Sublime

Its sublime how segments of time intertwine in my mind, to reveal the purpose of all these simple lines. These lines coalesce into rhymes and thus align all my thoughts into some empiracle design. So I refine this series thoughts with some design that is meant to slow the limitless bounds of my mind. To slow the limitless speed that reminds me of what I am meant to do with these signs.

Iron and Ice

If I am strong,
And brittle as a veil.
I crack in fire,
And smoulder in hell.
If I am soft,
And melt in the fire.
Then its cause your eyes,
Are my desire, and...

I am breaking through my fears like
Iron through Ice,
Like Iron through Ice,
Like Iron through Ice.

And I am cutting through these tears like,
Iron through Ice,
Like Iron through Ice,
Like Iron through Ice.

And I've been loving through the pain like,
Iron through Ice,
Like Iron through Ice,
Like Iron through Ice.

Now I wont shatter,
And I wont rust.
I'll hold the weight,
Of this life I trust.
But does it matter,
Where the light goes,
I know I'm ready,
To the fire I go.

I am breaking through my fears like
Iron through Ice,
Like Iron through Ice,
Like Iron through Ice.

And I am cutting through these tears like,
Iron through Ice,
Like Iron through Ice,
Like Iron through Ice.

And I've been loving through the pain like,
Iron through Ice,
Like Iron through Ice,
Like Iron through Ice.

Birthday Blasphemin

It's my birthday,
And I'll cry if I want to,
Die if I want to,
Be superfly if I want to...

If I want to fly super like,
Two bits of kryptonite,
Don't matter whats wrong or right,
I can write about sight,
Above sight,
My voice is all those tones.
Sing that song and throw that stone.
I seen the golden dome,
It broke and cracked my every bone.
But now I'm stronger--faster,
Don't even call me master.
I am a student borne,
Rhyme that pain,
And beat that scorn.
Beat those drums,
And crush that bass.
Break that nose,
And snuff that face.
Snuff those words
Up out this place,
I am the man of outer space.
Man of the year,
Two weeks in a row.
I can't count,
Thats how it goes.
Don't need money,
Nor them hoes.
Just need lovin,
Thats my goal.
Cause now I'm stronger--better,
I work in every weather.
I work in every storm,
I'm every man in every home.
Every word and every breath,
Breath this air up in your chest,
Slam that door,
Lets do-see-do,
Break these pilings,
With these flows.

I'm breakin every rule,
And writing every line.
You see the stars come out,
I'll clean em up in time.
You want to see the sun,
Well I'm the only one.
You see the missiles fly,
It's time to do or die.

I'm too cool for school,
I learned the golden rule.
I measured pain in life,
I lived that blood,
I cleaned that knife.
And when the time it comes,
To build that kingdom come,
We praise the only sun,
He's sanctified,
Thy will be done.
Thy will be magnified,
Such is, and such we died.
Our blood is sanctified,
We survived the genocide.
And should the sabers flash,
And there the martyrs lie.
We live another test,
A mental death,
Internal life.

I'm breaking every rule,
And writing every line.
You see the stars come out,
I'll clean em up in time.
You want to see the sun,
Well I'm the only one.
You see the missiles fly,
It's time to do or die.

My hearts the simplest beat,
It goes and thus repeats.
Repeats and thus refrains.
And so I still remain.
So quick I can't remember,
The words that mean surrender.
The words that mean to speak,
So quick I can't repeat.
Repeat and thus delay,
Rhyme schemes are so passe,
Cliche and so irate,
So speak and berate,
So seal my only fate.
Cause now I'm faster - better,
I fall in every weather.
I fall in ever world,
Fall in time,
Return as pearl.
So if the sun comes up,
And the titanic rises.
This world is infinite,
Within my palm,
A god resides and...

I'm breaking every rule,
And writing every line.
You see the stars come out,
I'll clean em up in time.
You want to see the sun,
Well I'm the only one.
You see the missiles fly,
It's time to do or die.

