Battle

Crafting the sickness like a bioterrorist
Mutate the bubonic plague, tagged like my essence and faith
Exponential potential; world is paper my mind a stencil
More like kindling for the bonfire initiative the only thing you cats burn is bon bons in infinitive You're beyond dense I float in the lazy river you call stress
Not common I have a pretense
Holographic project for reject
Sixth sense on the Atkins golden age athens on a backspin
The beats a backalley
I'm trapped in Kicked in the backdoor to the tracklist
Dropped my reality mad, cause I'm adlibz
Impale Zeus with a thunderbolt of thesis.
Damn, Mt Olympus fell to pieces
Not one for happy endings and fairytales
Unless I'm knocking a bitch up with my dragontails spyro knocking optimists off the bandwagon
I don't bite your lyrics, I wipe my ass with 'em
Disciple of rhythm suffering seizures and visions.
Within this cyclical system pistons power torturing systems.
Motions in session I'm highly disgressive, like a philosophy major with MPD.
Step into the cyclone OT, eye of the storm is my dick. Step off it.
The attentions exhausting and you speak illiterate.
You call it tough talk, I call it gibberish.
Knocking out your teeth for your fairy tale limericks.
I'm smitten with turning heads, snapping necks while I'm breaking bread.
Dead is a relative term, so far along the journey the spirits lost their burn.
Fearless in the battle for survivail, smack you joking blokes for your fake homicidally.
Homicidally honest, speak words of death to the deaf and leave them blue in the face for breathe. Spittin raps like a rhetorical game of catch, contort your internal organs ordering you to fetch.

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.

Potholes

I find we've all been torn asundred by words weighing hundreds
Left wondering at parallels amidst hells combusting this ghost in a shell
Vaporizing the hundreds overthrowing the slow going erosion
Simplistically I'm pissed at rejection and insensitive direction
What digs deeper, you're labelling the awake the sleeper
Like life is a self-terminating double feature
Lacking denial I yet find my temple defiled by our trials
What was whole in pieces, all the better for a fresh thesis
Kick the pebbles strewn from releases, processing these things
I wake yet from dreams unbecoming, visiting who was
Before our parting
I'd say who I know is long since dead despite past perceptions yet rattling in my head
As seasons our passing come and went
I own only feelings and believings
With alchemy to transform grieving into fuel to push past the thrashed scenery
I as many others find its worth the time to rest platitudes of mind
Guilty of observing the decline blind to the signs
Yet it's ironic I possessed the press, canvas and ink but didn't stop to think
Saw potholes and kinks from the drivers seat
They say it is pain to win or suffer defeat
One finds balance from super gluing feet to the cataclysmic meet and greet
Granted it merits malice and unrealistic challenge
Rewriting the chapters of one's atlas
Probably burned a few chapters in hindsight matching
Yeah the stage collapsed and I care not to track these to the last
Recited the encore to embarrassment and caught the brunt of it
Might need some censorship in future predicaments
Used the wrong head, common brain immigrant
But love is not to be behind enemy lines
It's to love the enemies inside and find solace redefined

Baggage

People are so afraid
Whether the past they made or a future undug grave
All homemade quality of a sinister grade
So distracting we don't prepare for actions while the world continues traction
Granted it's been natural, but it lurks as a phantom
Begging asinine action, beckoning the greenhorn to jump the cannon
It's just outlandish, you sanctify your ignorance by refusing to sit and listen a minute
What's given redeems as exchange rates for wisdom
Yet your spiked exterior renders benevolence inferior
The signal would be clear but your ego distorted the speakers
Contorted self image only further beckons my grimace
If only you took a second to see your mirror image
Reflections offering new directions as is the habit of cycles and introspection
Of course it's just a suggestion
Chew it till it sifts into the digestive pits and offers some semblance of the peace you missed
I try to think on your level but can't find the shovel to bury my frustrations
Lead ball burning in my hand, swallow it down
Feel the mist from my nostrils singe my brow
Yet another inner monologue
Reflect some inner light to see through the fog
Cog in the gears to process it all
Keyword all, note to self slow your roll
All this information comes packed in pieces
Slowly goad the vices to release me, Brain versus Thesis
I believe these teeth grazed the bone and missed the meat
Still starving for the feast running a circle incomplete
Take a seat, pressure propels the release
Ball bearings per gauge rusted in the beast
My mistakes allow it to eat, corrections aid my hunt for completion
Absorbing the presence of precision, conquering from the fissure in the fiction
Turned back the page for the mission
Gathered artifacts from the past according to the anxiety ridden caste

