Stargazed I'm crippler cross faced
Keeping it live like that's what they all say
Wanna pray
Nothing safe they deranged
What is the matter
Well all matter that haunts space
Word? Like they mean what they all phrase
Blahze blah and all love is FairPlay
A pool of blood sees the day
Under the elements and then it starts hardening all ways
Temperament often lost in a hallway
Two eyes to take it in
The stage where it all plays
No need to fret? Why get lost in the inlays?
Off a beat outflowing is all rays
Too black for it all
Like the ink on a note page
Slipping back into old ways
It’s an accident-prone phase
A rose playing off the symbolism
The chance that it pricks Clicks
Supposing that someone’s picked them
Feeling it all
Like the mast to the winds
Such a time to be living
When it actually is
The weed could be better plus the grass could be greener
Our eyes up for stimulus, but could keener
If that was uninspired for a rhyme am I forgiven
Is that one but a Sign of the time that was’t written
What you wanting to see
Sewing seeds or deceit
What you wanting? to be?
So is he so is she
Needs not to be shot
To be caught
In the grease
Needs not to crops for the cause or the feast
Needs not identified
by the cross or police
Such a false start with our sauced inner peace
What you call is art? I mean there's sauce in a piece
Artists get portrayed then get lost in physique...Bodied
Finding traction
getting tossed in these weak bodies
Out of character as that one is appeased
Rounding out of narratives so that one is believed
Argue not the experience perceived
Hard or soft you’re not impervious to grief
Plots come to mind as insidious as these
Honest to design the oblivious are free
Hideous is fine unto hideous decrees

Want a star for these sparks but the periods are brief
In an idiot’s design
As I’m given the disease
A star for these sparks when delirium’s decreased
As the minimums decline
Or continue to repeat
A continuum of parts unforgiven of its deeds
A penny for its thoughts
Here’s a ribbon to its reeds