New Years

New years.
New, years.
As in years that are new.
As in the ones of past are old and dusted
With the burnt veils of past years.
As in, I've taken my torch and gone hunting.
Hunting for the things that deceive me.
Deflect me.
Confuse and confound me.
Just drown me in summer sun,
And hide the melancholy from me,
Cause it's a drought that must be drained.
Its last drop dangling,
Like my last material hopes,
That I embody in hard work, sweat, but never tears.
My tears are reserved for love,
And material love I cannot comprehend,
Nor accept.
I know what I want,
And what I do not want.
The question is what is best for me.
Best for myself embodied in this moment.
M.E. is myself embodied.
For without body what I want is so much greater.
The loftiest mounts and minds could never see,
Nor comprehend the needs and desires of myself without body.
Body limits all, and colors our vision.
I must cut off weakness,
And leave desire to the wolves.
I must disintegrate as I walk through the razor wire winds of love,
Leaving all else beside love aside,
As the physical is torn asunder.
I must walk through wave after wave of lava,
Willing scorched flesh to move,
Though it cannot.
Until something remains.
Until nothing more can be lost.
Until nothing more can be burned,
Beaten, sharpened, cut, and navigated.
Until I have reached the shores of ALMOST
comprehension which I desire.
These new years are my struggle.
These new years are my adorning.
The past is just a place of comparison
By which I see my distance traveled.
My tears are just fuel for this machine.
My blood is just the oil that allows this machinery of soul to push
Through the tracks of a material society,
To acheive some greater good.
This body is a tool to acheive some greater good.
I am just a tool to achieve that greater good.
Without that good, I am simply blunted tool
Waiting to be sharpened,
Hardened and honed,
To someday be used again.
I hope you all,
A new year.

Scent

Smells confound me.
How can a smell draw me down
A road I seem to remember.
Why does each step seem more familiar?
I'm still that visitor,
With the smeared ink
Denoting my name and existence.
The only thing keeping me dry,
Is the fact that I'm desperately
Beating back the tears
With words of detachment.
As I gaze into the mirror
Probing my intentions.
I find them pure,
And just.
I'm just jealous.
Green with an envy I have never known.
Never known until today.
How silly am I to be so strong,
But brought down by the natural fragrance,
Of a beautiful girl.

The Blues

I miss my rough and tumble hands,
Their my proof at a hard life.
I miss the cuts and the bruises,
Their my proof at a hard life.
Though the dirt and grime'll fade,
I'm stained on the inside.

I ain't never been so nervous,
As I am when I see you.
Ain't no naturalness, No closeness,
As when I am with you.
So if you let me in lady,
We just gotta have the truth.

So if I make it out of bed today,
Then it's gonna be a good day.

These tears that I been crying,
Rough and tumble tears.
These tears that I been crying,
They all cause all of my fears.
Cause your the thing that I want lady.
And I ain't got no more strength for fear.

So if I make it out of bed today,
Then it's gonna be a good day.

Unconcerned

I am inspired.
In the hand I was dealt.
Dealt so much,
And so much dealt back.
Give me a hammer and some nails,
And I'll make worlds stack.
But everything I've tossed away,
I've donated to the wolves.
They growl and devour,
Whats spiritual and good.
Such is, Such is the banter of our world.
Some things, Some things are made for this world.
Those things, Those things will thus gain dust.
Dust is, Dust is, Dust is - Just dust.

But my love for thee
Can in no ways be forgotten.
It burns so strong,
Impetus for all I've gotten.
Gotten strength, and the weakness I've forgotten.
I took the knife of love to my soul,
And tore out seven pounds of rotten.
So I've fought with my fists,
And I've fought with my words.
I've lost both times,
Independent of all my courage.
Independent of all my strength,
Quickness, and intelligence.
Cause when you fight all you do is
Get tired,
And I've been sick of it.
So I turn around,
And I turn the other cheek.
Bootstrap myself,
With all the love that's been begotten.
Survive on a ray of light,
That's what I had sought and,
Survived on a ray of light,
That's how I'm walking.

Yet as I whittle, whittle,
And whistle while I work.
I slip and cut my finger,
And bleed out onto creation.
These blood tinged skies,
So pretty in desolation,
The light bleeds I,
Don't know my constellations.
And can't tell you north from south,
Or south from north.
All I know is where the sun rises,
Is where my prayers set their course.
The truth in this discourse,
You can never know where your ship arrives,
You can only set your sails,
And make prayers your cries.
So I've cried so many nights,
About how I've done the wrong.
But I forgot those nights,
Where my heart was so strong,
And my words so eloquent,
I could have never been the author.
Truth is,
I know that Gods my sponsor.
So I keep making my own path,
Through this frozen desolation.
Set bonfires along the way,
To bring heat and thus elation
To the peoples of the worlds.
All their love gives me courage.
To be the man I am,
Cause what I am,
Is to share all I've learned.