Heathen Feet

Heathen Feet

Insecurities runs towards it… fold after fold… time fold! I’m confused but yet I stand my ground… I’m about to be transform into the ground… rebirth into the Grim Reaper… without a soul, without thought.

I am here to be commanded! He rested her hand behind my back and gave orders one handed… his grim, her face, his nose, her glare… scarf so high… business minded… election stare! Transform my genuine thoughts… my innocent into fears.

Fight, anger and destruction among man of nations that I have no quarrel against... brotheren create divisions and I have not begun to shed one tear… I carry a scythe! They call it a rifle… I stood deep… a helmet… they call it a halo.

They transform many of my brotheren’s… many of my sisters into enemy of life! I am the carrier and the disposable, but yet I went so far into these grand fields… landmines explosions in my mind and I can’t begin to despair… because I call it forth with one single breath, with one single rotation of my scythe.

Recycle and recite these words … I am birthed into this world to rejoice everything and everything… for I am everything and everything! Everywhere we are is not controlled by another… for they are controlled by greed…

Something that has been preconceived… pre-collected… pre-consumed… a disease infested within the womb… they are birthed with the notion to control… they feast on death; they feast upon agony… their obese… the belly of the beast! They’re gluttony has no rest, have no feet!

Please gained stability… let you’re awareness bring forth flesh to you… let you’re understanding decay your scythe… let your love bring sight… let that helmet wither away… let your back sprout out wings because peace is what you are… love is what we are… we’ll dine in heavens doors and let these heathens eat their own feet's.            

Drawers

Drawers

I open the drawers to your heart… the cabinets to your mind… the understanding of your body in mind… soulfully you lay… I reach out to you… so gracefully and tender… I’m exposed to you!  Pullout those wrinkles of clothing in my heart that I have worn… over and over… again…

I know they are indecent… I know they are tainted, but here! Take them… and hang them for me, wash them for me, clean them for me… I slowly reveal to you what’s within my cabinets… My borders are revealed.

Follow me and repaint me… provide me with a different combination… a different sequence of patterns as my hair is unleashed on to my back and I fall asleep… on top of your mind… I climbed…

These mountain peaks… I fall, I fold… and hopes that I am reclaimed re-cleanse, re-clench by your hands! I see all these through the structure of your hands. The sadness in your eyes and the way sleep falls into you at night.

I will wear all the clothing of your emotions…. So proudly that I will create a scent that our life will forever be stained with! So wherever you may linger your vision, whatever you may smell, wherever you are!

Know that… I… am… these clothing inside of you… I am these emotions that you wear. The belts… the garments! I am proud to be me! I am proud to be you! And I thank you for this evening… I thank you for this evening! Thank you for purchasing me! I am your antique! I am your brand…thank you, thank you!     

Puff puff

Puff puff

Yea! A woman… a woman feels as thou they can do whatever they want to do, and granted they can… I mean it’s the same playing field… I mean where playing the same game… different views, different aspects but we fall with the same parachute.

Your pair of shoes feels just the same… it’s in the matter in which you choose to wear them, but what these chicks don’t understand… what these women don’t understand is that their cashing in their integrity! Their cashing it in!

Well that simply isn’t wifey material… I mean when you exhaust all you’re funds… your integrity funds! You find yourself in… just a loan. You then want a good dude, but that dude is going to find out that all along that you needed a loan!

You need some integrity loan! If you don’t, then you’re going to find yourself all alone… I mean write-up a code like… divorce papers… like bitch! If I only knew that all along you were all alone… I wouldn’t have had you following along… I dislike this type of shit!

Your tongue is long… you have multiple lives… you’re like Pinocchio without the wooden nose… if you know what I mean? It’s without meanings at all! You’re simply monstrous the way you conducted things… You conceived me... No, No! You didn’t give birth to me! You freakin deceived me… you gave birth to that!     

You could’ve made me your enemy… looking into all these concepts… I came to one conclusion! You have to embrace them, after all… she taste so good! I mean I licked her up and down… My GOD! I got a buzz! She smells so good that my eyes rolled back and caught shivers, I mean my body too!

I had to merge the two, so I pop the cork and soothe my throat! I soothe her throat… I picked up my gears and went down… she took all of me in… she gargled me… In return I intoxicated her insides… sooth her mentally and when she grabs me, she inhales me and releases me…

I immediately consume her room… filled it with my aroma… I love when she fucks me! Two bad bitches fucking each other… they call me breeze, and I Moscato, but some call us “Mary Moscato” yet we could be naïve, we could be a real bitch, I could have my tantrum but I’m sweet as plum!

Blue Berry Kush… Sour Diesel Kush… I’m fine as FUCK! You know where to come to get more… Fuck, Fuck, Fuck! You know where to come to get more satisfaction out of your Fuck, Fuck, Fuck! You know where to come to please yourself… I would love to please you; of course I want to please you! Puff… Puff…thank you.      

To the end

To the end

I'm chucky and you're my bride, like Bonnie and Clyde...

My son

My son

The stillness of my emotions displays my devotion… the stillness of my ocean showcase the depths of my skies. I’m afraid of the rain…

I’m braver when I run… fall into a runt of a rut; just to end up climbing out of trunk. Ledges & bridges… I burn! So please feel my stillness of hearts…

For they reflect my concerns. Bright as the sun, bright as the new born… back and forth… the carriage, something I truly cherish… a gift that is truly full with abundance… I thank you… for my son!   

 

Wayne

Wayne

Forgetful minded… lost in the trenches of today, overdue the moment… over succeed… triumph and trample, Goliath stance rise as a King, sit as a god.

Misconstrued, misconceived… firing off on all cylinders laying species of seeds… They grow bright…what is in my mind is lowering dim lights… synapses sparking off inaccurately putting me to sleep codeine! Prescription indeed… I pray on my knees, Amen! Lord please…

I play the game that wins me… this rap game wraps me in the blanket of confidence, wraps me with humanities blessings…

Take a notepad and miss-document me, take a mic and misrepresent me… stabbing and mutilating me like the late Ceaser, with hope of death coming out your instruments of greed… that I’m critical decease.

But yet the world knows that I’m here… cautions that I take slows me down for a brake… I slumber then I awake.

Tomorrow is not mine but I reach for here and now… building goldmines out of my mind… Sizzurp, Pimp-C can you see? See these things in my sleep don’t count me out; I’m still in… counting the days to my end.

I have my camp here and we’re wining… Wayne historical figure for your age and momentum…keep this genre for this is a favor, life is a gift and these TMZ reporters are piranhas with fevers…