Philosophistication

#Philosophistication Toothbrush and teaspoons; simplicity is a weird ruin! Decorate my skull with pottery and flowery; mind now a pulpit, I've tried pulling most from the deep pit, I'm sipping on old wells searching for ancient bliss, old and drunk on history, drunk on a search of a story while I gag on ink, I've failed to think, in love and on the brink of comical insanity, it's a bracketed eternity, emotions are lit up, meaning my darkness is lunging within shadows, I'm knitting rainbows with a queen, I'm healing mindsets with delightness, the Northern lights encompass my heart's shell, the notoriety of my entirety has become mere mockery of my past's messages. Had darkness become my sage? Who worshipped who? The page or the Man, the pen or the word, served from the fall, called back to the upward North, in mirrors I can see my faults, cultic thoughts, the shadow grows to terrorize it's kin, bent spleen and the conjuring manifests; Sist...

#Philosophistication   Pinpoint pointless lessons while  expressing through a broken sentence, imprison me in your heads; unreasonable sentence, maybe all is senseless, I sense less and feel immense waves when the world panics after a pandemic depraves most of breath, break hands after penning plot twists; my wrist bleeds, no suicidal deeds, commit homicide when I decide to use insecticides to write my lines, bunch of cocks roaching about what and who sounds better when they write, it's an infanticide when most fantasize to write like I, advise the next expressive  bloodlines; I've been more bloody with my lines; harvesting ink from arteries of dead scribes, demanding syntax from the sight of watching rejects injecting heroin in capillaries, its anarchy; true art is fallacy, I'm the mockery of old clowns who twisted philosophies with syllables and closed clauses, poke the napping Wordsworth, watch words gaining worth, losing patience, selling my pages to be bu...

#Philosophistication Super Sanity?!!! Villains carry many forms. Villains arche-typing with brute force. <Narrator> He tried to write and the pen sprung, the pun not intended struck someone's mind, the prose was a rose in a garden of poetic plants, the poem too long to be a sonnet was read by a bunch, the creation of ego be-gun, the trigger slung his mind to be set amongst set lights, readers became mice searching for cheesy writes, his skull grew large, he could not see through the sea of his volatile silence, thoughts imprisoned in brackets, imagination a stance for literary sanitation, substance became a sad depressing part of their lines, none knew how to dance with curves of their cursive, so he became the villain; the chief governing the new regime of blissful depth, time had come for him to be felt, to be shelved, to be paged, to be heard, and also to be dead... Then he split to bring back the gist; Pennyfool and Margites ; old man deceased, new men relea...

#Philosophistication Feel free to follow me, I walk as I bleed, arrow in my neck, my trail is a bloody pathway, its a subway of the right way, I sway side to side, I glide to fate while I fade away, consciousness endangered, I'm a light feather in a darkened space, let's call a spade a spade; I'm hypnotic with my substance, different stance; I'm an African Amenhotep, rodent infiltrating the Dead's highway, meet the highness with a sober head, no need for slumber to reach the lion or the lioness, new Elijah I'm awaiting the chariots, while the worldly elements are rioting and some are sprinkling heroin on bread crumbs during eucharist, not Icarus I'm not trying to enlighten self until I burn my own divine shell, sugar coated being; burnt sweet thing, dark nectar, this skin is the true sweetness, meerkat madness; I'm seeing through the highlands, highest space not mountain landscapes, I've escaped the land logic, I'm the new library of ...

#Philosophistication  Blissful Oblivion Out of my mind, out of my mind. In a box cuddled by the dark, follow the stream of consciousness, ride the ark, follow the waves to wherever the promised land we shall reside, embark to a place where hellhounds are meant to bark, flash my pages into a drainage pipe. Aging lumps of sentient dust,  I've grown too frail and too odd to analyze the grains of your grime, to marvel at your form when it rains and you become mud, I've been a  child dancing around the anthill, toenails inhabiting your filth, you've seen the path I walked...from a plain sight, the wailings you heard through the perspective walls, through the words you heard my bones and joints coil, cover me with tinfoil, the life I give words needs to ooze less, I've been  sighing out forms, I've been creating Frankensteins through verbal gore, god or peasant of lore, destroyer of laws, Friedrich Nietzsche deformed, Sigmund Freud facing symptoms of libido lo...

#Philosophistication Weather forecast, whether we're outcasts, vultures or locusts feeding on societal outcries, cultures spiral and yet we keep the motion, the mantras, we're martyrs, crucified for wordplays and rhyme stunts, we busk in sunlight, enlight the dark, float the ark, peel the bark, the tree trunk our canvas, write with larva, when our larvae forgets how to follow timelines, we trim time, mohawk, it's more walks to the back of our minds, it's Sodom, it's the head aches, after the swallowing is foretold, we form thoughts, scratch pots until a symphony forms, we dangle from shoe strings, deities trip on our Jordan sea, in instances we're entities with identities spiralling, gods and man: carrying anuses, abusing fiends, we claim to live, spit out the green leaf, we're underpaid mercenaries, teaching peasants the art of crafting philosophies and indepth dichotomies, God's autopsy, it's a taboo lobotomy, go on your knees, flip flo...