"Catching flights not feelings"
means I haven't ran across the rarity to marry on. Goin through customs with customized carry-ons. Puttin on for the IE streets that I'm barely on.
Gone like a vagabond.
And wont text or call anyone thats sad I'm gone.
Your whole audacity is to challenge my neural activity.
Being flexible with pens expands my neuroplasticity.
I first thought like a black city,
unbroken but cracked in the rhadsody.
Acted like the rich destiny was attached to me
so I pursued it like every big ass with a smile that flashed at me, pretty.
Im from the IE, and still that gritty
and tough.
Travelled Perris to Paris in an instant homonym jump,
winning by the Arc de Triomphe;
happily spending euros in that city.
You make bout as much sense as Blizzard Beach.
I need me a tall bitch with little feet.
Not snake eyes and lizard teeth
Fine as fuck naturally with no wizardry.
Im the man of her dreams, she envisioned me.
I could never make a queen out of a busy bee.
That simpin isn't me. Check the rizz in me.
I produce for the whole clique, its the Rza me.
My résumé remains unblemished, visibly.
Steamed greens and steeped tea
is the sleep team. Less than one sheep seen.
For peace in my suite, it's sweeped clean.
The windows that weep, gleam.
Brings the vivid to the living, I keep scenes.
The freedom dont flee when I keep wings.
Even on green lights still look both ways
Cuz if theyre cuttin up, they doin more than close shaves.
Im homemade and wont stray from those ways.
Plenty dont make it home, its a pennant race go Braves.
A: Mario, a masterful mixture of masochist & massage therapist.
I mourn for the missing, murdered,
martyred, & marrIEd.
I mask my insecurities with macho masulinity
& measure myself more than Napolean might.
I'm Mozart minus the manners & merit.
Im mistaken for Marquis, the military misfit.
The mediator to my mean spirit, my multiple.
My mirror-like mentor.
A mirage of the man I'm meant to mature into.
Every soulmate I barely claimed
loved when I came. Face full of February rain.
Their remains settled and marrIEd lames then
carrIEd babes with hereditary stains.
If the world was ending,
you'd come over, right?
Leave your under clothes at
home,
it is our only night.
Ill slip into that grip and let it
hold me tight.
You know that Ima kill it like
you owe me life.
So if the world was endin
and our doom became
impendin
would you do what's
recommended
and not move until we're
finished
and then we'll be in heaven
baby close your eyes.
But that is soulless.
The sole gift that a soul lives
leads to solace in what the sol is.
The scroll that told you to enroll
into the role of money making,
was scribed by the soul that sold his.
I might write for the one that I like like.
I'll flip for an old-school thrill- ExciteBike.
You be new exclusive, and it’s tight, right?
I'm tired of the right swipe. I want the wife type.
Psych.
Poems? No ma'am,
if you know him.
Aged and back on his old shit,
you might owe him.
The grays have grown in,
where we goin?
When I go in,
The world is shown in
a moment.
No "in", is a blip
for the close frIEnds.
Close turns to closed. End.
You. Them. And walls to come from behind.
Climb to rub the spine, hunt and find
the secrets on page with wond'ring eyes.
Soon tell the tale of climax once upon a time.
The type? Undefined. Sundry kinds.
Pique your peer's insightful ear for other signs.
Peek and peer, then decidedly some decline.
It's meant to be after you see lust and love entwine.
Tonight I will dream of a
woman I have not seen;
that I have written a poem
for.
Tomorrow, she will love the
man that she will never meet;
I am what I am known
for.
A multiverse hits different on instrumentals.
The same tempo.
Everyday day in the sun is how we pray to the same temple.
The slightest of differentials in the influential.
Youre mad as fuck at one injustice
and now enters the influenza.
They flew it in and used to injure
on the same plane that got chemtrails spewin up out the engine.
I knew before the beginnin.
Ill do it without the mentions.
This dimension.
At the age of wisdom but too young to begin dimentia.
I dont miss her energy.
And it didn't take long for
her scent to be gone.
I reminisce in dreams,
remember in sleep; her
soul's in the memory foam.
Eyein the routes and flyin you out.
Wont only call me Super, youre findin it out.
Hospitality like a guy in the south.
Gentleman, slimin you out.
5'10" without heels, Ill climb to yo mouth.
Im a monster, as defined by my mouth
Spinnin yo head high in the clouds
Into my rotation. You decide to be down
Really no lIE Im rhymin about
Dont be surprised by the count.
I wont blame you for slimin me out.
I got so much gratitude
for South African afternoons.
Up relaxin and glancin through
that passin moon.
Oh, thats the mood.
Like that last rendezvous
with her passion fruit.
No cares of the clothes you wear
or the mask you use.
More proactive moves
And less reaction to the programmin
you're attracted to.
She said, "They said it was two"
Damn.
So one was me and one was you.
Scared to tell me that, too
because
It's too late to undo.
I should have told her I WANT TO.
I didn't know it was destiny come true.
A twin for you, a twin for me.
It was meant to be. Sent to me.
God's plan works out eventually,
whether we're ready mentally
or conventionally.
A legacy unborn is now history.
