TEST TUBES

A bunch of odds and ends in this quarantine...aka my writing EP , mixtape, or test tubes...

TEST TUBES

"Sheol"
My face wears so anew the mask of a frighten child
Thinking to a Mind at odds with wisdom which; is removed like the tooth
Eyes sunk in from viewing too much carnage sin; repetitive.
Victimized by an incision of a depressed set schism; no longer the will to live.
I extend my bloody wrist via attached hands
Death stands before me Styx in hand grey with grim; …forgive?

Walking backwards though the door, for-word to never-more
Nag, as the crow picks at my toe tag
The body lies empty upon the icy cold slab
The soul agone like the fluid in the body, embalmed.
A shell for the eyes to merely see
Upstream Charon rows easily against the sea
A soul for hell burns symbolically for eternally? ....

THE BURRITO FOR DINNER AND THE NIGHTMARE AFTER

NUC FOR 3 MINUTES AND LIVE WITH IT,

TOSSING AND TURNING ALL NIGHT,
INSOMNIA IS AN INFECTED INSECT BITE,
TUNNEL VISION IN A TRACK SUIT RUNNING TOWARDS THE LIGHT,
TURNING BEAST BY THE MOON’S SIGHT WITH A VAMPIRES BITE,
CROSSES WITH CONNECTIONS NO EXCEPTIONS IN THE MIRROR,
WHICH MIRRORS NO REFLECTION,
TAKE A CARD AND PULLED IT,
PUT DOWN BY THE MYTH BUSTER SLIVER BULLET,
LOW IRON IN A ROBOTIC MOTION,
LOGIC IS OVER SHADOWED BY A NOISY COMMOTION,
A POTION TO SAVE THE WORLD IS WHAT HE DIES FOR,
YOU'LL FIND ME IN-BETWEEN THE 12TH AND 14TH FLOOR,
A PASSAGE OF RIGHT TO THE LEFT OF MALARKEY SIDE-KICKED BY ANARCHY.
IN AN AVALANCHE OF LAWYERS AN RAMBUNCTIOUS TOM SAWYERS REMEMBERING THE ALAMO OR HOW THE STORY GOES OR HOW IT’S TOLD,
MOLDY AND OLD REHASH THE RE-FRIED BEANS AND SCREAMING COLOR GREENS FOR HEALTHY FIENDS OF EVOLUTIONARY SUPREME TEAMS,
BECAUSE INSECT BITES CAUSE INSOMNIA,
DEY JA VU HAS A HOLD ON YOU LIKE A PYTHON,
THE BODY IS A STOMACH PUMP THAT CAN’T DIGEST ALL THE PLOT
AS IT THICK-INS
ON THE COME UP,UP CHUCK?     LEADING UP TO WAKING UP TO THROW UP..F**K!!!

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TEARS OF A WATERFALL
 HEARTS SHATTER UPON THE FLOOR LIKE SHARDS OF GLASS
 REAL DREAMY NIGHTMARES OF A TIME THAT SHALL NEVER PASS
 OLD AND IN IT’S PRIME LIKE SWEET TO THE LIPS LIKE WINE
EMBEDDED LIKE A TATTOO FOREVER ETCHED IN TIME
 NEVER LOOKING BACK IN FEAR OF TURNING TO A PILLAR OF SALT
NEVER DISMOUNTING FROM THE PEDESTAL FOR THAT WOULD ADMIT FAULT
HAULING THE UNIVERSE FOR THIS DISEASE THIS CURSE
AN EMPTY FUNERAL AWAITING A FULL HURST
 ....

Mr. Roboto

   Like a fish out of water flopping about you’re an epic fail. Your style (if you could call it that) is about as original as a magician exiting a rabbit from his black hat. Your ideas (if you could call them that) have been pimped out a million times before so I’m forced to see you as nothing more than a ten dollar w***e! To be quite frank your subject matter has been beaten to death so that your verse is delivered dead in the back of a hearse and even worse; your lack of imagination makes me throw up in my mouth. Congrades on your millions of likes , followers, and friend request and you only had to get half undressed!

Zero-Gravity

I might as well be standing on a distant moon, because the amount of space between me and you-on my point of view is galaxies away,
   What else would you have me say? My words just seem to drift away into infinite nothingness, into the black hole that is your heart, ripping my words apart like chunks of debree floating aimlessly then burning up as they crash into a distant planet’s sea.
   A communication breakdown, which at first glance seem to you as an encrypted messages, but if taken the time to decipher you would see it like a shining star, a beacon of hope, a light that could guide you back to me. But atlas floating in what might as well be the middle of the ocean among these words-lost in translation as meaning are bent and bounces off into the cosmos.
   I fear that I am doomed to forever roam floating as a prisoner in wicked darkness, with a mind screaming in the silence, and words weightless with no gravity. Around and around spinning out of control. Alone in the cold abyss that is your known as your heart. I cover the universe for you only to end up back at the start-still light years from your heart.
By the unknown sith