am
reading are not deceiving
I know you are
needing in really conceiving there is no disagreeing and there is no leaving
if we are weaving
what we both have tried leading
the trees we are
needing to comfort their bleeding by being thankful for the fruit we’re
receiving.
As I cure all
diseases rejuvenation increases
my idealist vibration
has no limitation
only pure
modulation…………..
12. Cranial
Indigestion.
I distrust those who
fuss over clothes
loath the flows that
you bust bringing me disgust just like a pool of cess
the battle you
discuss must be in jest
I injest what you
suggest then digest with success
true unless bowel
movements be a mess you’re a pain like pms
you claim to be the
best but I discard you like community chest
disregard your
pettiness though at best you should feel blessed
if you test the
endless prowess that I possess with your wakness
to leave with just a
label of patheticness and no less
I bear witness to
your witlessness then crush you like a snuffleupagus
with recklessness as
I express fresh poeticness with finesse
my rhymes get you
excited like a teen invited to feel a breast
delighted like a
troubled spirit now at rest
lighted like a double
bubble loaded with some sess
no seeds exploded I
confess my theories floated like lochness
cause on the mic I
profess never to suppress
that’s why I’ve
progressed to a higher state of consciousness
never perspire under
stress or retire humorless
I’m leavin’ you
speechless as I read you like digest
getting more hyper
than a mad scientist
decipher clues in
just one guess
enter ciphers and
impress fake crews I oppress
leaving fools in
distress like Capone caught by Ness
prone to stop snot
like Sucrets
leave you in a mental
state of undress like the empress or emperor
and what’s more
you’ll be sore as I split open your headdress
by spitting lyrics in
excess….
{Chorus}
Subliminal
suggestions in lyrical sessions
that without question
cause explosive decompression
and cranial
indigestion….
observe as I serve
and pounce
with the verbs and
pronouns I pronounce
on all accounts I
denounce wack MC’s who bounce
with obesity like
Mickey and his D
filled with saturated
fat and calories
infatuated by much
debated fact and fantasies
instigated and
created by these kgb laboratories
sending disease
overseas to please and appease
government agencies
with genocidal tendencies
seizing up like
tendon freeze when it seems
in space they erase
existence of junkies who’ve become abductees
in true reality
fatalities testing multiple personalities and abnormalities
on live species
contrived by these
empowerized
authorities who devour lives with conformity
our demise will be a
nationwide lobotomy
with no thoughts you
cannot see how we’re taught we’re free
but truly brainwashed
lacking individuality
I’m attackin’
these complexities that seem to be necessities like dotting eyes and crossing
T’s
my mind be flexin’
on perplexities like omnipotent entities
as I see society
divided like a quotient all over a fee
this quoted prophecy
from me be as potent as a potion made from a ewe tree
usin’ sound waves
like motion of the sea
this commotion
envelops underdeveloped MC’s with ease …
[Chorus]…subliminal
suggestions in lyrical sessions…..
My plan hatches and
ignites like matches
as I smite and catch
this
poser inside my hot
hip-hop enclosure
if caught in my ill
kiln it’s over
like film with sun
exposure
run cause once
trapped I zap wannabees with animosity
for wack MC’s
atrocities that make me mad like Alfred E.
with neglect I select
the disintrigued and trendy
to inflect with
dysentery and then be
deflecting negativity
that you direct at me
reflect it back more
painfully than a hysterectomy
with intellect I’m
scarin’ MC’s who bite like fleas
there’s no comparin’
to me
your parody of
delivery come’s up short like a pygmy
I suggest you pick me
for the best MC
you see the
capability of my brain activity defies infinity
multiplies like
polygamy I got more ties than genealogy
try but you can’t
follow me like pathology
I swallow hollow
MC’s persistently as I be
crushing abuse of
companies and industry with my use of similes
truce you’re kiddin’
me
I show no leniency
eat you up like beans
and peas then kick you out like deportees to Portugee
suckin’ horse
testes
explicitly consumin’
MC’s
I see discrepancies
provin’ your deficiency
superficially
you’ve been duped officially
and efficiently in
conjuncture
I puncture arteries
like archery
injectin’ 33 cc’s
of auditory artistry
AUDITORY ARTISTRY
……..
{CHORUS)subliminal
suggestions in lyrical sessions………
13. Amniocentesis
Thesis.
