Poetry and Discussion!

[1MM3R510N/0C3AN] (Immersion/Ocean) -{DEM0}

If I close my eye lids will I look at what the lye did. All the lying of forgotten memories I let subside. This foreign feeling arrived in a tiny bag that supplied them with the sublime. Shit, it’s surely enough for about nine hits. Applied a lit flame. I’m wired with a giant experience so gifted yet insane, it planned to deprive sense. Above the smoke and mirrors with the pilots in the planes, of broken winged dreams appear aside propeller swings of pain. Consistency will always be time’s worst enemy in this maze. It’s indefinite we’re all progressing our own existence in waves. Derived in all the aspects used in which for unwinding. For an access to a specific endearing ruse of finding, that the meaning for this life is no longer blinded when I am writing. Coinciding happiness with the same fears that I confide in. While the king is on the throne upholding chaos where the prize sits, with vice grips wrapped around the free land of petty violence. My rhyme schemes are something you have to see. When I’m on the mic and beat, I feel like less of a man and more machine. That’s why I keep practicing my artistry with this rapping. Mastering a masterpiece while tapping into the tapestry; that actually, might factually be around me mapping the scenes. Behind the screen of a worthy adversary with a dream. To reduce humanity all to a halt selectively. While their main theme of history is pursued doomed to repeat. So when you find yourself, heed at who you have come to be. Will you remain G or will you be looked upon strangely. I’ve been patiently waiting for that reaper to come n take me. Time keeper of insanity, taking my friends and family. It has to be webbed up bridges, sea networking cleft genes, interloping polarity. Can’t you see I’m drowning in this mental prison? I found an ocean full of concepts. Different dimensions. Living in a continuous paradox since I lost my mind trying to find a meaning for all of this nonsense. I thought I was blind by angelic light but the fire was burning with toxins. It engulfed my life, inciting sheer fright to take everything I ever wanted. I’m in need of a life qualified with divine but it seems like right now it is haunted. I medicate at a subconscious pace. When I elevate to a meditative state, my flow resonates with the higher gates on a different plane. In between the synopsis of my race. Obnoxious people say I’m the same. But I swear, I’m not the little lame kid when I was eight. You probably wasted time trying to change your fate. But all you’ve got to do is activate your eye awake. Ease the pain by smoking jays; while you’re getting high, then take a puff of astral dust. You’ll break into a sacred place just like a hymen. It’s releasing compounds inside your brain; to bring you to a place where existence is time, but that doesn’t exist. So, I’m sitting contemplating who I am. Take the time to slow your ride man. Rap theory’s really blinded. Surprised the guise of life’s insight, arise strife to spite our lives. I’m sorry if my existential crisis doesn’t align with your mind.

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