I’ve been dealt a good hand
And I’m a master of my cards like Yugioh
I stare at the moon thinking where do we go?
The night fills me with wonder
Through the days I wander
Through dreams and the seams on the fabric of nature
I ponder the relation between the soul and this armour - this shell
I wish this mission was dished to me in a nutshell,
Instead of on the devil’s grill, filled with innocence and experience
Transient in the science of a poet in the format of
A low key motif, through old teeth
I pledge this world comes with me
Yours does too
The universe is within you,
Red is blue like the
Misconception of a lobster
Don’t falsify the master of disaster
I’m a master blaster
My dread’s locked up like Rasta
But we’re pretty much pasta
So let your cast last but enjoy your passing
We’re more than just gasses,
Fuck confessing just
Make sure your
From the lands of sand, big kittys and eternal keys
Morality is key
Reality is an ability, more than what we can see
Gold soul theory.
But what is life really?
I’ve been dealt a good hand
I’m sick of by passing, saying bye bye to by-passers
I need to lessen this blessing
Hope that God doesn’t need addressing
and there’s no need for confessing
I don’t need to be progressing
I’m at rest when regressing
Nostalgia’s a curse and a blessing
Thinking back to reception,
I look into my mind,
I tear it apart
Overthink then it becomes dark and
Then restart and then start to talk about how it’s all part
But I’m at one with this knife
I’m not suppose to fuckin cyph-er
I’m not a mic spitter, poet, wordsmith or rapper
Just a white boy with…
Am I just the face of incest?
Or am I a case of space or born blessed?
Time is an illusion
Illuminate the manifestation
Of Man’s creation
and understand the relation
Between death and salutation,
Born to die
I die to be born
Lies are beyond closed doors
Manipulating minds, precipitating time
Warning signs and
We’re warring why?
Money is just wood - power
We’re not dead wood, I’m sour
This life is ours, not the Towers
Shadowing the golden flowers
Will numbers keep you happy on the eve the demon devours?
Look beyond your eyes, apply a new sight and
Enjoy a blue summer’s night
Don’t bleed blue young knight
Don’t seed fury
This old story.
Standing on the tower’s point
Contemplation corrupts corruption
Astral musings produce new movements
And water wets humans.
The cosmos includes green moss
So does space include us?
The stars are a pretty picture when
The moon merges with this river
The fumes, incense of lavender,
I’m happy here
On the water’s edge.
More than you, do you?
A poet in low-key
A man of mischief
Replace old purity
Pagans become puritans
A soulless generation
Gold-less and godless
Cosmos is extraneous
Are now wanderers
Wonders are monotonous
And the future is anonymous.
Without me, what are you?
We are not asleep, we are not a dream
He is not in charge, I am free
I am me
We are two, we become one
And equal three
A mould grows like mold
And a story becomes reality.
Violins in this pink sky
A cow in this cowardly mirror
Purple trees stand by this red river
Golden grass moves throughout this picture.
Clouds assume you move through into the mountains too
Do you? Draw music notes up up high
And write lyrics, so that people who understand it
Can out stand…
Beyond the Bonds of this Chaotic Pond
A dirty little commoner
A little fucking commoner
Left unwashed, mashed, strapped of cash
Born lashed, ready to blast, life turned to ash
Can’t afford uni, only juvey,
Fast tracked from the slum to the slam
Stripped from a human to ham
Born to die,…
Is it a flower? A power?
Art? A part of the body?
Is it to-be smart?
God’s image isn’t a pretty one
Fibonacci’s numbers aren’t a petty sum,
So why are there snobs and others, scum?
Money meets fun and glum
Like the prospect of a paper gun.
Disconnection, dissipation, disassociation
DISS, DISS, DISS
Dystopia in a place where
We all go, and we all come
There’s meaning beyond but be careful
There’s peril in wisdom
So stay sterile
In this cerebral
There’s a Ferrell child
A lust for nature
The wild star-tiled pile of fertile aisles.
A mushroom kite,
A sight for cat’s eyes
The rabbit’s habits habitually happen
The clock on the chest begins to blossom
Two eyes lie back, I lay on my back and play dead like a possom
Third one open, my mind twists and tosses
Muses past lives,
Ancient like fossils
- This moss is lit purple
- This grass is bliss, blue
- This moon is green, this loon is freed.
Nature, my Queen.
Time ain’t here
You can’t see time here
But you see flesh
Bloodied, red, rotting
You don’t see time here
But you see flesh fed with lead.
This red beach features creatures,
Leeches attached to features neglect
A star-screened sky, but it’s nature which teaches,
Brown the White House with my feces
See I see eye to eye with my conscious
But you can’t, you’re born farmed
Raised for slaughter, tele taught ya
Enjoy the abattoir,
Counting sheep should haunt ya.
coffee and cake facade
you’re not part of the same arm,
which becomes a flower
time was ours
but now it’s sour
How’re you? I don’t give a shit now, truthfully,
travelling to the days in school, when you turned beetroot, but now
i’m blue, 90s nostalgia
da ba dee da ba doo,
neglect projects regretful reflections
pulled away like c-sections
sick of these phonetic connections
and clouded rejections
coffee and cake facade
you’re in a dream, and it’s hard
but i’m going now, tra
fading stars, blacking hearts.
Look to the mountains, the clouds, stars
and start to wonder, then wander
Feel the forest
Dance with the druids
Hear the trees whisper and
Taste the shrooms fluids
The magic, the enigma
Perception becomes clearer,
The soul of a warrior
The mind of a traveler
Dimensions cross over
Is this the same flower?
The rainbowed moonlight
Illuminates the toadstools
Freshens the forest
Bewitches the woods and
Space paints this pretty picture,
Ethereal illusions, delusions
and astral musings,
The bark is drooling
Sage’s mind’s oozing
This fire is cooling
But this giant’s just snoozing.