Out with the OldA Poem by N_dot_AIMLESS
Out with the ancient
Enter the Nameless Used to spit flows in a ten block radius Now I make cadence and the universe vibrates No longer waiting on the sidelines My soul is full of crystals like high times My rhymes, upset the timelines Obstruct light beams, Ingest lightning This is my mind In a bind, still I keep fighting There's a grand design It's enticing, what's encased in the space between the writing Can you believe what you don't see How can you notice out of focus I wrote this for the trees, and yes I wrote it for the oceans Im getting open like a birth canal To mother earth I bow Never worship politicians Never worship bishops They're just people on a mission Trying to feed you like a kitchen If you read beyond the symptoms You will see what kind of system that we live in There's the matrix, what your' senses can envision When you're senseless, and then there's everything God's is everything Matter vibrating endlessly But it is our tendency To bend and weave You can't relieve release and you can't escape geometry Weather you feed the beast or not I eat mc's like rocks Then I cough out blocks I'm making houses out of bodies You will live long like spac But prosper you will not I foster lots of thoughts bothered often by the clock I'm stuck between a hard burial plot and a rock Let's chalk it up to I'm exhausted There's a cost from all the mileage that I've lost Tossin clauses at mirages to pay homage to monuments F**k the statues and the monuments The statutes and the treaties All the factions and lesions All the fractals and scenery All the battles and demons All the castles and peons All the classes that separate the masses Into caddle and leaders F**k the lobbyists, sexually deviant political hobbyist Masonic demonic tonic spew in like vomit All the illuminated Should be called till doom we waited gloomy agents, get plucked like rutabagas
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Added on November 20, 2014 Last Updated on November 23, 2014 AuthorN_dot_AIMLESSSuburbia, COAboutNameless not Aimless Used to be an apparition Now It's time for some changes Out with old, cold In with the new, truth more..Writing
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