I release and unleash
this
vernacular thesis
with spectacular telekinesis
like
extra-terrestrial species
performin’
amniocentesis on the earth as it ceases
to find the reason
the seasons eclipse
my hypothesis is
nuclear apocalypse
that hits and turns
the world to slop like grits
burnin’ hot thru
the tropics catastrophic to all things biologic
but we can stop it if
we use logic
and clues geologic
with answers the aquatics can provide
that reside and
coincide with where asteroids collide
deep under the tide
inside the oceanic Atlantic
in the gigantic
titanic lost in the city of Atlantis being protected by galvanic force fields
that of course if you
feel make you contort and congeal
your epidermis will
peel
disrupt and erode
erupt and explode
corrupting every
chromosome
I shine clairvoyant
like chrome
and see where
they’re destroyin’ our home
these government
clones who condone and loan to those foes
who pollute the ozone
execute spies and be prone
to metastasize lies
like a carcass with flies
to each remark and
reply they deny
why?
so more people will
die by carcinogens and pesticides
all deceased by
genocide and policed by cops committing homicide
that’s increasing
like carbon dioxide levels in the atmosphere
the devils very near
I fear
residing in hiding
under the lithosphere
and it’s clear to
who he will adhere if your critical and analytical
of those hypocritical
hermaphroditical political figures
never veridical they
cross their fingers
in the shadows they
linger sinister plots they configure
like violent
hurricane rains and virulent strains
causing pain to every
vein in your brain
impossible to contain
like an exotic
plutonic version of bubonic
immune to antibiotics
soon dangerously chronic
that deranges and
makes you catatonic
with no antidote or
tonic
run by remote
entities animatronic
no identity just
electronic
releasing fumes
carbonic with a boom that’s subsonic
and shakes economics
like the plates of tectonic…..
14.
Three-Dimensional Web.
(dirty dizzle)
She’s a
protoplasmic monstrosity
stronger than steal
or lead
my old lover is a
Three-dimensional web
I want to shove her
from a bee’s intentional debt
A flight a set night
of tight gossamer plight
The bee is me as you
can see what I mean
when I careen into
her limp vortex
could have been my
cortex
disillusion and
confusion when I muse winds flesh
in a mesh of
confession,
I love that girl
I’m in for a whirl,
I hope I don’t
hurl,
I love that girl
I’m in for a whirl,
I hope I don’t
hurl.
(laph)
She’s caught in a
maze crazed
in search of the
elusive way
perched on a throne
move escape
from feelings masked
by rage
replay slicing in
skin
edit sins regret but
skim the deck
to protect the secret
suppress
mess numbed and froze
ingest thru the nose
to hold in the cold eyed gaze
lies play an
important part in healing
scorched hearts
bleeding no feelings
she’s stealing a
gift by peeling her slip off shoulders
a controlled burn
foretold yearn
for different
outcomes doubt some promises made
remain haunted till
grave positive days
lost in a haze
exhaustion plays
an awesome part as
the lost one darts
the queen of clubbing
hearts
it means I love you
hark the sparrows
strange song brings
morning forms who
walk on strings….
(dirty dizzle)
She’s got her
Bhagavad-Gita
and she wants to meet
ya
but beware of her
enlightenment
it could be your
entrapment
teach you to
experiment that you are a spirit
forget some things
like don’t buy her a ring
ignore her lures when
she sings cause she gave up flings
sexual love a sling
she used to swing upon
but now it is gone
for you she is wrong
so take your own song
and roll on
for you do not belong
among throngs of divine prongs not longing for your shlong
unless her gong show
lets you go on with your protons playing like platonic fawns….
(laph)
She’s a queen bee
I’ve seen in a dream
repeatedly colliding
with a screen trying to be free
as if her eyes
can’t see the screen in between her and life in the breeze with the trees
her fight with the
screen seems to consume her soul
she’s beautiful
I could put her on
the cuticle finger
and bring her outside
but doubt lies and lingers
why she might strike
with her stinger
or bite the guy who
brings her kindness
I figure with her
kinds’ rep
it’d be better to
find rest
forget her in times
test
see whether she dies
death free
or forever her
highness keeps
colliding with the
screen…..
….Beware the
spider’s web
prepare and hide your
head
where guys have tried
to test
there lie expired
dead
none spared as the
wires catch
snared and confined
regret
they dared slide
inside her wet
lair and desired sex
say your prayers as
her knives inject
tear you and slice
your neck
air spews take your
final breath
stare through the
eyes of death
where doom resides
relent
and accept the
wretched bitches scent
as the wicked wench
ingests your soul…..
15. Where the
fucks the other buck?
Picture if you will
three people
ten dollars each
what follows next you
might not believe
rather than spend the
night on the street
they decide to find a
cheap place to sleep
peep as they approach
the innkeep lookin’ like a geek wearin’ tweed
give him their 30
B’s in exchange for key
but 25 is all that he
needs for the fee
not overcome by greed
he frees up the extra 5
to the bellboy Clive
who works a 9 to 5 to stay alive
but being a nice guy
Clive decides
to give 3 of the 5
back to the guys
who rented the room
leaving him 2
now let us pursue
the path of cash as
it’s passed from the past
that means if they
each
got back a buck as
such
they each would have
paid 9
now maybe it’s just
my mind
but if they pay 9
each
27 is the total they
reach
add the 2 we find
with Clive
we end up with 29
ow there you’re
stuck
now where the
fuck’s the other buck?