I invade your mind(Venomous Vice transcendence)

Cigarette smile a widening beehive on her lips
Smoke running like grey blue sickness into her spectacles
Making them rosier, fickle eyes watch whiskey waiting to be sipped
Carelessness unbuckles and rips and spills into cuddly bursts of chuckles

The patch of yellow cancer bubbles on the table
Ash burns down like time
join the party, brother are you able?
just one glass of wine

I the addiction lurk in every alley
Rustling up enough narcotics to hustle your folly
I become dawn light, bloodshot eyes, the toothless homeless man's cry
I stand on the limits of a ghetto and ready myself to poison your mind

2am sun shining out elephant rays, light waning and whining
It's fate, not too late to learn how to rap at the waist high gate
I've made a sound attempt to penetrate your mind
Great, I'll use it as a kind of trampoline or a toy that inflates

Popularity looking for a concept, has never won in avoiding me yet
You a lonely animal, me your blood lusting screaming rhyming vet
None of my pet shortcomings will I ignore shirk or regret
I'm thumping like heck in your blood destination brain, quickly up your neck

Let me have a piece of that swollen feast of a thinking machine
Let me be the tenant, I'll pay the rent and keep the place clean

No sight of cancer in your bulge
No leaks or indulgences in the sewer pipes
I'd be your press secretary no scandals to divulge
I'd be your thoughts, your sort, your type

Your crutch to hold, a subtle blight, your soul bought, your rose toned sight
Life lessons untaught, warm embraces cold, days painted...
with heavy brushstrokes of night that add up to nought

(Addiction destroys us all)

The dark house

The dark house where Jeremy lived
No lights and no door handles
Just sunsets through open walls
candles keep it lit but ghosts walk it's halls

Through the old concrete
As abandoned as I used to feel
As dark without power
As poorly maintained and unwilling to heal

people don't want things that are not cared for
things left in the dark
For ghosts gather momentum when ignored until
they prey on us like sharks

Love of prachurata

Love of abundance
Love of god
Leafs fall in autumn
Leafs sprout in spring

Inside my words is an oblong thank you
Hidden in here, a tiny piece for you
Most for the abundance
the push and pull creator

There's a recipe
A hot fire you need to stoke
There's a few bad habits you see
A good number I broke

Every day it grows
grey skies or blue
My thank you flows
accumulating love and truth

Greed bumps and distracts
Pumping up ambition
but generosity never lacks
Never blinds me from my mission

Smoke it away

You seek their fortunes in all the wrong places
behold, freedom and vitality not a trace
Desperation upon your faces
In and out of your induced confusion disgracefully

Every vice a tangled python you blindly feed
Your whims and wants betray that sacred need
Your freedom forfeit like an infertile seed
Into the herds a freshly licked smile

Predictability, my pleasure sheep and rabbits
Behold your complacency and shallow habits
They rule you as grand chariot racing masters
You ignorant fools dumbing down even faster
turning the wheels, applying the plaster
On the wrong end of drug deals
Mediocre ever after

An ounce of Hollywood hope smoked
like a convenient dope always ready to fold
I want you an unthinker another mop on the payroll
robbed of discipline, junk food frail
cheap sloth a commitment to resignation, a promise to fail
Ready for the fake promotion, ready your head for your custom made cattle nail

Painted hierarchy(A piece of the tentacle)

The dog barks deep guttural barks
The high fences loom like cliffs above
The guards appear dead and motionless
From their steel boots to their steel gloves

In I walk to hear the outside world has been engineered
Through systems so clever, propagating confusion and fear
just a blind member of my peers, a sacrificial goat to a painted god
A proud soldier plodding, on the frontlines targets deem me cannon fodder

In I walk to find an empire sprawled and reckless gorging
Fat and gorgeous over the world an invisible octopus roaring
My heart and brain a spectacle, cling to the tentacle
One ticking hand grasps a paintbrush, the other a sickle

I exit the halls of the walled and painted elite
I ask nothing more than the world's defeat
I humbly request the ownership rights to the world
Your rights, your goods, your labor, your gold

For I have painted me at the top
shamelessly
I have grabbed destiny, older dynasties went out like candles
I painted my own portrait above the mantle
Words march into reality
voraciously

The mayor and manuel labor

The mayor will be here soon
The rental car shop will open too
The Blonde girl will talk to you as you work
Distraction and limited resources, no perks

You'll have to face the underpaid workforce in your underwear
Tell them to change their day on a whim
Keep on doing the same thing as if you'd never evolved
Trips to the city will cut into work hours

Weakness is familiarity and pizza delivery
Unwillingness to uphold the new deadlines
That will help our new mayor Bonfim come to power
And the money will supposedly trickle down

The train of retribution and invisible support

From one movie theater to the next
I am a blind man!
being pulled across the screen
missing the train

going hungry
poorly dressed
guess my name
I was maimed

Coming off the train
certain of my destination
The wrong sphere
They've pulled me in
As if i was attached to the tracks

A steel dog
left to leave a shadow to the sun and no more
But I grab the long corridors and shake them
Fire bursts out of the station

The movie theater explodes
I chant
I see
and I stalk the taunts
dangerously

Throw the train like I threw a chain
A challenge for the mundane
I grab what's real and smash the city through
grind off no routine
But an agenda so high I can drop my opponents off it
and watch them land dead

Sacred village so far from me now
Sacred village still connected to my veins
strengthening me and collecting me
Giving me the ritualistic razor to cut deep through their illusion
Their notion of time
their own notions of self fulfillment

I take the fire and spread it across the mistaken
who would convert me to their wasteful dogmas.