Blue Boy With Red Rhymes
The Blue Boy, squeaking like the mouse
Never seen speaking N§ide the house
Although, never was it a choice
For Blue B born with no Voice
Nor sound for fire words to tred
So, smokey throats burn Crimson Red
Warlock Words
Finding my self when I Am
Finding the right words &
feeling so satisfied Then
so so so bored so trading
my self I have just found
N§ide words & now Outside
With another voice unseen
Waiting, to be painted by
Mine Åbsurd Warlock Words
Silent Song Sing Along
Don't really talk much, not anymore
Now that I write down all my words;
Why worry whether words sound witty
When my paper makes them so pretty?
As Music is the movement
Meaning I don’t need my voice
2 make a noise for my silent song;
N§tead, just need my pen to sing along
67 – Another “Quiet Weird Kid” (N.H.K. KID§)
Tricked Me right by broken-promise songs
Gibb'rish wished dreams strung Me along
Shoulda taken forked road's left prong
Losing direction ∿ Vice takes leæd
Numbing vibration & smoking weed
Loving connection, what I need
So scary 2 admit how lonely
B these part They cannot see
Drowning while They ignore Me
Words so heavy, feeling weak
I cannot even bear to speak
Voices playing hide-&-seek
Back row reservation B where I hid
Apathy's cracks through which I slid
Becoming just another "Quiet Weird Kid"
204 – Timid~ØИΣ Leading
Without a Voice, N his head
He could hear the Timid~ØИΣ
Breathe N his beating Heart
Following his Breath, found
§üM∿Forgotten∿Faces, kindly
REMinding the Ñü∿Voice He B
Hearing Now not found N§ide
His Heart, N§tead B Øüt§ide
Reality of §elf-Åctuality &
Where waits Time & §pace as
Infinities tango N Eternity
Calling Kairi
Sometimes
Trusting &
Letting Go
Looks like
A missed call
& sounds like
A trembling voice
Stumbling over words
Because even though
Talking with flow
May sound cool
His awkwardness
REMinds Ü of
That §weet Boy
Ü both once knew
My Voice
It's öDD, because I Fear
My arrogance - which is why
I feared my Voice - not 'cause
I couldn't Ünderstand it - rather
Was too afraid of what it was saying
Even before I knew Whö my Voice be
My Noise knew it sounded special
& so although know how I sound
Having been born N vibration
Never heard my §elf before
Finally found my Voice
And by some miracle
I really like it
No, even more
I love it!
282 – Deja~Vu Darling
"My Darling" like I Am Deja~Vu
I will always come back to You
Though never is it your choice
Because I can steal your voice
So, forcing Ü 2 choose between
Staying hidden &/or being seen
101 – Talk To Me
No talking, so I'm asking myself "Why?"
I have my guesses, sure - though my
Guesses, when asked: unconfirmed
Took too long 'til I returned;
Maybe I really do deserve to ugly cry
Choking on my words, collar's too tight
Fuck! I'd finally found my favorite
Voice & yet nobody near -§till-
Here to hear my final will;
Hell, oh well, that's Life, alright
We all gotta take some Time to grow
Yet, my Garden, no one may know
So, where can I hope to go?
Their groves, never so;
Guess I'll know when sprouts show
After when I finally found my final end
Come outside N my Garden I'll tend
Until all of my Time is spent
Living inside the moment;
So maybe then, I can make amends
147 – Solitude Mute
It is an enlightening experience
Realizing you have no one
To talk to when
You actually want to for
Once in your solitude mute life
280 – Alien Lost In Translation
It's hard 2 die alone - especially
When you are unable to tell anyone
Because - they wouldn't understand
Because - they couldn't understand
Because they think only bodies die
& don't realize how voices shuffle
-§till- it doesn't change the fact
They'll just watch Ü, dying slowly
And never even say one word at all
Though I guess I never said a word
Although, they had never taught me
How 2 speak their §trange language
nø replacement, again
I Am having another realization
It is not that I have no one
To talk to ~ only no one
I want to talk ~ other
Than You ~ nø replacement
Just a destined disappointment
!✨ÅM✨🄼🅨✨☯ᏔИ✨M͚ü§E͒ <ΣY∃ B WHΘ§∿Ñü>
Ñü∿Word§ Now N use
R leaving Me confused
& so scattered Ñü∿Brain§
Like nerve gas, Now diffuse
When tensions finally diffused
After my haughty hot∿head, bigger
Than Arizona's hot air balloons
Having created a Lovers' spat
When I had spat firey fumes
§anity left, exhumed, yet
Finally calms and came 2 C
How oh~so Cruel ΣY∃ can B &
Sounding so mean Now hearing
Bad Ñü∿Music, making Me Angry
So saying things We never mean
