It was a long way from nowhere to nothing

Just like it is a long way to nothing from loving

Yet,
They say it is impossible
But now it’s what you’ve got to do
And it’s a long way back from dead.


So how now when then
Below from some sin
Erode now come thin
The blood now runs in. ?


Yesterday tomorrow comes
Gone tomorrows wonder on
Fighting light the dark ‘n one
Finding light the dark begun.
Never-ending winters lost
Summer springs to fall the cost
Break the wind with window’s doors
Piss in bottle call it Coors
Pores.
From which flows the lamentation
Of the burning cities congregations
From the burning cities and the nations:
Misunderstood is the Hope words
Then the lies from the pope doors
All this bickering about words
Then the clamoring through Hell’s doors.
But you said you’re looking for the heaven,
And you never hear the bells ringing
But for the ones who stop to listen
And venture farther than “Beginning”.
Hands outstretched and waiting
Backs straight bent in toiling
No idea what to do
Berate the ones not following you
-to go where ?
-to no where ?


Yet still you say the king’s you
But King who?
And who King’d you?
Never met the god you claim to worship
Never met the boss in your own township
Look over your shoulder for the chip
Chip-chippin you
Chip trippin too
Straight flippin boo.
Drop dem tracks and flip the beat
Standin in the kitchen; there’s no heat
The fire burns but I’m immune
Skipping to a different tune
Slip that walkman, toss the zune
I’m skipping to a different tune.


Sherel-Lee Prozorov
  BSc.
  Freelance entrepreneur
Sole proprietor at Noetic Wonderland

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‚ÄčThe acuser

Call me abuser

Answer to your name and such but all it means is loser

User

Like you’re sticking to the cause

All along lost while you hover on pause

Lamin’

Gamin’ while you’re flippin’ through the tracks

Started on the low but at the mo’ you poppin stacks

Lax

Landed on time but on the floo’ it’s such a mess

Didn’t notice while you’re clipping through your cloud rings

Make you proud rings

Have you packin’ up the pro rings

Feel the flow fling

Dyke Stalone win

Flamin’ fro phlegm.

Haha oh man.

9/7/2016

9:36 PM


Creeping,
Sleeping,
Bending;
Fall.
All the nights 
And wanders all.
Walking
Falling
Standing tall

Force ripe
– bananas
Mangoes with salt
The nightmare
The stupor
That goes beyond-
Halt!

Wonder that you’ve never been
Only to begin again
Over yonder never when
Break the chains and watch them fall
All for one and 1 4 awl



Sherel-Lee Prozorov
  BSc.
  Freelance entrepreneur
Sole proprietor of Noetic Wonderland

How many times can a heart break

Without words

Without sound?
Like the sound that your heart makes

When it races,

When it pounds..

Is numb

Like coke on your gum

Without the tingle

– Like no burn from the Rum.
The tears flow like streams do

But you cannot tell where it is from

Like it’s done.
Done with life and forever unfeeling

All for one but you dunno what’s the meaning

Reeling 

Like the love it isn’t fighting

-Flighting

But now it’s over with the timing

Rhyming

Like that’ll make it go away

Like some dope bars

‘ll get the heart out to play

Sway

Stay swerving while you’re swishing in the driveway

Like you fly

– Hey

Waving to the highway

Don’t you cry Ba’e

Ima, ikimashou ne!