The Majesty, The irrationality of my multiple p… Is beyond the capacity of my brain… The Agony, The blasphemy of insanity alchemy,
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…
Out of no where their there suspen… The Ivory King in his chair from… citadel made from the pure white l… Seeing him descend the alabaster s… The galactic transparent parent no…
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
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
I found beauty in my pain, Beauty in things that were broken. Beauty in the words that were, and…
Its different this time. I can’t turn away cause its hard. Can’t turn away cause it will piss… Can’t turn away cause people say i… ...I stare when she looks away,
Life is weirder then fiction, When looked through a prism Of world wide conquest, colonialis… Or subliminal imperialism. We must stop their mission to ensl…
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…
I abuse my muse, Chewed, screwed, battered and bruised. It’s true, her expression confused. no clue
Beautifully crafted notes about the gold chakra in my throat Colorful varicose veins from techn… show I’m no joke with these rhymes…
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…
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.
Never dared to reveal how much I cared, Guess I’m just to scared. Laughed as we listen to old songs and sang along,