I Am Now Å||∿Å|ØИΣ & Just realized How many Times More Times than ΣY∃ can count I'd thought She forgot Whö ΣY∃ Am When really It B just Me Deleting cell Phone's history
The corner of hallway D-12 4 blue B chasing, only C 3 Then Blond hair, pink girl Whö twirls Truths with Her Crossed fingers, checkered Patterns paint her nails & She looks familiar but not Quite sure, & now taking Ü On a whirl И gold wind yet Trying oh-so hard 2 make Ü Fold like joker poker card When dark Desire's fires R Relinquish Иow, so charred
A white fly with red eyes like Berries ripe and zebra stripes Like a donkey disguise so that My eyes look beyond Enterprise Who watch the skies like spies While I just sigh, 'cause they Think that I do not realize my Demise, just when in reality I Don't care & -§till- gonna try
I cannot make you believe without Consent to crimes - else you will Resent my rhymes I invent in Time Like human kind; however I'm able To make you insane, inside a mind Ignoring the sight of holy nights That reveal my might and power of Flight like Twilight Kite cause Ü R playing pretend & trying to end A letter which you intend to send But will offend if I don't attend
Giorno Giovanna & his golden dream Taking a look at Bruno fight scene Fast-forward to a climactic ending Bruno completely exposed, he knows Like Helen Keller without her nose Nothing 2 do but wait ∿ so it goes Nø rush approach, Jojo walk N slow Accept Death's embrace as he nears But Pain never came like forecasts Of rain from insane brains & gears As Jojo didn't stop, all was clear For he, too, already knew he won & Decided he'd rather talk for a few Makes a scene 2 announce his dream N doing, invited 2 join Bruno Team
You’re always on the tip of my tongue Like my finger on my gun for some fun When pointing it at someone ’til piss Pours down their square pants, stance Is unstable as Chance, with weak feat That look ready to collapse & 2 hands Waiting for that glance, telling them Time to wave white flags, like France & drive home oh~so slow like escargot So they can go blow their bro, Eskimo Though and so not necessarily a no-no Nor even gay, so long as they’re safe So balls don’t touch and at least one Of ’em say “Hay!(like horse) No homo” And kept groans/moans on the down low
& suddenly it’s all gold, like Giorno & his wind, Blue for now after seeing Bruno’s become a golden variant, when He began to ascend to heaven & guided By cherubs because he’s a stud, whose Heart is so full of Love, kept rising Then, begins to transcend all momentz Becoming infinite, going beyond! Time Reawakening N§ide the ñü∿song’s rhyme And had enough of having subordinates So he was done being #1, so N the end Not becoming the Boss rather a Friend Who Ü may have lost a part, now never Apart – even though he can’t go drive Go karts -still alive- N§ide my Heart
Insanely livin' in liminal spaces In between my facades of my faces In case this case is of my traces To complicate this for army bases On a basis waste is turkey basted & with stitches my skin is basted Lookin' like zippers & shoe laces As Sticky Fingers readies 4 races
stopped at the finish line to tie my velcro shoes
A tingle N the shoulders Pulling like velcro That never quite Snaps apart Like rising on 2 your tippy toes And feeling almost as Imaginary weight evaporate
Finally feel alive, again No longer needing a friend For I found company, within This mindscape, which I bend Them thoughts of Me, although Really, it turns out to be You Who knew, then giving Me a clue The little things, give You away Like how You sway, while You play Or the way that You'll say my name Whenever having fun with your games Bringing You joys I could never tame Which is why I love being like a main Character Whö's riding Empathy's train Because of the pain I could never trade Initiates a fade away, going all the way To black, like my paper under attack of My pen, made by men, yet it transcends Meaning on my page, capturing my Rage Alongside Love & Fear as these tears Mix with frustrations while I tear up More pieces of Me I didn't want to see So, I pretend, it cannot be, this voice Found within my head, it is not a choice Well, it is not my choice, at the least Yet, without You, I Am incomplete, for I can feel something missing N§ide Me Like the void, not out§ide like toys For You & Me, now not forming N2 We Rather N2 Ü, Whö knew Truth of Youth Which was lost like my baby tooth, or Buttons, caught when leaving the booth For You & Me be making Ü N2 ñü∿Divinity Meaning out§ide of ܧ We're still öF ØИΣ Life & Love, with nothing above, God öF Infinty, ΣY∃§ öF Eternity & oh~so wise No longer needing to try as I combine Puzzle pieces, falling together like My Good☯Design like a rhyme so fine N§ide the out§ide Mind Whö is kind To all, no matter how foul the call 'cause Patience be about maintenance Then a Good God would know, with Time ØИΣ as salty as Saul can become