The Fervor Of MadnessAll there is? No. All THAT is. For existence transcends the insentient. I feel my imagination weaken As ideas begin to tailspin past primeval thought, Before the exorbitant pinky ring of reality.The Fervor Of Madness
Kalina, an impossible journey lies ahead of me, Every step I take towards you Only brings about more disincentives. My madness is in clash with love for a split second before I reach you. Then awake, your form beside me.
You are the bellows to my eternal fire, And so I am engulfed in flames. The matriarch of darkness, But none can compr
Boombox '79I’m hearin’ theBoombox '79
Cuttin’ an’ scratchin’ Breaks And rappin’ without the needle and DJ The tweeters and woofers bump along the shoulders Those Spanish boys play a different tape… We see which box pumps it better, Kill the pride and put yo shit away! Grand Wizzard! I’m sayin’ turn it up, Make the world unite from the baby of the Bronx Violence turned to breaking every time we pressed play, Michael Angelo resurrected, every time we chose to spray, Can you see how we move? Ghetto blasters, Word is Bond! Ya body is twitchin
UntitledWhy have you shackled me with invisible fetters? And shown to me the path to broken promises of hope? All your entrapment led me only to rage, Possessed by the berserk battle lust of Cuchulainn, I can only kill.Untitled
You remain unaffected, your empathy had been severed. I prithee never evolve to possess appendages, That is why you need me, I laugh whene’er I can, Without me you’re nothing but a good idea. Few behold the proclivity and genius, Even fewer have the ascendancy to bring them forward.
InsideOf the baleful walls encompassing my heart, None could ever wrench those palisades from out in front, But what is it that is guarded from within me? Inside of that deleterious region, Deep within that cavern of empty elegies, Lies a pool of beryl ripples that reflects off nearby rock, illuminating the chamber, The abyssal zone lays beneath the surface of the water that permeates flesh, At the base lies a lagan waterlogged chest,Inside
Of which no key has been fashioned for such a lock, And no locksmith could deftly open, I am that chest, the path that was taken to reach it, and the secret
| I Am... A vast cavern of stagnant blackness, That’s earth splits and opens to allow magma from below, An orchestra of a looming void that encompasses all, I am the echoing silence that breaks atoms, The Griffon that smashes through the cavern ceiling, The light that is shown through the open orifice, The Goat Man that rises from the lava, I am the bout between them that lasts forever, And I am the stalagmites and stalactites that watch the battle evolve. |
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I am not afraid. I was born for this.
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