Beyond greetings.

Found when you least expect it 

ready to make you a hypocrite 

that you never quit

whether you lie or sit it'll make you commit

common sense to outwit

but it'll always make you submit.

A common breath

that'll leave you bereft

 

say hi to death

for he never left.

 

Weighed, measured and found wanting.

 Stop thinking, keep drinking

just pass the bell like ring a ding a ling

so call for a fling, holla back the future they bring.

 

Short sight the delight

to short sight the height

the far sight of their flight 

towards shortsighted far off dogfights.

 

The good die young a mental defeat

not a physical body rested beneath feet

for how long will selfish happiness take a backseat

when social approval is measured in the meat to greet

how long will love stay rich when hearts keeps a hold of the receipts

when the streets see the repeat as a synonym for complete

and treat, trick or treat as a literal excuse to wear bed sheets.

Societal pressure tells the story of their leisure 

see x marks the spot of what is treasured

so what's your pleasure

how far will you go to see that its measured.

 

 

 

 

Karma arrives too late to help some.

"Soul mate"(saying they love them, but) came too soon while arriving late

trying to fit the sole in the glass slipper, so lube up the fragile skates

baby oil with a dose of fate to go down to the ball and fellate 

wet lips like Baby, One time, no hate

just speak in silence when bragging about jailbaits

keep away from others like their videotapes

witnesses speak in riddles while they patiently wait

so diddle around with prison mates the out and inmates

fuck it its all hate, when you celebrate the celebrity traits 

so the dick takes can dictate and deflate the upcoming death rates

how the fuck can you tread the social world that they create

cheapskate wannabes begging online while inflating the birthrate

awaiting the gold digging minors that gyrate so they can fixate 

and boohoo that the inseminates are forever attached to their nameplate.

 

Another 'legend' falls to the incarcerated back gate bullies to berate and castrate

these kiddie fucking 'higher class'mates.

  

 

 

un-Known

 Everlastingly forecasting heavy raining clouds

of roundabout ways to spiral down

under the canopy branching out, as the wind barks all around

with the impression of fearful hounds

a soaking wet body upon hallowed ground

marks a soul that's freshly drowned without a sound.

Just atmospheric noise of depressing renown.

Art imitates life. (The restoration project.)

 Carved in two

into a breathless view

of where a timed artist drew

with a lovingly lively hue

of souls entwined onto a debut

and a black border that reads deja vu

a spellbinding place that resonates through

of where picturesque hearts grew

to shade the question of what all minds knew

a framed blank canvas entitled, who?

For all to witness a masterpiece, drawn by you

perfectly sliced into two.

Fuck fame.

Come on let the beat drop on the money and hoes that follow your name

speak on slaying the pussy, bitches it's all part of the fame

then have daughters and "kill any man that treat her the same" 

flabbergast that they fall victim to the same pain 

as they claim your the one to blame

because you were too scared to change the game

Laugh at the sidelines for having a brain 

for not coming near because of the past players that came 

when it rains it pours when running a train

so train the thoughts not to fall down those drains

for the beauty of life runs in the veins

not reflections in mirrors, that have grown too vain 

If only fame had the balls to change the game

maybe the distance,dissidence, wouldn't be all that remains.