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SOUL 2 ASI

I’m a living anomaly

Possibly due to my curious construct & psychology

That I control and navigate others consciously

I live my life with purpose to uplift through service

A purposeful pariah seeking to move higher as an outlier

Syllabic supplier syllabicating

While navigating the matrix elaborate labyrinth

And have since, the day my GOD chose to disclose 'HIS' absence

So, I have a little psychological & logical detachment

Forever seeking intellectual and spiritual enhancement

Through drooling pools of lyrics of advancement

So I come off as bothersome and as human harassment

But it’s just a habit, a piece scattered in fragments

Yet it’s offered as a personal laxative and relaxant

More than ASI, I am perpetual yet transient in my advancement

And through the mystical maze I'm never phased as a com...

NIGH

THE END IS NIGH

PERPLEXED IS I

TOTALLY VEXED IN I

I SURPRESS MY CRY

COMPRESSED MY VIBE

USING MY DIALECT & INTELLECT

TO RESURRECT THAT WHICH DIED

TOO MANY THINGS ONCE WENT OVER ME

BUT THIS IS NOW SOBER ME

A BIT ANXIOUS, MAYBE A TAD BIT OVERLY

MOROSE, MELANCHOLIC & BLUE LIKE GROVER BE

AND THOUGH I CHOSE TO PROVOKE

THE IGNOBLE FOLK GLOBALLY

I EVOKE EMOTIONAL SOULS OF HIGHS AND LOW LOCALLY

AND I DISCLOSE TO FRIEND AND FOE OPENLY

AND THOUGH I HAVE NO FOES SUPPOSEDLY

SOME CHOSE TO PICK, PROD AND PROVOKE ME SOCIALLY

AND THROUGH PROBITY, I AROSE FROM GODS OVARY

AND SO I WAS CHOSEN TO OVERSEE NOBLE SPEAK

SO GAIAS GROCERY

HELPED CREATE IN ME WHAT A SOLDIER BE TOTALLY

AND I KNOW I COMPROSE PROSE DISCLOSED IRREVOCABLY

I HOLD MY OWN SOUL WOEFULLY

IN HOPES I A...

IGNOBLE FOES (unfinished thoughts)

I was uplifted, when I was gifted then grafted

To holographic quite graphic grammatics

As my superimposed prose of seraphic syllabics

Are more than abhorred semantics

Which are so dramatic, ‘cause I map it

Then grab the tablet to take a stab at it

Like placing a marker on an atlas

To choose my topographic demographic

Across the geographic, plane and its polar axis magnet

Thoughts sporadic, sometimes erratic yet dynamic

I’m quite manic

DEPRESSED, yet we press

Until there’s nothing seen but magic

From my perpetual intellectual attic

‘Cause its obvious, Im an anomalous grammatic...

SYLLABICATED SYLLABUS

As a demiurge of verse

I convert my hurt

As I've learned to serve

In life I was burned

And I earned to swerve

With words that curve

Like a berserk nerd so curt

Yet verbose in prose

 I've composed flows

That work In a steady level

Never disheveled

And my words of hurt concur

To never slur

Or become verbally absurd

Cause I've learned

To not believe in

Words  deceiving while receiving

And heard from the herd

And in half what's seen

Even the obscene

Might come clean

Just might reverse their curse

And convert to serve

So as an illegal regal serf

In the shadows of plateaus I lurk

Sad and disturbed

As the wicked perp

Seeks to curtail and usurp

But change can occur

Like a nihilistic jerk

To a caustic holistic herb

Never tossed a sadis...

Street Sage

I was once an uncouth youth

That grew and emerged a demiurge

With the urge to verbally splurge

So I would choose to peruse the truth route

And assume a crew that would accrue proof

Because I knew as the winds blew

Id have to find a way to brew and slay as I slew through

Don’t try to misconstrue what this crude dude would do

Because I sought to be true

And so I flew through the nest of the cuckoo

Then morning dew became what was due

I then knew, a pair of testicular grew anew

And as I’d continue to fly on high Id still confuse brutes

And even defuse fools that I slew in truth

In which I’d include too, no excuse to be hidden and cooped

And so I emerged a revolutionary street troop to salute

With no ego ballooned in various colors and hues

I learned to discern and consume cues from an abused sleuth...

