Love these shaking hands
They are made to write
But, hands betray me
Love the self that writes
We’re on the same page
But, I hate you still
Love how openly you incense me
You're ignition for who I am
But, the burn feels so good
Love how spirits burn the throat
It releases words of loathing
But, djins won’t go in bottles
Love my thirst for dopamine
It connects my hard wiring
But, axons are hard to break
Love the ghost in the machine typing
It reveals what’s on my mind
But, reflections always fall short
Love my creative soul mirrored
It is a fragile blossom
But, I’m allergic to pollen
Love when there’s nothing to write
From nothing comes something
But something turns to nothing
Love these shaking paws anyway
Because love’s the hardest prose
But, its language is out of reach
Ok? Ok, love.
I’ll let you sit on my lap
But, you have sharp claws
Categories:
djins, addiction, betrayal, hate, irony,
Form: Free verse
I want to write something grand
I want to catch some fireflies
Without applauses or a band
Cage words in a jar for eyes
Consonants make a light show
String them with floating vowels
Words imprison djins, you know
Don't you dare throw in the towel
Every day fireflies search for me
Even in November when it's cold
They like words want me to see
I can't without wine and be bold
Are fireflies for a show and tell?
Woolfs without a howling pack
Damned insects are caught pell mell
Glowing words buzz in my sack
To feel crows captured by Gogh
I want God to say well done
Anything but Him saying, So?
Chasing fireflies should be fun
I coax myself onto the stage
The greats did it, why can't I?
Without claps, they fill the page
They lift a glass for fireflies to lie
Vowels in a jar should be grand
But, I've lost how to be a child
Delighted only by God's band
I suffocate fireflies ever wild
Categories:
djins, appreciation, words,
Form: Rhyme
Apart from the world I will not love it
But I'll get along with all my buddys
She's like my glock
Please dont cross that line
Metals all I know homie metals all I got
I'm swell with the rumors
I'm swell with the Cops
I've been in that hotzone
and I twist their minds into mofockin knots
It's amazing I'm even still alive
It sure is crazy Babys still sticking by side
She likes my style, she's really digging my vibe
I'm blessed by the Best and I'm coming in his power
Some think its majic nah they just be messing with a Master
My energies my treasures,
My Power extends into the universal resivoirs
Capacities your mind cant measure
Im hot as Djins rise from the desert
Cold when it comes to giving my enemies pleasure
Sit still as I hit you with a brick of gold thats this birds feathers
Like simease twins they survived the surgery they survived the weather
but still sometimes they like to get their heads together
Categories:
djins, april,
Form: Crystalline
Four hours till the drop time is standing still
As I mentally prepare myself gotta watch for the cops
I hear the spirit still
Baby we could be like the fox and the hound
Because let's be honest it's no fun playing with yourself
Baby no hard feelings I wish you well
I ain't got a red hand to be caught
Let me fly or give me death
Feel the ripples echo through your heart
Hia-chop! I caught you through trickery
Initially, your heart beats on this side of the mysterious
Positionally, the Lord still Loves me uncoditionally
Cherry Terror Blanco Vendetta
I evolve Orange Cinderella
As planets revolve Djins suffer disadvantages
I'm an Apache man
You better study close the dynamics involved
I'm bigger than ballistic test in a field exam
I come in Cannons!
I'm facing giants, demons the size of dinosaurs
there goes a T-Rex and a Terror Taurus
And I'm the asteroid headed for their ass
Welcome to my paradigm
As I take you on a stroll through paradise
Where survival is a picnic of 51 ideas
I was thinking maybe we could get our heads together on some night
Because 2 swords are better than 1
Don't you think that is right?
Categories:
djins, storm, symbolism, technology,
Form: Free verse