Cycle

Seems I need to make some changes
Faced with all the time wasted
laced with regrets overslept on
Felt myself become beyond numb
Painstakingly ignorant to the problem
Using my temple as an instrument, instrumental to letting go
Sacrificing sacred experience for a state of temporary delerium
Ears dulled to any and all fears I feel
Invigorating ears to tone deaf appeal
Avoiding answers to the obvious questions
Know the cycles but failed at retention
Relentless this desire is to dull the message
Trying to block a road that's endless
Fearing what I know but fearing more the unknown entities knocking at my door
Seems more and more these hostilities make my bones sore
It's a cold war between awareness and carelessness, both switching shifts
Bartering my contentedness and shifting my transmission stick
Heading uphill on a road covered with oil slick
Can't miss what I can't get to
Laying plans on a map to the promised land with the sputtering caravan
Trotting along like an off note song my heart thrums along
The mirror shows a forlorn young son shedding layers of the tongue
Surrounded by teeth chipped on the years serving dish
Yet there isn't a moment I'd miss
The soul pumping this steam engine oils the gears and levers with toils unrelented
The spoils spoiled by the festered
Letters rotted back to soil
Growing new worlds as the blood boils
Soap scuds from cleaning grime and gunk from the last funk
Came full cycle, now I'm done

Societal Struggle (work in progress)

Within these things I find the the relishing within which suffering brings/
Denoting the inconsistencies consistently/
Cutting down the twofold path the forest mapped for lumber to overlook all wonder/
Sap harvested to breakdown and target the niche market/
Bullseye on a misplaced target/
The hunted mumbling asundred fumblings, flushed out the quarry/
Not to worry, we're determined to die in a hurry/
Accelerating through murky muddled waters, seeking/
Finding hate in a puddle/
Through all these claimed necessities I see a world brought to its knees/
What we were born of squeezed for assets in this monopoly/
Made a part of me by poverty and economy/
A justified mockery of the humanity residing in me/
Employing me to conquer and destroy in a military society/
Armed to the teeth with denial they breed/
Internalizing and disarming any objections I might apply/
I am one of kindred sets of eyes recognizing the weights placed on my mind/
With that hindrance defined I as a cave creature find sight where I was once blind/
Step into the light sacrificing ignorance for insight/
The plight recognized as devised to keep my minds eye simplified/
You might find the future ten steps devined/
One hundred moments defined with 99 that don't align/

Mistress

I think I miss having a mistress
This black widow sits inches from my lips
Mind catches flak as I reminisce
While mine mind refuses the past
The heart regrets that which hasn't lasted
Fault distributed and I try to shoulder it unrefuted
I've been dejected for loneliness, for wanting comfort selfishness
Then cherished unable to accept
Loving her first was dancing on the precipice of a cliff
Falling down it by night, come morn awakening again at the beginning
Cringeing at the cycles known, marked spoke by spoke
Releasing the broken hamster from the wheel to contemplate these choked on fears
Somehow stockholm syndrome had its appeal
By force I fled the cage when you found another marionette to take the stage
At first rage, then I saw the roles you played
So focused externally I didn't look within
Inside of me there sat such rejected melancholy I quarrelled internally
Me couldn't just be me I had to become an agent of a partners whim
Well it's good the bitch cut the strings
I was bewitched and suffering
Hard to believe, I nurtured the ivy that deprived me
Parasitic and entirely unrealistic
So much I almost miss it
After all these years you've become so simplistic
Lit the wick and kicked regrets to the sea
Remembering the you is an illusion made by me
Taught to strive for emotional simplicity
My oh me, what's simple really?
Her beautiful distraction could've killed me
Love is blind, always will be
20/20 has us all saying really, what's truly?
Now I take care of self in and out of health
I'd suggest the lesson flows downhill
Don't be a tool be the shed
Move forward and don't dread
Plant the seed and grow past these shallow needs
First and foremost give and receive
No person is worth being a hollow shell of these

