Too many times I've cried
piercing droplets
Stabbing hobbits lurking
in the murky depths
Of conscious without a clue I
continue to spew chunks of
MC lunch on the
crowds
Of paper that gather at
the base of my pen
Grab the forbidden fruit and taste it again
Hug the tree of life twice so in a sense am
I embracing sin?
Waiting in the waters of a
wasted emotion
Encased in a token I place
on a pedestal
Receiving standing ovation from mezzanine
To the vestibule in the
balcony next to you
Heckling life for a price, beckoning grace to chase down
shadows to be boxed and shipped to consumers
Rest my head on pillows, defumigate the spread of rumors,
a virus of the highest form
Infect the social mainframe, life and death,
the parallel states of exist but lack the same name
Do I have to metamorph my
identity to change things?
But those that stay sane are inferior
Ironic like dissension on the elevators,
with verbs and nouns and sounds
I'm an interior decorator of landscape,
while you people are just fish that can't swim
Drowning in rhymes like
I can't swim
Drowning in rhymes late
Too many times I bluffed my ideas
Too many times I let down my shield
Too many times I fell from this tree
Not knowing what was under me
and just crushed an emcee
Too many times I went towards the light
Too many times I destroyed the mic
Too many times my life has been open
But I couldn't be seen until
the stained glass is
Too many times I've wilded in
the absence of direction
Stuck at the crossroad intersection compet
ing with my reflection for sanity
Up to my nose in frozen vanity chipping
away at stone vultures
Melting ice sculptures down
to puddles in which I
Splish splash icons till they're
dripping with verbiage
Subtle anarchy resorts in the
capsize of the yacht
Floating atop the liquidated plot
of life's screenplay
Search the stack of needles
for one strand of hay
For this my person last week,
just to expand today
You're too lewd to
be dragonflying at my altitude
So look to land today
The forest of forgetfulness has ample
space for thought to scape
Beautiful arrangements of scenery
encompassing the mind frame
Trapped in a picture game,
leaving rhyme crumbs to find things
Smack sand with five finger
s till time stings
Calm in the zone and my
thoughts thrown to find a king
I calm the zone and my thoughts
thrown to find a king
Too many times I cloaked my ideals
Too many times I let down my shield
Too many times I fell from this tree
Not knowing what was under me
and just crushed in them seams
Too many times I went towards the light
Too many times I destroyed the mic
Too many times my life has been open
But I couldn't be seen
until the stained glass
Too many times I've walked this
continuous staircase alone
Wandering the topless abyss
to find something
Wind's blow attempting to topple the skyscraper I
built upon this foundation of beads of sweat
Killing myself to live with
microphone purpose
Talking to a hologram image
within a half -empty
Pandora's box
Afraid to open and let loose the angelic
demon it encompasses
Haunted with the need to discover the
brilliance held by the iron fist I rule with
An orthocentric force draws my
perspective closer to knowledge
While the agnostic pilgrimage to my
mind's mecca enlightens me
Further and further and
further along I walk
As the bare feet are cut by these thorns
infecting the ground of this path
Further and further along I hope direction
will find home in my city of ideas
Further and further and further along I listen
for my name to be yelled with
the blare of the trumpet
calling me to end these too many times
I'll wait for that trumpet to call me
to end these too many times
these too many times
too many times I cloaked my ideals
too many times I let down my shield
too many times I fell from this tree
not knowing what was under me
and just crushed an emcee
too many times I went towards the light
too many times I destroyed the mic
Too many times my life has been open,
but I couldn't be seen until the stained glass was broken.
