Your cerebrum must be cracked, from the chemical smoke stacks whi… also induce memory lapse of when I… Soaked my heart’s gash, in a miner… relationships took aves, I shouldn…
Riding a golden diamond island on… God of impeccable rhyming and imma… writing comes with glad tidings... A galaxy tapestry he pens so valia… A college montage of black beard g…
I’m face to face to her sensitive… Liquid intake makes feelings elate… Transformative state, Fangs and claws, I want it all.
He wrote it, Rolled it, Smoked it then spoked it, Like moses hes been chosen to spli… ......Fuck my doctors bogus diagno…
I’ve suppressed in my mind, so I wouldn’t die, all the transgressions you provide. waited for the right time, The bird cage and window I aligne…
One’s own inquisition had me stuck rhyming in a prison, Till euphoria engulfed me like a prism . The magician technician finally
Love has become my lover She will never suffer. From pauper to prince with just on… Her laughter the gates of heaven,… Her body, a space odyssey.
She destroyed the world I lived in, forgive her, never. Memories to painful to forget, To painful to remember.
Concern for my notes meaning’s, had a psychic and theorist review my reading. They said" your script is only exceeded by your process of though…
I sit here with the license to abuse my barbiturate and vices, Their not subsiding, Lamp lights become blinding, Imagination and heart rate climbin…
The Stone Craver He offered up his son and daughter… Oh the alchemical horrors, In the charter of King Author’s… © a day ago, King Author
Escape hate by finding a quiet pla… mediate till tranquil state. There are Pyramids to make, dimensions to break, a prison planet to escape,
If radio waves last forever, Then my membranes ever under press… I can muster then utter a filibust… But firmly rooted in my fears. My creative ideas will never be cr…
Intensively listen, none of her words escape, I focus on all 8 of her frequency… Her tone interpermeates my physica… The light in her eyes start blinki…
You could not mimic how I write it or spit it. Yet I’m my own worst critic. With supervision started on a mission to master my lyrical