Saturday, January 21, 2012

Report Card

To the left, my mind stands waiting to embark
Right, begs reason but stands alone in the dark
Struck hard, like stone tempting its skin to spark
Come superman, from a mild mannered average Clark

The fates have you, like a bullet in a vacuum
Resume your reason to avoid being consumed

My minds faded, so shut up and face it I'm left jaded,
focused and waiting, frustrated strained from the distance between reason,
but if I aced it like a test, I'd say wasted, talent doesn't display this
Daily, explained mainly for outdated monotony
A contrived, concentrated duration of intimidation is waiting
behind closed doors, for sure, the score, I'd even then towards
a new discretion, inspect the quest I creaked the wood laden specs
directed, the intention incepted at the last moments of duress
counteract the rest, circumvent the nautilus
octopus takes full artistic license and crushes the vessels neck

The fates have you, like a bullet in a vacuum
Resume your reason to avoid being consumed

I've got a bee in my pocket, careful not to knock it
I play roulette with the press, of the key, troublesome deep compress
maintained annually, bringing stinging to my skin,
bruise rises from within, in
and upon it, I commence a sonnet of shades of the moon
with the bee, careful not to swoon, and play silhouette to my skin
again praying from within, my black and blue conjures mortal sin
as the fates have you, bullet in a vacuum
resume your reason, to explode deep in your sternum
perpetuate backwards down your throat and bloat
swell and curtail, swallow, then lessen the blow
from these lessons you know, eyes are bulging out the socket
I got a bee in my pocket send me off in a rocket

The fates have you, like a bullet in a vacuum
Resume your reason to avoid being consumed

I've got a C in my pocket, shock socked and block it,
shoot the moon, shipped the back room, careful not to shoot to soon
resume your treatise, cold space where heat is...void
annoyed by the lack of your raspy voice,
infiltrate my choice to intercept your reason, for reasons un-seaming
keep you believing, grasping for the ceiling,
gasping for breath and reeling, in this pit of stomach feeling,
but don't cheapen the meaning,
how you keep your bee's in
stationary space station, puff smoke and I turn to creepin
but refrain from the moment of zen, crept pen, ink to paper
edge to ledge, push pencil to grade her, maintain her,
like this report card in my pocket, my fates determined for sure
I've got a C in my pocket, light up this rocket
fly to the moon, tighten the screw with this mental socket
but don't knock it, crock pot boil, bringing this product to market
mainstream appeal, C's in my pocket for real, lock stock and drop it.

Sunday, January 15, 2012

Well-Wishers Be Warned

Unearthed retrieved ordeal, this root of all evil
misguided perceptions, no believe me you
tribe called quest, but quest be unequal
cerebral, the main line appeal
decibal level makes it all too real
from fleeting image to real world
composed of glass and steel
conceal essence but the meaning's surreal
left to upheaval, destroys the land, without burial
but with far less worth than what your eyes reveal.

Mere menacing agent breaths, pressure relieved
deceived me as the night recedes
moon to sun, as land from sea
attempt to claim back the sleep I need
shadows bleed light, reflects your greed
please, don't ease, don't ease
don't ease me in, shutter-release
creased visage, from an unspoiled seed
asked to lead, mouths to feed, beliefs turn creed
biblically fetid, wind swept and god-speed
careful then care free, churned urn, adorned
burned for sure flames kissed the moon
danced the waltz, followed the tune, the turn,
and preserves the yearning, like the simple cistern
mouth visible body buried beneath the lawn
sheltered from trees above, leaves rustle and whisperin
shimmer and scorn, from death your cast
ressurected, re-born!