WAR IN ME

THERE IS MORE TO ME
THAN A WAR IN ME, METAPHORICALLY
BABYLON THOUGHT SHE WAS WHORING ME
BUT SHE’S THE WHORE THAT I ABHOR ACCORDINGLY
I MAKE SURE TO OFFER THE ALLURE OF THE PURE HISTORICALLY
BUT FOUND THERE IS MORE THAN 33, BY MORE THAN 4 DEGREES
SO I SUBDUE FOOLS THROUGH WHAT I SPEW CAUSTICALLY
‘CAUSE ITS BEEN COSTING ME, MORALLY
AND ITS A BORE TO WATCH THE WORLD BURN HORRIBLY
SO I RUN THE COURSE IN DISCOURSE OF COURSE AS I APPALL THEM ALL AWFULLY
AS ITS MY PRIORITY TO OFFER MORE OF ME TO THE WORLD AUTHORITY
NOW I WOULDN’T DO SUCH A THING, NORMALLY
BUT I’VE ALREADY INTRODUCED MYSELF FORMALLY
YOU MET THE FORMER ME, ABNORMALLY
THE ONE SEEN IN SCENES UNLAWFULLY
SOUL DYSMORPHIA, AS I SAW MYSELF ABNORMALLY
NOW I WALK WITHIN CHALK CAUTIOUSLY YET ORDERLY
AS I REACHED A POINT OF SENIORITY AS A MINORITY
I WENT TO LOVING SELF AS A CHILD OF GO...

PERPLEXED WITH AND WISH TO EXIT THIS NEXUS

My spirit’s been feeling restless

Hence I’m rebellious and kind of contentious

But I didn’t invent this

I’m just highly protective and not one to contend with

Cause I’ve been stuck in the trenches

Not one that sits idly by on the benches

Now Im feeling defensive and I object it, yes THEIR objective

I KNOW there are those in shadows forcing plateaus – whom are feeling defenseless

I’m hoping to awaken those souls, so inattentive

Seems AS IF the populace is more than well rested

SEDATED, I hate it because misdirection is their incentive

Now I sit in the trenches with the fleshless that loathe & detest this

That’s WITH WHOM I’m left with

Guess that’s the consensus, and I’m tempted

To be relentless to the wenches with a death wish – I’m feeling breathless

I...

SYNAPTIC STORM

I’m under the weather

Yes, I’m feeling the reign (rain)

A pro with pain

Flowing propane

I KNOW loss, but I too know gain

Could this possibly be another verbose strain

Going comatose due to this follicular adenoma dose

Blowing back the fume of plume from whence the smoke came

I never knew nor do I seek to know fame

Especially in a world that’s made their pastime - Cocaine

Simple observation of the odd serf nation

Is I’d rather be living an average life of madness

Than to exist with uncontrolled bone pain

Oppose prose from a bloody nose stain

Stuck on this slow train, it denotes grain

And I’ve made it my soul (sole) aim

To have spoke flame

While I inadvertently quote GAME

Living a shattered reality

Where all I see and smell is smoke HAZE

Ive had too many b...

SOUGHT FOR

Seeking sequels of eventuality / There’s a kind of hilarity

As the population dwindles / Into a satirical polarity

Because the hidden ventriloquists / Spewing hate through modern day lyricists

I’m seen as the obscene Socrates /  that secretes secrets of societies

Drunk in sobriety from their notoriety / Continuously trying me

While bribing the divine in me / Has coerced THIS person

To disperse verses, that’ll burn churches / And as the worlds hurt worsens

This ancient scribe must describe why we vie / Against many lies that try

To create catastrophic calamity & tragedy / While encompassing humanity

The wicked & dastardly utilizing violent solidarity / To bring about forced charity

Fallacious deeds of the philanthropic / This Gnostics tri-optic has not forgotten

That we’ve been begotten and have gotten seeds / From the anomalous GOD in ...

Incoherent Bodacious Babel

It was once said to me

That I have a broken identity

And was then given some Methamphetamine

Which slowly became a best friend to me

Now watch as I converse it hurts

Sit here to disperse curt words much worse

Because the person I love most is an enemy

And I don’t pretend to be, a friendly entity

But none have accepted me

Because I'm unacceptably a man of expressive empathy

To hell with the pleasantry, it's a damn felony

Because I know what jealous be, as many are drenched in jealousy

So I emerged a beautifully dressed effigy presently

Yes, the best pedigree

And I must confess Ive been blessed with creative zealotry

As the many parts of my heart serve words of hurt incessantly

But my cognitive sentience be, another kind of weaponry

While I commune with fools through looseleaf tools endlessly