Not enough RAM in tricky the troll(six liners)

 The central process unit is fuzzy
Not enough Ram too much buzzing
This fruiting buddy is reprimanding me online
With juicy phrases offensive lines

Straight up offence
Yet no wit or courage
No intellect just sausage
Not enough RAM

His brain is corrupted files total capslock
He dives into life without seeing the rock
seven inches under the water's surface
He comes up and blames the rest of us

Curse words bursting outta the blood sport mouth
Calling me what I already know in myself 
But Im workng to change that
The only thing tricky will adapt...

Is a cheesy neck tattoo that is supposed to give him courage
All it does is hide his overbearing fear what a sassy sausage

The city inside you

 We huddle in alleys of who we are
I'd like to be a wide street open and tarred
In a beautiful city whose surfaces reflect the suns glow
I don't want to share a cardboard box with an alcoholic hobo

I don't want to wait in lines with consumers
Lose my soul in a herd of waking doomers
I want progress and abundance in my vicinity
I want those closest to understand my infinity

We huddle next to a department store's liquidation sale
For items you couldn't get on amazon or in your mail
We sweat and bleed for discounts and validation
Clutter our homes to dull heart void radiation

Inventing yourself externally
Instead of building yourself internally
I want parks and architecture
I need thoroughfare

Feasts of undigested food

 It was allowed to be about them glory would be sated
The old men and women grandfathers and grandmothers
The irony is once they got too heavy, neglect awaited
So to practice that good old stoicism they preached to youth

Feasts and wasted food among the building old and new
Among the hopes and envies of those special few
who would plant the trees and come back later
To see if they grew

The wasted food didn't find mouths but found the gutter
Like derision between mouthfuls eternal fussers
My generational curse isn't poverty or illness
Just unrealistic expectation and restlessness

I cannot travel back in time like a God to reprimand the lot
I can only trust that my own resistance troubled them somewhat
That I learn how to coast, embrace the flow embrace the crash
Avoid the feasts, avoid burdening others with my own trash

The sprint of war

 The thigh tenses for impact
The knee bends
Then extends like attack
Movement of warfare

Hips swivel violently
Ankles jarr awkwardly
Ricocheting destructive applause
Muscle trembles velocity gnaws

My shadow hovers as a missile
seeking targets over the horizon
Lungs expand and contract air flux
Incendiary battlefield fires erupt

Extinguished only by sweat that pours downs
Covering embers that heat as feet beat the ground 
Cooling the motors that push legs into sprint
Speed of war by ash and blood in the footprint

Screens of the inadequate

 Your passion shivers in uncaring surrounds
Desire pleads for appeal head to the ground
A begger in cities of lack, pollution blunts
All void! None of that abundance!

The wind of your inner will whirls and whirls
livens you up from boredom that makes you hurl
Look at yourself newly validated, though deprived
Loss of fresh todays, aged yesterdays are knives

Your passion shivers on dead lake shores
Desire pleads to be seen, the world ignores
No change of direction your soul sways
Compare self comin up short in every way

hinn gleymdi

 I'm the rider on broken weather
On the frost and ice it calls
Why why why?
I slam into the fjord, rocks may break my fall

The house talk bends
The heiliger tells me to drop dread
I get back weg on the wetter
On the icey surface moving

Down from ghastly north
Ghost wave freezing through
Surfing Rikr wind
Berserk ripping autumn

Winter licking and biting
I have hardened in the muscle of spring
Why why why 
I am forgotten, forgotten

The stillness nourishes
The buds before sumer flourish
Riding into the life force of the land
stormr and hregg fly me forward

clumsy, lost and unremembered
Till my feet find solid ground
But the earth needed reminding
I am the forgotten

The heileger tells me to let it all go
The solidness of grudge fills an empty heart
Like plastic does the insecure breast
Beserk I rip the var

exposing the truth out of memory
That ugly sincerity 
that permits the afterlife
Like fate's soldiers cold and hard

Forgotten like me
Just waiting to thaw out
Rada rada rada
Raid southlands of long sumers

Those muses rage verily up verily up!

 Muses ravage me immensely.

impose heat and power.

raise my word to levels

I myself thought impossible.

Muses have this, they give this strength.

They devastate me and rebuild me.

They make the heart bluster,

they make it beat faster they break me

and put me back together stronger.

But I thought I was under curse and hot fever,

I thought I would never recognize goodness again

so far in to the darkness of arbitrary lust and infatuation.

But I lifted myself back up with a million liters of fuel in reserve

and vocabulary in my cannons.