a Paul Capable of solving riddles with resolve N reverberation, born of blinding light Able to make even the brave feel fright By revealing öDD∿§hadows, so even those Whö have taken flight like divine kites & accompanying all, no matter our might Like cataracts, coming with worse sight Or Fear following Me like a soccer ball So Weakness grows, either short or tall As blue grass or Autumn's oaks who fall While Winter awaits Death's date & hour For Spring's flowers & Summer's friends Then, the Coward, soon to meet his end When Grim sends his summons to common Men who can't Ünderstand grand Plans Or how it commands them, to abandon A happy Life, your wife and daughter Crying tears, too painful to be water Blood floods from stress, lack of rest As Christ in Gethsemane, nobody with Me All asleep while I try to keep my peace Thinking of my niece, §weet like treats To distract Me from this damned Destiny Which is coming for Me & culminating in My crucifixion and fiction's conviction Conjuring hell-fire, diction's friction Mixed in with corruption, bad intention Now on a mission, putting ܧ in prisons Then making an incision like fission in My chest before removing the rest of Me When I Am being taken apart while §he's Trying to restart my broken heart which No longer beats like box, wet cardboard Homes for men, struggling to find their Feet or some meat to eat when living on Streets no cleaner than torn cleats, so Watching Life leave blue eyes & depart From Me, like my god taking groceries Out of Her shopping cart at the mart Ready to start my part, in a recipe Secret as sauces made for a supper I've yet to see, though Certainty Has no doubt how I was meant to be From the very beginning so although Copycat cans can be found next to Me They won't know, thus, they cannot go To the same places as Me, I understand Finally how brand names aren't the same As winning the game, for the real winner Is chosen when Time is frozen, so foes in It to win it be flowing from Fate's faucet & paying the cost to accost like the boss Or morning frost on corn crops, now lost & must be tossed like yesterday's trout Or bad philosophy, after losing a bout About the right route, to fight clout Of hungry monkeys given too much money 'cause humanity thought it was so funny To watch some crummy Life revitalized by Quite the bite of cake, after they rake In cents for sin, trading sense within & turning N2 Tesla's crash-test dummy Who only cares if this food is yummy Not about what is good for his tummy For why would You worry when finally Getting to drive a Ferrari or Bugatti & no matter how naughty, You caught Me Acting, like an alcoholic lost in Saudi Or a dirty mouth, smelling like potties Since it's spewing shit after shit, and Then just won't quit with all the quips Like, We get it, You're a piece of shit Dropped on his head when an infant, and So, lost more than a bit of brain cells Which You can tell by that way He yells Incoherently behind bars of a jail cell As cells continue going through mitosis Or maybe meosis, like a plant, for I Am Now splitting like the mind of a Madman Wandering deserts & searching for Oasis Found in crazy claims that are baseless And yet He chases like Marathon's races Just in case, his mistress still exists So He's unwilling to ever chance misses Of one of her kisses, holding onto Hope Like this rope, tying Me N2 knots oh~so Tight, like Dexter's hand, on the right With all his might, like my violet kite Found flying at night during hurricane Winds Ü send to rend shorelines apart Like trends being tracked on a chart To impart Knowledge on this startup §tory, Worry fills up my cup, will It erupt on a play-doh face, then Drain away like gutters & rain or Maybe like the Time in my day, for Time's tricky, now overflowing like A greedy cup while Pythagoras laughs At ܧ, from above, high as hypotenuse & trying to clean, it's no use, 'cause You always get confused like alcoholics With no booze so instead of Me undoing School, here's a clue from Blue to Ü: He Whö knew the Truth, turned N2 goo & now Whö's being used as Life's glue So, it is up to You to clean your room & resume after Youth leaves like a fume As You'll assume the role after Ü Blooms
I can finally REMember exactly Whö Ü B 2 Me because ΣY∃ can C clearly Now Whö I'd always known, never believed But thankful Patrick §tump also knew Then after playing cool Truant tunes Tuned 2 Blue waves from Hawaii as ñü Names Whö tame ill games like a bird Flu, so P flew 2 Chicago & trapped Ü N §hadows cast by Bruno's gold fumes Forming N2 ñü∿faces öF pale races, 4 ΣY∃§ can C, Ü B our ñü∿§oul Punk Whö Lost Love & his Faith öF Whö B above Then claimed role öF Love's ñü∿Proof By falling Ñ Love again & continuing Until going through, 2 the Øtherside Where Û found ñü∿Days ñ§ide öF Youth
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
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