Though taking §üM∿Time, after 2
Atone 4 Sin's inheritance of Tin
Ñü∿Castle foundation, like stance
Madman Found when Lost, N thoughts
About stitches from magical bitches
With Wiccans writing N§ide wigwams &
Witches riding broomsticks wrong, but
Had 2 stop when ΣY∃ got caught near by
Ñü-Bone-Throne so trapped Me Å11∿Å1ØИ∃
Oh∿so far from Home & yet⌁so⌁suddenly⌁
ΣY∃ can C & then B, Now RΣMembering
Real∿Time, like Root∿Reality∿Rhyme
Found N§ide mine first line, like
Looking 4 Ñü∿Design, or §üM∿§ign
Leading Me forward or back toward
Old ØИΣ's Ñü∿Mind ΣY∃ thought I'd
Lost, like ØИΣ∿öDD∿Voice 2 §üM∿Mime
Whö had Found Å §ound 2 ©üM & RΣMind
Me of Ñü∿Music with a Clue like a flu
From a Sick∿Sight of §üM∿ØИΣ∿§trange N
Mid∿Flight mean ΣY∃ flew N on Ill∿Flow
So it goes so Ñö∿Иø knows Now ÑΘ∿Ghost§
Can host Ñü∿Truth§ or §kill§ ΣY∃ boast
4 Truant∿§oul§ float N boats overflown
As Moro's Magma Moat, or Aria's Astral
Ocean of Crystal Color coating Layers
Like Paint, break as ΣY∃ concentrate
Like Orange Juice, then bringing Me
Back 2 finding use 4 rhyming "use"
& ΣY∃ again RΣMind last train of
Thought like caboose of Dr.Seuss
4 I Am Whö ΣY∃ Am and B Ñü∿Real
§elf, so I Am Lost 2 Long∿Lines
Like White∿Lies not Found N§ide
Truth so Ü2 can undo öh∿§ø Cruel
Abuse & then free Å11 those Whö R
Chained 2 Time 'til feeling Rhyme &
Her living design §pinning N minds so
Full of questions from Time's Fool Whö
Found Infinity's Fountain of Youth with
Magic and Now feeling like Brand✨Ñü, 4
ΣY∃ B WHΘ§∿Ñü & !✨ÅM✨🄼🅨✨☯ᏔИ✨M͚ü§E͒
Verse~Voice (Bumble~B Rumbling)
I Am Truth's Poet ~ for my Golden
Throat holds the holy Verse~Voice
Meaning my words ωobble and rhyme
No matter the Time of any day nor
The place where I try ~ 'cause as
Of tonight ~ I've taken flight to
Shy Violet skies ~ showering down
A sorrowful sound to water desert
Mounds of them unbound terracotta
Soldiers biding Time inside dirty
Barracks hidden below holy ground
Patiently waiting as my vibration
In gold wind blows them clones of
Clones off tone & this sandcastle
Throne made from tilted hourglass
Sands, cracked & crumbled, 'cause
Was trying to be humble but ended
Up in a tumble when Fate stumbles
& fumbles И~2 black & yellow bums
Bare-knuckle, Bumble~Bee Rumbling
Stadium thunder under a dome made
Of white elephant ivory bone & of
Segregated "Sinners" suffering so
And painted red from when soapbox
"Saints" scold like boiling water
And stoned black KIDS lackin' who
Got stoned home all alone ~ after
Coming home and facin' high horse
Hypocrites who broke my bones, so
Forced to pay government trolls &
White bedsheet wizards a Jim Crow
Toll, selling Good Times and even
An ödd~soul to that company store
With workers like a pimp's whores
By fucking them up and raping all
Values and morals found inside of
Miller's spiritual core on shores
Where my KIDS~R stored & awaiting
4 when my Wednesdays won’t awaken
To so tragic Fate called War when
Men so wicked finally rescind sin
& my demons descend directly down
\Destined\Decent\ dropping deeper
& deeper 2 dowse 4 blood diamonds
Yet not minors they lost ~ 'cause
Have to fast~track frivolous fast
Fashion designers who are so much
More inclined to try covering all
Chile's coastline in viral vision
Like vomit velcroed to the ground
Than clothe orphan KIDS living in
Local dog pounds just 'cause they
Care much more about sounds coins
Make when they get to shake their
Scaly hands like those slithering
Sanctuaries that sell hypocrisy &
Steal money from the ill & unwell
Or tell them they're all going to
Hell when you know good & well of
How you intend to send that which
Was meant to amend rends & create
New families & friends to killers
& the white collar criminals that
Already have more cash chronicals
Than even my so cruel & conniving
Crimson King, & his oh~so ödd~God
Coming from chaos, causing Chiral
Causality, creating reverse Rover
Reality, oh~so radically red like
Santa's sled when he painted fire
Skulls in flaming heads of eleven
Elven kin burning dead when being
Locked inside that sweatshop shed
With wallpaper walls 'cause paint
Is loaded with lead, so 'stead of
Fantasia factory full of funfetti
Cake frosting to pair with my mug
Of hot cocoa full of marshmallows
From Mars, feels closer to a camp
Himmler leads with witch whips he
Cracks 2 enact tortured tempos of
A Scarlet~Law song, sick son of a
Bitch barks, fucking narcs, so he
Can make Spring turn into Fall as
If Summer reawakened never at A11
♡Sugar☆World☮ 