Skywriters

I see it all the time When people carelessly toss their trash Or struggle for a metaphor to Describe their broken hearts Distorted lives Torn apart As they drag their desperate flesh Over miles of broken shards What used to be windows, or bottles What once contained pints of beer Lives filled with fear Eventually breaks and remains On the pavement Displacement Doomed useless Unless intention is to cause harm To invoke the metaphorical broken shards Shattered glass directly to the heart Lays in pieces all over the concrete I see it all the time When people carelessly toss their trash

shifty vision in the midst of an inch of wisdom nuclear fission in the brain so loud i cant listen it figures what sticks is always to save face meanwhile... i watch with a taste of indifference the decay of the entire human race the entire fucking world hurries so fast to just wait and the weight of the feral minds are soon going to collapse collapse and disintegrate those that we inadvertently complicate but this fate has always been in the back of our minds gripped by endless time never even aiming for such a destiny to unwind-

As I'm growing older I feel the world is getting colder Like a fire left to smolder I thought that I was bolder Than the best but I'm just a boulder like the rest Lifeline's and thoughts shine when we're most hard pressed If failure is a weakness I'm putting my weakness to the test I thought my flows could impress One time I said "bro this shit it to dope" But I'm sitting on my last legs, fuck rhymes I need a "new hope" (Luke where you at?) Dressed in a black robe, owning goons in trench coats Tears caught in my throat, hope that I don't choke Then blow out the weed smoke and forget again Maybe if I hold it in I'd break the dam Let a flood b

I'm seeing laser rays in dark clouds Seeing laser rays in the sunny rain Phasing through stages of faceless appraisal Testing the winds with wings and a halo Steady breath brings steady dreams Armed for battle we've torn the sky at it's seams Balanced precariously leaving god on shaking beams They create their own deities That capture moments of reality all falsely remembered Blindly falling snow born out of December Cover everything man made, so we can start anew I'm seeing laser rays on cloudy days Snow fall, and heavy rain, intoxicating pains Violent mentions, all washed away in an instant. Walking in the shadows of the worlds heavy foot

confused thoughts is my bad habit its like getting lost at sea criss-crossing the Atlantic rogue waves crash and roll through my brain clobbering vessels with torrential downpours of rain insubstantial pronouncements of strain is my thinking i wave goodbye to comprehension as i'm sinking-

these random faces of insignificant specks     all drastically chasing their own shadowy deaths- progression is stealing my breath, because a destiny of nothing left     has got me collapsing under the debt that i owe to myself          but theres nothing left- theres nothing left, look through to me,     i got a few screws loose, but thats nothing new to me- i'm agitated, over-imaginative, and lacking a sensible way to explain this     what the fuck is going on i cant take this

             swervin' out my brain, burnin' out the day- this is a nice way to see the night go away- im thinkin ultra-clear but all signs say braindead- im feelin' so vivid although my swayz stay faded- lets see how many "wtf's happening"'s i got left: none- this is why at times i dont mind clouds blocking the sun- the entire sky can peep me leavin my gaze up there- my tired mind needs peace due to  drastic collapses of care- nevertheless, my inner fire still smolders- unaffected by the worlds gradually gettin colder- i just shake the dust off my mothafuckin shoulders- continue to rack my brain about a Golden Moment Smoker- fleeting moments

you set me free skippin' off the tops of trees past the point of where eyes can see it nags at me to feel the rush of falling so fast i recoil and fall back reset my internal hourglass so we can both feel that thunder- crash... so naturally comes that proper way to act, so expect me to properly react if, and when, i feel wind screaming, blasting at my face......

some of them are crumbling empty words with no substance they stand the test of nothing pay no attention to these as they roll in the wind *existence is pure manipulation* their aim is str8 decimation of logic and clarity the reality of which is fucking scaring me social engineering tactics based on learned behaviors and patterns striking the heart of comprehension-

rendered device mechanical chest of mass-production breath that under went a drastik back-lash effect/i'm not flying nor soaring to new heights if this is what robotic life is like, despite the mechanics of a cheap cyborgs reference-in-retrospect/i can't change these things, rusty bolts and springs, i'm grinding to a halt in an abrasive iron-oxide slow slide into machine heLL...