Intrigue and beguile.

And it was that announcement I pronounced it dead
The life, the love, the relationship, the accident of the bag inflated said
Triple flipped over insipid, like a cludo lead pipeing in the study
Blood on the girlfriend that I can't cling onto anymore, the T bag could ya

I delved into the realms of an inebriated corpse like mind
A thousand fucking sunsets, a billion suns that rised
Whose
 the fucking bleeding, menstruated, period drama do you think I am besotted
I'm a small inner journey, just a fly on the wall, ready, to be swatted.

It can't wait any longer, this cream coloured under delivered
Shakespeare driven of a rhyme criminal, escapism, Houdini eating Hannibal liver
Danced on the grave, make it disappear in a magic trick
You'll never make the thousand fucking sunsets stick.

Cuddle up in the real time bubble that makes me an integral, inspirational fool
Another part of me that made me spread the legs of the fonz tapping on the jukebox of the cool
Do you know what I needed to do in order to get here
Do you realise the miscovered moss covered stone, feared and the latter globe of the Sphere

From my point of the psychological point of view when we walked through the tree laden park
Danced in the show, just to reveal I am who you are , awoken, up with the fucking bird if the lark
I don't even think I'm an individual, a casual , a human being
All seeing, all trying in the world all crying, tears and regression, fearing.

The next sentence, the next crime raid of my mind, wherever I only let her invade
Take a scalpel to my grey matter, doesn't matter, cut it up Lecter style with the sharpness of the blade
And I'll examine it, I'll look into the instrincial parts of my fucking mind
You might have qualified to cut, chop, circumcise the conscience brain dead blind

But I'm still fucking here, I'm still awake ready to roll to avoid the ultimate difference
I'm still jumping and dancing to carry through the life sentence
I'm a fucked up mess, a distress , a reveal that needed that forth wheel on the carriage
" you really should find another wife after the last one" another fucking challenge another fucking marriage.

Well fuck y'all I ain't playing this board game anymore , I'm going to play this game all alone
Because you don't have no superhero moves to offer me anymore, you're just a skimming on the pond stone
Bouncing, skipping, double lipping, sipping through a straw , because I broke your jaw, for suggesting,
You give my stomach acidic, regurgitated, infatuated, infestations.

And it was that pronouncement, i claimed it dead
I cut it up Lectar style, so the beast was fed
Just listen intently for a little while
I have so much to reveal. I'm the one who will intrigue and beguile.

The Devils eyes

Cry for me, you never comprehended, you tried the apprehension, the clinging of a yesterday
Inhumanity, that overrides, that subsidies, that makes my fucking heart,  cried and died this day
A warrior on a Yorkshire reservoir, where I scattered my daddies ashes all to be washed away
Didn't dwell too long, didn't cry in the stream, and dabble into the spirituality where the children all do play.

What's the point in knowing everything , the ever of the ever after, the cause of the cause before the disaster
The volcanic eruption that's the full stop, that makes up the interruption, faster, faster
On the rollercoaster, up and down and in and out of twirls and girlie twines that tweed
Inside the various varicose veins that feed and eventually fucking feed

The government, the mental institution, the mind fuck absolution
Trim the tail of your unicorn god, the depth of your yesteryear conclusion
Trimming the goats beard causing, the hell, the heaven above
What's her point of winning the lottery when the push you give is nothing more than a shove.

Triple prong on satans fork tongue,  ignighting enlightened
Fucked and forgiven, you've got to be joking, I'm hiding and frightened
Delving into the hole, repealing the rigmarole, the dance of the Devils eyes why I never find a girl
They're dark my pupils, they're black and deserted, sweet and apart of the swirl.

Then the music takes over, this carcass of mine.
It's a cacophony, a fucking disaster an articulated truck driven devil Devine
Cause to rap this bile, of poetry, to its ultimate conclusion
And relax moma bear. It'll all go away eventually
At some point they will all go away and you will be set free

For this a release, where you will stride and comprehend
Where the past of your fucking soul, will always be the end
And so I draw this whole into a hole of dark and depth and relax and reset
The mother, the piano beating in my fucking heart that I will never ever learn to regret.

We danced in hell and cried to breathe

I've been a mushroom a fungi that's collected his mind
The trouble with realisation is that we continue like the bees in a hive
Serving the queen that's inside of our head
Better off dying than embracing the dead.

Allure me sister, allow me to breathe, you, the unforgiving
The last of a cowboy that gallops to escape the siving
Of the river bed panhandle in search of the gold nuggets
I'm a whole world of crying shame, I'm the realm of toil and trouble.

Lend me a life in this after world of tomorrow, drowning in the sail  of a sunset
 Question A
Calligraphy itylic style of the breath
Don't antagonise me. Do not allow me to cry in the  Inhalation of bequeath.

Cry. In succulent steak that riddled my mind dreamt amongst the last supper that is the each and everyone of us
The pantomime of pumpkin seeds that
Fuck
I'm no better just a heavy based metal I'm. Not   A fucking heavy based I've lost a cause.
Full stops left and right it don't even rhyme anymore.

Explore your shallow mushroom that
The experience of the caviat
The reason you held to believe
We danced in hell and cried to breathe

You're just a dying dog

Try. Stride forward one more step. Strike me again. I'm no longer a juvenile. You pig faced swine maggot riddled father of mine.
Musical interlude of a piano solo, carving a violin of  a blue grass scenario, don't make this situation seem like it's fine
I bookmark the minds interruption, the depth of the presumption, I dare you to question me
There isn't a drum roll brace enough to fend of a bass, there's no fucking heaven, are you beginning to see.

