Wednesday’s emblem sways on the horizon’s

Chest of pests, cookies, or buttons

Bosom’s breasts’ best for the cuddles

Red crests and keeping whole a dirty dozen

I was talking with my father recently and he said to me that he has wasted his time & money on me. And well, that did not break me so much as I would have thought, except that I realise that I have been feeling rather guilty about being alive. It is like as though this life business is a tremendous responsibility and one is suddenly born and forced into a whole bunch of stuff and told they not only must appreciate it, but then too are expected to do a bunch of worthwhile stuff. Like schools and jobs and social things. And one must be burdened by the implication that one has no choice but to partake of this and that and can do no other than such & such. And what if one wishes for neither of these things? But let’s back up.

We asked for none of this as it becomes apparent, but did we really not? Sperm swim mad hard to get to egg and fertilize, and still must work hard to burrow in deep and make it in before some other guy. But check this, are all sperm not created equal? If it is to be one sperm versus another, would it be some other Joe or Jane and not me? And so we’ve got the survival of the fittest bit coming in real soon and real quick. Was I…fighting for the win or did I just happen to be the victor? So it is like as though life is just one great fight after another, and then death & then it all plays over again? But double back again some more; consciousness. At what point did I decide that, “I want this?” Did I just get to be born and must fight real hard to find or define purpose? Was I already born with that burning desire for this life business? And if it is surely that, how then do I seem not to be born with any burning desire for this? Further, was I robbed, then, of something tremendously great and voted most likely most essential at birth by my parents due to their own thoughts & desires on how I ought be and what sort of life I ought create? Further still, how then do they dare, with any of the various things? Surely, surely this last is some manner of mistake.. OO?

On another note almost entirely, how to retrieve an inconceivable thing one can scarcely but imagine?

This is not the playground

This is the mad wild 

Where big dogs fuck around

We lunge at sharks and- 
 - Call me the king wolf
We won't back down ‘cause

We hold the kingdom

We’s who the kings from

Deez nuts have the king’s son

Bring your lion king come

We'll have piece for supper

Brag about a lioness

The wolf bitch is tougher


Jumping through the fire rings

Can't tame the fire

Try to buy a warrior 

Must kill to get her skin

Wonder wonder wonder

Cannot figure what's within

Try to replicate the kin

The fear devours from within

Snap back and your head’s gone

We wandering for chill

Locked us

In the madhouse


Can’t find the right pill

Even after

My blood spills

It still screams


So they threw us to the wind

Hope to see us never ‘gain

But the sea just never end

And the free just never blend

Try deceive us

Never win

Because truth lies

In the darkness

& that's just where we hang

No knot from the limb

Tell them try that shit again

We'll see if niggers never win

Photo: Screenshot from Huawei Honor 8 of Akame ga Kill on Anime1 app.

The year is already end so let’s close the past with this

Six is 99

6 and ninety 9

Fist stay full of time

Break bridges from the Water’s bind

Talking shit for rhyming

Smooth and awful time’ng

Flew the bird-poop line ‘n

Bakes the cake for eating


Square verse and red hearse

Up shoots the dead birth

Top roots with violet’s


Crop fruits the stars bring

Sat urns the ring King

Pluto’s be-crowning 

Plunging to ‘N sync

Singy singy come fling e gimme 

Kyaa wait fi si yuh bring e 

Too long dis “a nuh fimi” 


Gone long johnson’

Ready wid e 

Bitch Bad

Black and decker

Dark and better

Like coffee ultra strong

Or from your love a love letter

Like dry Martini to get the pussy wetter

Or some Rum – to make her come

back again – let her.

Whiskey’s for the frisky

Risky like a gypsy

And GOD is always with me

So stay trapped or come free.


Screaming in the dead of night

A dark so loud it drowns the light

A bright so loud it kills the night

With cold delight

And warm re-spite

A bark more profound than its bite

Going to the – left

When you know it isn’t right

– Fight.
When you know it ain’t around;

The frown that drags to ground from crowned

The clown that brags to hear the sound 

that his voice makes 

to fix his face

The shame and disgrace that drags around the raped

The hate from self you just can’t take

The hate, from self, you just can’t take

– Flight to escape –

So you fight to escape the hate come late
But your blood screams of the warrior

And the blood stains paint the water

Yet the blood stain stays forever

For the blood rains pain the mother

And its lover

Drowning from the crown soul top til cover
Dying in the warcade

Flighting from the heartmake

Blighting though your hearts ache

Frying like the fault make

Cried to free the heart ache

But ball break

And free the prison in the middle from the fiddle

Playtime is over

Jokes ’round the corner

Far gone’s dishonor
I don’t know what to say to fix it

But just know that fighting’s not it

More something like heal the sick

And slow the quick

And flip the script

Intolerance, you know, it hurts, doesn’t it


You know

It burns like wet green whip lick

So why you do it?

When you don’t wanna die but you scream kill quick

When you don’t want to cry but you’re swift with the diss

Like you know you want your eye but you poke with the stick

Like you know you heard him cry but stay ready with the whip

But don’t do it

Or you could try it
Try to still the urge to fight

Try to chill the surge to “fight!”

And “kill it”

But buil’ it

Forgive it

Embrace to erase the thing you cannot live with

Behold with your eyes and bear witness

To justice.

Words set free from Me

Set my mind to ease,

Oh Please

Fashioned to a rhythm of Trees

Bid the wild to still my heart

So my soul can lead.
Wonton whores

– the night is lost!

Journey to The King.

Move the man to do his part

Ne’er a blind eye be turning,

Break the lock which keeps us barred

Ever from our hearts within

More with the drawing lines

Back with the clawing rhymes

Off in the bygone time


You didn’t know it now it’s over

You couldn’t bro’ it now it’s colder

Tried to get ta steppin’ but ya 

            looked over your shoulder