Stare

Solidify this stress into projectiles, exile

Make sure this case winds up as an x-file

Lucifer was my trial , dug him out your eyeballs of denial

Inbetween the walls melting and the weapons henchmen are smelting

I ought to pull excalibur out the bloodstained mountains

Quelch the hunger thats been hunting

Catch cats between the eyes with thoughts I'm hunching

It's all or nothing paratrooper killing on assumption

Fast food service call me murderous Mclovins

Endorsed by benjamin and heralded by rusty trumpets

Distract you with humor implanting cancer patient tumors

Efficiently recyling the trauma to my psyche

Sharing is caring, got you inbetween my pincers like a pisces

Life is heavy so I take gravity lightly

Beat you to death then resurrect you just to fight me

Beat this dead horse until you like me

I find voodoo dolls exciting

Eat it limb by limb
While my eye bares a glint akin to Hannibal Lecter's twin.
Feed your remains to archibishop the 5^th

Render you mute to keep your confessions post-secret

If you want to be a hurdle I'll cut you down to size so I can reach it

Nothings off limits for this evil turned preacher

With a knack for turning gold to lead and back

Heart of lightworker turned black due to critical mass

Ungodly yet my alchemy still trumps Aleister Crowley

Sow seeds and worship the tides of Mars

Bathe in alcohol and watch my flesh evolve

Confudido

Fuck, twisted ties of poetic justice.
Drag problems barbwire noosed to moments of truth found.
Yet the end is a beginning and I'm sniping clay pidgeons with a bow-and-arrow pulley system.
Feel a misfit and genuity is missing in this ingenious system.
Throw criticism in a coal-chamber, reason to write more and cage music head changers.
Exorcised the exorcist and the recount is missing crucial chunks of non-fiction.
I'm thinking it's sitting behind the world I'm blinking weaving a grand work of fiction.
From the barstool I'm sittin I might need drinks to ponder the chinks I'm thinkin.
Kinked and livid in a sordid juxtaposed position.
Creator bonding carbohydrates and lipids crafting disastrous positions for the dishonest children.
They don't know what they're building, materials harvested from soul killing stop blocks.
Established hotpots to distract the cash crop for the plots.
Before the cow becomes aware of the hopscotch and covers its blindspots.
I'm not slow I'm topnotch, and sense subtleties in this large plot.
The way the automated torrent don't stop as if to mock.
Staring out the window in these dreams, finding unsealed edges to smell fresh air is a priviledge.
Even if I'm a native put in the box of a tourist, respond better than mental pressure so silent and ruthless.
Silent hill visions and I stepped into the noose representing obtuse angles.
Geometric tangle taking emotional vantage as a cantankerous savage.

Eclipse

I've been hunting juicy rats in the dungeon.
Teeth rotting on assumptions.
Villain role, half-human, not whole.
Chip off the creator's soul, sometimes I catch a glimmer of the mold.
Pondering all these memories sold for flakes of gold.
I'm a cold coal-miner, frame stiffened by the grand designer.
I trust the tools of my trade, unabiding truth craft no masquerade.
Conflicted pulling pins on the hand grenade, sacrificed myself to the handmaiden of grim fate.
Oh lord how much more must you take.
Was already willing to give and all those other selfless objectives.
Not relative if both parties don't get in on the risk.
It hurts to be the one open at the closed doorway, fists clenched at the one way that is your way.
I may have faced a few blatent stop-signs and not taken to lessons seeping through.
Black tar on a summer concrete.
Sticky and unpleasant, only recollection running from my section.
Titled and dated, grim reaper makeshift emotional rifts.
Sift the vortex on a search for the raw flesh of this lost quest.
Call me cartographer, insomnia ridden candlelight vigil smitten.
Tracking 77 lost souls of ailing comrades once known.
Throw an XLR lifeline with the microphone to reap old yeller home.
Sick sailor with a glass shell floating on a para-sail.
Taken far to the outer realms of bizarre.
Candid camera floating to Mars transmuting the easy and hard minerals of my carbon scored omnivores.
Comrades with a self-conflicted concave.
Rolling barren in these dark desserted days.
Turned night by this eclipse of the light in my mind.

Adrift

Playing judge and plaintiff in this shifting matrix.
Couldn't choose red or blue so I gobbled em like food.
Dude my tennis shoes turned to rain-boots.
Greeting storms pensive wary of direction.
Overcast, obstacles from first to last.
Leap the gap trying to outlast.
Patterns eroding my rate of motion.
Optimism and pestilence hedging bets on mortal whims.
Give a grim for good performance.
Medals made of tin ornaments adjourning my ego's mourning.
Uprift and bury the dread I carry.
This reality's contorted and giving way exhausted to desires so caustic.
Giving in is the first step to sacriledge.
Not to a religion, saving messages for the floating bottle system.
Whimsical living the granted is given.
The wakeup call is missing, the young gun sons of liberty yell battlecries vigilantly at soundproofed glass.
Back to back with those on task, we may as well be concentrated concentration camps.
Considering how we react without action.
Philosophers swapping roles with soldiers and vice versa. Change comes slow passive or forceful. Hare or tortoise dimension-less moments with dimension-bound purpose.
I propose we think this in full.
Conformity is unnatrual, domination unrelaxing it's a taxing lot.
Synchronicitiy cloaked in chaos plot.
New beginnings in conceived stops. A goliath is disassembled and lost without the ground that wrought it.
Answers are sought but I think even the oppressor is a lost cause.
All of our flaws build a bridge to walk on.
We all choose to be combustible and view diffferences as obstacles.
Reinforcing distance with razor precision.
Complacent with our different visions.