However Baal, he stood tall, he basked in the sunset, of the milky red of the teets, of a birthing mothers nipples
That fed the crying premature genius, that will grow within so hefty on fires drivers ocean ripples
Whoever you think your dancing partner may have been, in the darkest thunder limousine
It ain't, because I never gave it permission , I don't even allow  you lightness or darkness, war or oppression

You're just a dying dog , a never ending cry that screamed once or twice too many times
Murdering blackness in my coal diamonds, suppressed, too many heavy eyes
Address my pupils from the whiteness, egg , disappeared embryonic, intertwined
I'm a fucking challenge, a massive man who married, I'm not the instigator , Im a fast forward of the video recorder,  that begun to rewind.

And never question
The depth of a cerebral celebration
Because one of the days I'll challenge everything you believe amongst the dope
The family, the future , the past, the self, of  his drunken hope, his crying wife to cope.

Mr Jack.

The sneakers you wear the black and white stripes against the dirt gathered on your soul
Don't make you the jack hammer stammer grabber manner taught fucker that dug your grand daddies bucket of Victorian coal
A nineteenth century rap, because you ignored your ancestry,your only thing is throwing another carbon on the fire to keep the orphans warm
During the ripper raping anticipating, the whistle carrying early dawns cops who didn't know what the fuck was going on in the middle of the storm.

Mr Jack, roaming the alley ways of all our days,searching out the eyes of a prostitute to gouge and surgically remove
Intestines cut out and left on the street for the discoverers to gage and move
Don't underestimate my ability to disappear into the shadows
You'll never find me brother, I'm a haunting apparition,  a black suspect,  a ghost that glows.

Because you can't describe me any which way but yet
This underestimated, pre fabricated, under educated cleverest a vile of clay that set
A pottery of fingerprints, first time ignored when the detective snored
Behind the old oak carved desk, praying to the crucified cross ignored.

So who the fuck did it, who pillaged the fated  of Victorian streets
Who abused the knife dash scalpel wounds on the young fucking teets
For one hundred and fifty unsolved years
Amongst generations. Absolutely passed by tears.

And so I'll tell you who created the rap English gods atrocities
Who stabbed the poor mothers the never born complicity
The Victorian end to the Los Angeles rhyme trapper
It was me you mother fucker,  Mr Jack, the undiscovered Victorian rapper.

to find a friend

It's hard to find a woman, so difficult to find a friend
My mind may be relaxed, it doesn't know how to fix itself
I'm a loner on a pony that rides into the sunset that collapses all so kind
Saddle sore on this leather chapped thigh man that's left upon the shelf.

Blues crying, the much anticipated, lunar dwelling on a tongue tied summer evening
I'm an absolutely atrocious mirror of the end and entangled
Sinner man that draws the last of a Cuban rum tipped sugar coated cigar
I exhale the breath of smoke a beyond a bizarre

A collaboration of the multitude a defence of the substitute
The call of its insipid white faced albino the raise of the ocean wave
The sketches in the inside of the eyelid
The red on the dawn of the inner Neanderthal that bled

An illusion amongst the confusion that
A perfect fire that spread amongst the heathen that sat
On the toadstool of life and I explored the aftermath
The trepidation, the insipid exploration, the dodge, the manipulation, the crying of the complicated additional math.

The shadows that allow you to breathe

Beware. Of the big old depression dark and lurid bear
That snuggles in the cave all tense and inebriated
Corrupted nostrils clogged by the pine trees cub educated
A triumphant, a non astute absolute, crying, cogutated.

The winter she does settle in, amongst leaves dropping like the bucket in the wishing well
The mothers stomachs swelled and teets that  blossomed bosom ne're do the fallen upon which we dwell
We feed the cub for anticipation, of summers sketched in the thought too soon
And yet we stared at the lunar, the spooning between the sun and the  man in the moon
Who do you crave to be, a prisoner of the lunatic asylum
It's all in the distant landscape, the mother and the glimpse of her son.

It was different amongst the shadows that allow you to breathe
The distance of decent that caused you , that cried for you, that drew the bequeathed
And so the cub who had never breathed the winters frigid air
Crawled around in confusion, explored in dispair.

Then the mother awoke and escorted the infant outside
No longer a shadow he learnt to abide
The matriarchs rules, the gist of the cave, the rules of our nature
We are the great, the future, the purpose, the creator.

It's time to sleep

I inhale. The poisoned. The cry. The ever after.
Only you can save me amongst the beauty of the disaster.
We are creatures of the shadows, we lay in the heather
The dance of dark upon the light, never divided , better off together.

A sunrise. A triple headline making movie on the billboard
The gnarly bearded pockmarked general who fell upon his sword
His lips caressed mine, as I stole his ever last breath, to regain
This ballet of a dream, into a battle of the instance? I know that I'm insane.

I inhale. Amongst a crowd of situations. Amid a group of ancestral breathing
A grandmother that is a buried ghost , hating, gasping, forced and seething
Dry lips on a deserted desert on dessert of the menu, sweet and arid
The lizard introduced herself, to the mind of a fucked up individual, bless you father that did lift the lid.

And so I tunnelled deep into the side of the cavernous rock so I could discover the gold of its brain
The deepest darkest hellish lake of a cherub, naked ass cheeks split amongst the insane
I inhale. I triangulate   I spew forth the billion stars that inhabitate my mind
A perfect , metal detector, billion dollar find.

I inhale.
I fail
I looked
I cried
The end of times
The weeping eyes
The trust the entity
I guess she swallowed me
And I accepted
I lived amongst the perceptions
The ghost
The angst
The
It's time to
Sleep.