stark birch
It’s been a long time since braided hair,
These ties would reprise the dated death.
My last breath will state I am elated last,
Way past the prime of time;
My mind combined with th’thin pageless script.
Equaliser’n full swing to fill the white.
Emptier voids beat and clank – claim Dilla time.
Say is it time to repay with a dime?
Time is money and yet infinity reigns sublime,
Panes to shine death through rekindled fires.
Exclaim the next state of mind be of rhyme.
Please advise yourself to sit back, recline,
Relax, rewind, keep track –
each line is packed with eyes to pack design
intact as batches of rap-styled punches uppercut the mind.
Love pens to the ballpoint.
Bouncing the court until a quart’f time is poured.
Papers liquified then translated to vapourized
moments – my poems are signals t’skies.
Pinpoint a rhyme and the reason will reveal itself.
I will bleed in spectrums.
Frequencies ‘llocate shallow sections.
Relocate to quieter buzzes in the area,
Lightheaded these days; it’s hysteria
how scarier these fleeting days wreck themselves.
Denser tungsten lungs breathe’n carbon,
Exhale the frail tales from forgotten dungeons.
I’m artistic to nitpick which snippet works well.
Beat the dictionary until every word swells,
Then leak the blend t’speak my free mind unapprehend’d.
I speak from the destructive mind,
as I scream to the masses – Alls My Life!
