Wednesday, December 10, 2014

“Pursuit”

An extravagant event no purchase necessary
Bear witness to what one day shall be classified as legendary 
Your regimen barely comes close...to my worst invention
I learned the hard way to stay a step ahead and spread good intention
A hard day’s work is a triumphant intervention
Turbulent progression makes it all worthwhile
Not concerned with one's style, I've earned my own aisle
No easy route on this chaotic tour
There’s an adequate amount of serpents ready to help detour… you from the true self
Pursue truth while others devote entire life spans to accrue wealth
I have my fair share of shekels
Set markers to the highest depths…
Knowing that when I reach my name shall echo through countless vessels
I cut through the static that encompasses current traffic  
Realize that eventually the blind come to find worth in what’s well crafted 
Distant memories of today are forgotten as life gets shorter
I play the game of thrones ‘til my very last quarter is gone
Disorder creates bonds...that last longer than could’ve ever been foreseen 
Must explore or else the journey is inevitably boring 

Friday, December 5, 2014

Primary Delusion

Politicians politic on how to move you in the opposite direction
Regardless of the vote we all lose the election
Puppeteers administer sinister ideas in conference
Poets assassinated for promoting caution and exposing dockets  
Chemtrails all over the spectrum braking you down…
I put the pieces together like Tetris, this is chess it ain’t checkers  
Try to control you with lectures…same one’s that spill blood on the cross that’s connected to their necklace
Inhale corruption, exhale destruction, the media constantly promotes dysfunction
Erectile dysfunction? Pills this, pills that…if you fight back you’re exiled into the deepest dungeon
Robots with badges given authority to kill in daylight with standstill traffic
And what the hell happens? I’m second-guessing progression, more like regression
Life moves in patterns, chain of events can’t be broken unless “WE” strategize properly
Talk is cheap…the population’s indebted to certain monopolies
Mega-Pharma taking payments to keep people suffering with curable ailments
Advertisements to get impaired by the thousands it’s endless, might as well surrender…
Fuck that! Can’t stop…as a whole “WE” can overthrow their agenda
Thousands of acres available to house the poor, the powers that be rather focus on population control
Manufacturing new diseases…no regions of hell that they won’t explore
Big fish eat little fish…but little fish had a bomb strapped and both were blown to bits
I don’t condone hissy fits…but if the shoe fits and protesters get abused then I refuse to witness
I might just join the freedom fighters, ignite riots and build a new empire

Thursday, December 4, 2014

"Intricate Palate"


Enter the forbidden zone
No reinforcements to deny me as I freely roam
Sleepless nights, eyes look like I’m really stoned
But, in reality I’m really bored…
Time to reinvent the palate, so...
Throw mushshrooms in my salad
Intellect minds easily avoid madness
Practice takes fractions off the wristwatch
I take risks, doors of perception I’m known to pick locks
Experience new beginnings, fresh start over and over
Reset the road maps, parade with grenades in hand like a soldier 
Blowing up the past, present in the moment
Must move forward, but first it’s only right to make atonement
It’s just a graze, no need to bandage
The damage will dissipate, place no emphasis on what’s vanished
In search of relics, optical illusions are endless
Lucid dreams make me question physical laws and how to bend them
Too naughty for love ballads, too graphic for a porn actress
Been there, done that, many a time flipped a torn mattress
The riddle is intricate, but I know finishing's imminent
Left a couple of habits behind in hopes of regaining innocence
Some run through lines like immigrants
Some drink the petro until their liver splits
One life to live, pay attention to specifics

Wednesday, December 3, 2014

"Organically Grown"

Eccentric vibrations, a delicate inspiration
One step at a time as I climb, perspiration drips
An exquisite form, improv existence, not known to follow scripts
My performance requires no applause, all that is sought is at my fingertips
King of my circumference, need to find a queen to birth a prince
The circuits are twisted, some circumstances will make the toughest being come to grips…
You may not be fully equipped to maneuver around the bullshit
Slide in through the sides like a mullet while you hiding in the bushes
Lover boy, batty boy, talking all that player noise, falling for any fatty boy
Tired of these outtakes, I murder these phonies without any foul play
Like flowers at a grave site, in due time, ferment like moonshine…so enjoy today
Constantly progressing, some say that I’m ill minus thee infection
Almost committed suicide I was a C-Section
Skipped school half of the time still graduated a scholar
You can keep your top honors, I am now officially a farmer
Organically grown, flawless while I watch you pause in place like a comma
Brain waves are violently clashing, what you see before you is the resulting trauma

Tuesday, December 2, 2014

"Playoffs"

I’m the favorite, odds in my favor
A gladiator, I don’t have nuts, I have craters
Born and raised in the Wild West, city of all vices
Off the market, my soul is priceless
Crisis control, how can they serve a highness so self-righteous?
My arsenal is elegant, render all opponents irrelevant
Academic compositions as I combine all elements
A classic calamity, soon to find “her” to hold me down like gravity
How can I be more blunt? A few stunts is all took to become your majesty
I’m out and about evaluating trout
Countless fish roam the sea of doubt
More than a sweet tooth, put it on me smooth pretty princess
The labor’s intense, but I never burn out like shitty incense
I’m here to overthrow the dishonest, the committee is fraudulent
The only free commodity in this lifetime is oxygen
Never lost in the chaos
If life were a game I’d always be prepared for the playoffs
I thrive in the darkness, learn from the hardships
I’m constantly fulfilling my legend not concerned with your cartridge

Ironic

They call me Logan because of the way that I heal Bruce Lee because the way my hair sometimes appears Hennessy was my nickname in high sch...