Onwards

Yep, should've added a prefix
Regressing past regrets
Stepping back to the past less
Sailing a ship that's mastless
On winds amassed to crash the masses
The strong survive
I find myself surrounded by the qualified
In my mind a kaleidoscopic monical tracks my environments periodicals
Cataloguing exoticals and less than exciting methodicals
Time slows to a scrawl, stops
Ruts in the deadlock
Kept still by the thought of the clock
Ironic, that which tracks decay in laps fails to track this mental lapse
Scaling these hills to the hilt of time that made roses wilt in decline
And as telescopes recline to watch the stars align
I too will find my place in the grand design
Casting my line with answers
In a sea full of questions while the fisherman questions the essence
Every catch further fueling this relentless
Eyes close and the melodic push of time gets recycled
Revelations fuel the cyclone
Pushing and pulling with the currents of the beanstalks seed
Pillars built by the sorely missed who continue to give
Within all theories relative
Unabident to the hymns given by the living
Antidotes for doubt and it's treacherous louts
Ignoring what humans felt history was one size fit all
It's a nuclear bomb, one man could kill them all
Upon a floated vigil promoting bestowed civilities
As the well runs dry I find it burning beautifully
A sacrifice required for a better life
It's called the better fight despite a fight never being right
We'll stab all our shadows until we too are run through
Left blue and breathless questioning the heavens guest list
Unaware of what we miss
Relinquishing this and that goaded to negligence by sly aristrocrats
A whole lot of mix and match to patch the potholes in the path
Unfunded by the latter mentioned riff raff
Yet finding puzzle pieces mismatched
Digging through dialogue to find a mask to match
It's all calm and billabongs until the peasant learns the song
 Grind it down to balms this soothing alm
I find this seeking not worth searching
Unaware of whom the worth is
Seldom is it found attached like name tags to a person
So you tell me how to find the worth of the worst whos working
For a better inner person I'm still searching
Putting that work in for what it's worth then
You can bet I'll question the crest of this wave when the curiousity remains unstaved
Save moments of tourniquet pains
Tourniquets made, I damn near tied that knife in inflicting the pain
Not to name names as time will yet settle the bets pasted on my cyborg frame
Fame airbrushed on the underside of the little I've gained in terms of monetary aims
Must've missed the sugar coated Schindlers list passing heavens guest list
This pacifist is more than happy to let your objections sit and teach you shit
Cause at the bottom the silt yet drifts looking for a pit
Falling through the cracks as the clock ticks
Reflecting patterns of scattered brain matter on gold plated platter
Upon the void the gold shatters scattering meaning to dimensional rafters
Yet I still find the will to write new chapters
Onwards my friends to the ever afters

Petter- mikrofonkåt (Instrumental) - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F-Kqbbfbufk

Straight comin out the dungeon

Lunchin on empirical assumptions

Part of a somber assemblage

Countin the 99 steps to heaven

Losses of the brethren settled in

Akin to kin bathed in sin

Fuck this societies homonyms

Your ignorance is uncomfortable

Hypocrisy devoured like a lunchable

Rhyme level untouchable

Broke crutches I once found loveable

Mind plays back past blows for blows

Time plays at a laminar flow

Vibrating at the rate of tremolo

Raps echo through the abode

Abyss, amiss to be living like this

At the bottom of the pit

Gravediggin towards a sky I can kiss 
 

Shaking weaknesses like snowglobes

Watching the empire wither

Splinters of wood flow downriver

Fletch em, add em to my quiver

The cold makes us shiver

Internalized like shots to the liver

Tethered to a mirror image

Shattered the glass with shards

Came through on a silent hill

Quill that froze the inkwells

Stabs perspective till it kills

Blood to sate the wishing well

In my skull

Hum intolerable

Float above states with my thought rate

Pack memorabilia in the crate

Germinate till a better date

Behemoths sate infinite thirst

Worst comes to worst

Nurse until it hurts

It’s one thing to patch a wound

Another to brood in brew

I’ve watched whole lives consumed

Don’t know which is worse, resisting or obeying thirst

For a term, curse is relative

We manifest and obey our quips

Bail water out of sinking ships

Flood the deck

Saw the shipwreck and must manifest

I guess it’s a quest

To process and digest

traumatic experience

Comfortable inside delerium

See the world quite sane

However I’m the weather
Meterologist interpretations

Determine how I’m viewed by the nation

Contemplation settles how I’m pacing

Or outpacing
The way I travel is olympic

I’m passed the torch then I kick it

From Atlantic to Pacific

Prolific

Reflections

As I feel my reflection

I’m guessing at the current direction

It sets in subtle

The aftershock of a stark rebuttal

Sort through the rubble of the huddle
Rode the short bus when I could’ve flew the shuttle

What’s easy, really?
Upon sorting could and would be’s

Settled upon all hurdles as developmental

It’s only sort of sentimental

Considering some of my existence has been littering

Littered amongst the simple things

Simple things incinerated into complexities
Complexities that formed a tough husk

Seeds that grew into complexions

Worn and weathered

Brushing a face with hands gentle as a feather

Environments that frayed the letter

Tough as leather

I swear I’ve tried to burn the past

Only to find I’m a pack rat
Alas when a ship has sailed

There isn’t yet a man who hasn’t manufactured contraband

to see further, telescopes that choke the very heartstrings

That allowed happiness to lead unto suffering

Not even surprised at the spectacle

That magnifying glass itself

Focuses the wrath at those tattered cloth sails

One can only watch as that oil is heated

Illuminating the yellowed

Igniting the purifying flames

Cleansing what was considered sameness

Completing the aging on those warped pieces