There was on my property an old gnarled stump, it was weathered and hardened, It was aesthetically pleasing as d… but I decided to take it to a spec…

I would lie with my hand on the B… I would lie with my hand on a stac… of Holy Qurans. I would look you dead-in-the-eye, and tell you a lie.

Ten days secluded now, improper and unshaven inside a black and gold hole, dope den of sultry sound and opiate mood.

I have this sensation when remembering the poignant noteworthy moments, Lovers, the Dead, crimes—

There, upon the loose dirt, I was a stone’s throw from her, Goddess Incarnate. She had snakes for hair, she had green flames for eyes,

One of God’s tricks is, similar to Michael Jordan, It sinks a three-pointer with 1.2 seconds left on the clock,

The moment you flit by my ear, my strings are severed, I droop like a marionette— I remember I know nothing.

A tide of blood, miniature in compare— But an ocean no less, to the virus in there.

Whether you’re preaching to the ch… or your words fall on deaf ears, just know you won’t swing a single vote.

Therein are the spoils of sorrow, the fruit of hardship, where wind snaps and prevails. Death whispers a hollow secret and I still a shiver

Brian told me he held his own guts in his hands, his tattoo reads: ALREADY DEAD.

The moon lulls me as I wade through poppy fields, dragging limp hands behind me, catching each pod long enough before it snaps upright again

Praise those who sit and wait for nothing. Who sit still and know they are owed nothing. On the mat each inhalation

Love is a svelte dagger, a gentle rapping, a triple-seven. Love is my law, makes me weep,