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visions of 'isms refract tact like prisms produce fact like its jism spat tactics with wisdom outheld held, defend strife outskilled man, befriend mic from brain to pen and pen to pad strain your main vein 'till your conscienous is had.

mellow out my main man, you needa relax for just a sec everything here makes yah a bit perplexed is it because i simply wreck when it comes to spoken text? me? i knew that you i could easily best.   the crowd just aint diggin' your flow i elevate to a new plateau, apropos to mr. Thoreau to them, your just another john doe. i know, i know...it stings just a bit but you have to admit, if yah gonna keep throwin up verbal bricks, you better look into a building permit. as luck would have it, you had to face me but ill keep the burns to a tollerable degree such as 2nd, 3rds a little too serious please dont say another thing, your r

while caught in a downward tumble of emotional outpour, i often find it confusing that i cannt grasp the simple principals of life that ive come to understand. simple rules and ideas that improve the effinciency of my being.   that keep me running like a well-oiled machine and keep my vibes positive. the constant battle with my inner-self, that little voice deep down that always seems to voice its opinion when you never wanted it to... yeah you know him ALL TOO WELL, dont you?   he just never lets off, never "chills out", and never takes a 5. hes always on point, ready to interfere and interupt.   so lately ive given extra effort

clarity. i leave my mark with a double edged blade that cuts through the armor of resistance. the cohersion of words to make a soothing melody that rolls off my tounge with the persistance of a liberation army. i stand firm on my stance, but indeed, im a human.  and now my imperfection is showing more than ever before.  you see, i used to be able to bounce from topic to topic, from point to point and never lose sight of where it was heading.  i used to be able to close my eyes and visualize a calm peaceful meadow and hear nothing but the wind blowing thru the tall grass.  I USED to be able to just...stop. but now i've seemingly gotten

alright, so plain and simple:  i figured out how i'm completely doomed! nono, not in an overly bleak, stuck in a hole and cant find myself out type of way, but in an accepting, slanted face, chin rubbing mode. actually, the more i think about it, this doom could actually be healthy. seeming as it made me step back and go, alright....i can't change it can i? and so what if its happening all around me, im not destined and i can live with that. i just cant live in denial of it.  because for too long i was blinded by what i thought i was  supposed to do, and now that i got it out of my way, i can see for miles and miles and miles. so yeah

step into my office, have a seat, relax let me inform you of the choice in tracks not musically, but the flow of facts continually it hits; a planned attack bombardment! im your sergent! its urgent! insurgent, divergent, free thought emergent? HAH!  speak out, your washed like a detergent red flag up? i wave it with pride! shit, i aint got a damn thing to hide well, maybe some thoughts deep inside... they aint pretty, im not gonna lie not my fault, its based on what i experience this is all real?!  i must be fucking delerious! here son, want good grades? wanna grow up and be a jack of all trades? dont worry folks, weve been tes

in a mode of bleak i look at her and i say to myself i dont understand what im doing here and she doesnt either.  but who is she anyway? i guess its just simplicity breaking through my mold of non-optic visions that occur simply because of my habit forming ways.  haha.  what?  i mean really, what is this?  it used to be fun.  it used to be our little game.  but you took it to another level.  or something.  but i cant blame you.  or can i?  ah saved by a knock at the door.  how many times has this been my excuse?  too many you say.  not enough i say.  the knock is another mental \"trick\".  see, ive gotten good at it.  an escape into a darkne

a cut. a slit. a winch. a tear. a cut. a flashback. a sigh. a cut. a drip. a scream. a plead. a bargain. a cycle. a cut. a drip. a denial. a fight. a cut. a venting. a loss. a viewing. a burial. a tear. a cut. another cycle begins.