Lying silent
In a wheezing chest of words
Divining whirred messagings
Of a moth’s wings blurred
Paralysed beneath the duvet
Hearing his antenna morse
Rapid flapping mind verse
The country radio
Tuning from Earl Scruggs to beetles
Munching oak flecks
Blind above my head flesh
Creaks like floorboards
Spine is peeled
Breathes the walls
Listens to
A record playing
Whose scratch revolves in ragged time.
imma microphone killa gorilla, ballistic
you can try to come and get with me but only if your mystic
i work with grand wizards, lyrical lizards
we slithers into your body mind n soul
we puff bowls as we spew coals
hot no ashy words, catcha with a hip-hop curse
i spit one sick verse n you come down with the flu
its like h1n1 lyrical sick son
don't wanna mess with none, ill leave you dead from the barrel of my tongue
~Tanner Cox
A.K.A
~Profound
No friends, no enemies.
This one walks among an unforgiving people,
thinks about the fantasy they live in,
strays away from colorful pretending.
He crawls, retreats,
becomes a prinla being void of all emotion.
Empty on the inside, hollow to the knocking,
dug into the deepening hole far inside the memory.
Sad to see another one
forced to run away from
those sick imaginative predators,
throwing books at you.
Come on, speak.
Tell them how you don't feel anger,
how you only want peace.
I'm sure they'll stop and really listen.
They'll push, reject,
keep living they're blissful ignorance together,
happy knowing whatevers catchy,
and lost to the challenge of the process.
Sad to see another one
forced to run away from
those sick imaginative predators,
throwing stones at you.
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