Meta⁴…

OK…
My existence,
Is a meta⁴,
For;
Every other,
Mother fucker,
On this Earth,
That’s;
Not quite sure,
Bout’ the,
Waves or war,
&;
Riptides in store.
Pull the flashlight,
From;
Out the drawer,
To shine on,
Yeah…
To shine on,
My impurities…
Demons;
In the form of,
My insecurities…
I need a hero like,
Hercules…
Either that or,
Will someone pull,
The curtains please..?
……
In due time will come,
Whether now,
Or when sundown done.
Miles & miles; So agile,
My mind is on the run.
Just wanna,
Smile for a while &,
Have some fun,
But;
Depression had me,
Weighing tons.
Invested spiritually,
Cause’ I;
Don’t really trust funds.



Pardon me,
But;
I’mma bout’ to,
Transcend.
I’ll take every piece,
That the universe,
Will expend.
I put;
Truth & falsified reality,
On the dividend.
I’ve relived this outcome,
Again & again,
Damnit… It never ends.
Broken from the bends,
Looking at life,
Through a cracked lens,
Hoping it’ll remend,
Like magic.
With disappointment,
Soo tragic,
I’ll tailor the fabric,
Into;
Success as a habit.
Dream & believe &,
You shall achieve,
That life of lavish.
It may not come as,
Quick as the rabbit,
But;
What ever ends well,
For those,
With a selfish need,
To have it?
……
I think;
I feel too much…
I feel;
I think too much…
Dwelling;
On things n’ such…
I feel;
I’m slightly outta touch…
I feel;
I’m fallin’ outta clutch…
I think;
My thoughts won’t hush…
Cause’;
They always rush…
Excuses;
Yeah that’s my crutch…
That’s my crutch…



I think;
I feel too much…
I feel;
I think too much…
Dwelling;
On things n’ such…
I feel;
I’m slightly outta touch…
I feel;
I’m fallin’ outta clutch…
I think;
My thoughts won’t hush…
Cause’;
They always rush…
Excuses;
Yeah that’s my crutch…
That’s my crutch…

Outer – Body,
Lost;
In the meta physical,
Floatin’ away,
At slowed intervals,
Spiritually invisible.
Every;
Encounter I have,
Takes it’s toll,
Scattered pieces,
Of;
The universe fills,
Me whole.
Combustin’ like coal,
Into;
Something beautiful.
With;
Many dimensions though,
One;
Might never know,
Or;
For that matter,
Ever show.
So tell me then,
How’s this gonna go?
So tell me then,
How you gonna grow,
From this?
Searching;
Forever in the abyss,
For eternal bliss.
Give me;
A metaphoric kiss,
&;
I’ll promise you this.
I’ll find my way through,
This hazey seirra mist,
Love drunk on whisk,
You bet;
I be feelin’ myself,
Like frisk.
Tired of getting,
Played like a disc.
Never thought about,
The risks;
Damn ain’t consequence,
A bitch??
But what doesn’t destroy you,
Makes your spirit rich.
……
Onna new plane,
Somewhere,
Buried in my brain.
Onna new wave,
Riding it;
Way outta frame.
Onna new sound,
Tryna’;
Be something,
Profound.
Onna rebound,
Coming full circle,
Back on my way,
Around.
Thoughts pitchin’,
From off the mound.
Far beyond the stars,
I’mma long ways,
From off the ground.

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