I part with the future in our presence , the present
that holds pasts like a family pendant , a remnant
like a lost mark in lifes pages, i spread love beyond
closed gates to ignore their open embraces,
tragedies follow those innocent as death beckons
those living , meet life with meaning to find
disappointment in your waking . From the moon
rising the earth seen in the heavens, its all relative
as God is found in all religions, mens nuisance
clean the dirt off our daughters innocence , make
matyrs out of infants - wat sad choices . We raise
orphans and train undertakers , grave shifts a
routine like virginity checkers , thats truth like the
mystery of love which is our makers. . . What makes
us ? If its experience then heresy is our saviour , this
idea within us a sense of perception from
perspectives of repressed sessions like respective
notions to fuel emotions , i write with effect of the
cause that never was , before time yet after
existence i seem to communicate in metaphors ,
minds to hearts as i connect the link like a web
address , undress the naked with a verbal fashion
sense, its a form of gaining response through
properly arranged sylables to produce meaning
through words , a basic science that communicates.
Intrigue the masses with madness , insane tactics
that prove my sanitys worth practicing like a
natural child birth. . . I ride vocals on dictioned
curves , break normals with drastic content , freeze
moments to melt hearts like heat to chocolates ,
indeed i rhyme often, hopeless but i aim to capture
what your smile radiates , now thats feeling
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