The Sickness

Brought together as one; even stronger than kismet; It keeps me up all through the night I call it my sickness. No cough syrup or man made medicine at this point can cure me; when I am laid down to rest as ash my sickness will still endure me. Cold sweats hot flashes are my normal temperature; I dare a moral man to be consumed and begin to venture ; into MY sickness each time I spit I cough up and see; I've painted a new adventure or rather a " before its time” genealogical oddity. Disgusting what I have; discussing each time the pad, meets the pen the masses confer I am truly sick within. My body shiver and shakes at the sick things I contemplate and when I put my thoughts articulately together my brain power annihilates; any confusion or absurd reason the weak minded disillusion, I am sick and I need help, I've been diagnosed  a subliminal brain contusion. Perceptions of inceptions is how my sickness first flows, neglections of infections is how my sickness incessantly grows. We are symbiont we need each other we are one in the same, at an early age I felt the difference when my sickness first came. Some may stop and wonder what in the HELL makes me think I am so sick? Both the Devil and The Grim Reaper visited the world of the living just to tell me I kill it. So sick with my talent so naturally I’m the illest, card counting these other writers so when they comes to play I deals it.

I once saw a vision...in Japanese

A slanted beauty only a keen eye may observe its splendor. A darkness so radiantly ravishing, many succumb to her hypnotic gaze...everlasting...evermore... ever stunning. Not unscathed, coarse to the exterior touch...inferiors fall...mysterious much. Its interior guarded but ready and willing... so chilling may fear unconquerable. A Tsunami so powerful hidden deep within is the mysticism of a Mayan grace. To follow the sonnet of stars across this place is but a mere dream...longing to combust of hope and expire a triumph. I have saw... I  have seen.. I still watch...

Broken Atlas

I have lost my way; my compass has darkened as self doubt begins to encompass me about, until once more I am thrust through a fine needle point with its inevitable direction to the deepest of south. Lachrymose thoughts seem to linger as a whole only halved by vicious reality…That the burden of impending greatness was a burden within itself and has all but decimated me. Rocks, ash, dust, air, I envy them for their fate is defined, My heart, my soul, my thoughts, my words, were supposed to be the greatest of the divines, to crumble into nothingness, into the man that time as forgot and left behind. Two legs I stood upon with the world at my beck and call; one leg gave out as I began to circum to the mercy of it all…. The rants, the raves, the roars of the crowds awaiting the next time I spoke, only to be petrified…not them but me; for I could not live up to that hope. Now with the world on my shoulders one knee I stand upon I beg for no more…Only for father chronos to laugh as time erodes away; my grasp not far enough; I sink lower…earth on my back face to the floor, faced to adore the marvel of the simplicity of my neighboring dust, live for nothing, be of nothing, I wish this upon me….The dust rises and personifies… And fills laugher within the air... the rocks tremble the ash rises for they all know...with my greatness... I can never. .ever... Be there…

Thought of the week --------------> Obligatory

In opinion, relationships and Roman Catholicism maybe one in the same. For many, they can be categorized into three realms… The first seems like the eternal bliss two people share that is only momentarily interrupted by the affectionate kisses shared. The bliss of being able to get lost in anothers soul by simply looking through their eyes is only outdone by the very thought of the endless possibility… Next is purgatory. Here, moments that have given us that great quintessential feeling, now seem mundane. That spark is not quite out BUT it has dimmed... That perpetual happiness now is being sporadically feed to us via IV. This realm isn’t necessarily bad; there are some good moments when nostalgia hits us. With each sporadic inculcation we are waiting for that next great fix... Unfortunately many enter may the realm so few are able to leave unscathed. They agony we are in is almost too painful to bear… We hope and pray Hades has left the gate unlocked so we may have a chance to live again…breath again…feel again…love again...These realms are most common and well know but there is another that is well known by all BUT its name has been stricken from books and forbid to be uttered…this is Obligatory. Obligatory is the obligation to… Many have fell or been a victim of this realm at one time or another. We feel obligated to stay when we know in our heart of hearts it is time to leave… We feel obligated to do things with this one because we have done it with the past one that was more deserving. We feel obligated to love even though we know that the love that is being share is requited. Of the many thing things that we are obligated to do, think, say, and feel, the worse is our obligation to our obligation. What keeps us there may be the simplest of all answers… No matter how complex the situation of how complex the explanation the one thing that has kept people there for eons and will keep many more there for millennia to come is…US

Doomed love

Down this road before he’s been…only this time he is the passenger along for the ride..

So near to the brink of insanity does he love her, only from afar can he have her…

The closeness they share only comes along once in a lifetime, yet in secrecy only can their love blossom...

Brought together by circumstance and fate a spark began, a flame soon grew, then the wildfire of passion and desire quickly spread…

In their wrongness lives an untested love, a misguided glee, unstable emotions, and an unproven happiness that they revel in…

As he brings her closer and closer to his very soul, they float further and further into the fallacy of their miraged reality

When dawn turns to dusk she returns to him… not him but Him….

Once more she takes a part of him when she leaves, only to return with it so the cycle can begin once more…

Time is of the essence for they know not when it will expire…or do they? Thought her body may belong to another...Her heart belongs to him... As ying and yang eternally dance this sad song is forever played... She is his greatest Pain… and his greatest Joy….

How I ponder...My Death...

Why do I ponder my death...when I have so much life left?

Do I want to die behind enemy LINES for LIES by a country I feel most times isn't MINE? Dodging MINES...while still dodging ignorant MINDS...Spilling  blood for what Uncle Sam says is...MINES?

Do I want to die on the corner for DIMES, while chasing DIMES while dropping some hot RHYMES while fiends feel my hot LINES until I get on and SHINE? Then in my PRIME, they give me rounds of applause and CLAP ME, grassy knoll status I'm face up in all black I'm  unfunnly DAFFY, to be remembered for all times...

Do I want to go out like Che Guevara LIBERATING, while a governments sits DELIBERATING, I pick up my AK and spray rounds of Freedom... EXHILARATING, I see freedom's enemies crumble FASCISM bang bang DEBILITATED until the sniper hits me with the fatal shot and the man above me is DEFIBRILLATING..but to no use. I already gave my heart. So when they crack open my chest its empty. It physically manifested itself for my HEART to thee START....meaning? It was the SPARK.

Do I want to be killed today as a nobody...singular. My thoughts never known perpetually at home. OR ASSASSINATED as a SOMEBODY so when die I had people who felt me....I live on because I got BODIES....So when you think I'm gone?? YOU still have to deal with my CARBON COPIES. They REPLICATE then in turn EMANCIPATE so 1000 years down YOUR lines MY name lives on as...THE GREAT


Why do I ponder about my death when I have so much life left? I came to the conclusion...The more in depth that I go, The more improvement that  I show.....My pen will constantly flow...Beyond the existence of man.. I AM the Pen in GODS RIGHT HAND......