There is no paid born tribulation

Arduous enough true love laden

Vied to uncut for morsel of indignation

Are bound beyond touch, streaming logic or labor

Can't conduct, exquisite

Through the realms of ink empathy and implicit

Think elementally

All is spoken or written, isn't it?

And once having been experimentally envisioned in

Animated person's glaring eye

You can't communicate, live or even codify

Without such inklings, laced, magnanimous to the sense

Go ahead and try

And be mystified

Underhandedness of man to a pretense

Are exemplify the expansive gift

Called me, myself and I

Without a canvas, gentle devotion

And hence

Cerebellum medulla in emotion

Or get the heart and soul lingually interwoven

Hence, for the weak-seekers God sa

'Mankind is chosen, to fully partake'

Notice, not every purpose of primate

Is getting older

For the medium or in expressive

And every transient fiber and shred

Of her or him

Friend, you may begin to awaken

At any point, in, when, or what it questions

In short, show some respect for perfections

Last pack (enhancer?) left with humane connections

Then scribe out some soul with resurrected intention

Not accustomed to in these parts

Since perspective ascensions

Pass a little dark for the bottom-dwelling populace farce convention

And the clandestine are

Essence disciples, lesson the passive trifle

Totally typical tidal temperaments

Affliction of the vital

Your testaments of life

Cycle through the excrements internally

Or get your wits about you, earnestly

Curving your weight, inadvertently

On one leg, unscathed index finger

Realizing enlightenment

Treads earthlessly in retroactive security

Of whats destined, reflect assuredly

The clearing from which you compose is under protection

Of the mercifully arose through correction

Personally potent, peripheral visionary

So rest in, our radical endorphin vortex

And be among the mystics of cerebral cortex

Where we're all adored, suns and droplets

Of a greater head-rush

Welcome, intact eligible flux

Of emotion, spirit and mind thus

All infinite selves are intertwined

About the crux of unconditional blind creative trust

Left:

Trust, remain the unparalleled

Permits persisting to jump

From a severe brainstorm's got stung

Step back, scale, insight stain struck

As wonders clap pale the span of soul-lit skies

Setting tight feelings, wail humans liberal cries

Til our own moment prevails

When a gap in the the lyrics never tries

And catch worse benchmarks

Why? It's not a moving piece of art

I couldn't invigorate a part in these incredibly potentially

Charged sinks over experience

Embarks on a vantage of initiative' over

These emotionally stark foreshadows grasp hold of bars

Than all of ballpoint may ever are

Craft and found and join into structures

Such a ma-magnificent use of the writing

If none stutter the buoyantly innocent

So easily amused, subconsciously contrast

My leveled inner views

Who seemed only to stew adrift with more further

And keener in tune sense of the yet-to-be channeled soon

Murmured, as healing echoes of two cents, while in shambles

Usurper commemorated annals of insecurity

Gorge fears, your (?) owes

Candles, to be mailed decrees

Tear, providing contemporary debris cleared

The skull slips willingly beneath the queer

More cataclysmic hush, as ideal embodiment steps for flush

Before cluttered mind to fantastically thrust life force

Upon bluish lines

Of course ultimately, brittle paper is touched

Transgressing all secular confines

Right:

Otherwise neutralities for the stillborn

And large rocks and ill-advised by incorporated ones

Who want not again and again

Invoke these acts, rehash, master plan

You couldn't remain in, digitally orchestrated

And then shoved down throats through suspect temples

So when time shines next, glaze on over

And indulge the once removed cousin of purchasing power

Run along, browse, to where putting neon solicits, impairing judgement

And I bet, crude names, the label reads

'Strychnine' while the cover says 'good for you too'

In the neatest font, slicker than that fraction snapshot

No, I beg of you, don't jump

Make the most of deja-vu

Before assuming a position that once extinct 50

Plus or minus umpteen senses been swapped

For the latest in compact... shit

Something should turn on, chime or dong

Your private parts are being touched, and forcibly at that

It's okay, feel violated, anything but entertained

Or bound and gagged, rather than financed

Mister impulse, and his rarefied wood-ship quartet

Be nice to your tape-deck, after all

Personal components don't have a power button

It's no secret, every culture has technical difficulties

And bad levels, be complacent, me? I'll stay critical

And oh yeah, before you go

Don't take any fiberglass navels

And the labors of the lyricist underlined

His strange fellows, squinted ears, if you think inclined

The given becomes a must

Until no one image, vibration or line could be too much

Or any energy origin deemed minds

Only us fuse, commune and combine

By changes cusp, therefore no-one's blameless

While our generation proceeds to burn on and aimless

I haven't the faintest, what leads the disciple with experience famous

Or any more privileged for being so aimless

'But a power source is limitless,' heinous, molesters of the soul

Natural impotence remain in, which can sustain this day and age

Is mangy, frustrated, mane-less, prides of future shameless

Low blown ignoramus what's established my decrepit

Innocent stripper, You can't go against the grain

Whole persons would think quicker without your vanity clogging (?)

Be a stainless (?) is bigger, still it doesn't stop hither

As young women portray the whorey witch

High matriarch of slut-dom elects death bushes

Won't find fatal futility of guns are quite belligerently from

The not so distant land of insufficient funds and bastard sons

You're withering away at the hands of

Dogs and duns delighted to defoliate wherever some green may run

Then disperse to a slow trickle, offend and praising the sociopathic sickle

Over the very burning light

Which ripple your crumbling hides from dunes

Grossly disfigured nipples, so there you stand

Knowledgeably gleamed, and esteemed, poised to speak

In the orders, lime-lit green, atop a soapbox of the knees

Trusting screams, this time pause and wipe fortune slate clean

Before empowering slugs, do it to me

From those idolized lips, brother, things can always be better than this

Why not get a grip? Let the gaudy ode drip, and let the record skip

As you idle-ly hear enough to stitch

Showing them all how hip-hop exists independent of any

Poster, post or infanticide clip, love was what got us through

2 decades of "yes y'all" and it don't quit and if you feel need

Get back to it, by staking pain in what you hit

There's been enough, give me more a mind to eclipse

An eternity of altruistic shine all-round breakers with interest vested

Must have been re-aligned, your greatest strength will have only begun to climb

Forgive, thanks, peace, love

Maintain the forms bind, if I may be frank

Speaker and listener are two of a kind

While the mediums just tried out for better characters in line

What's content is ours to define

Within the clutch of ethereal downtime

There is no paid born tribulation

Arduous enough true love laden

Flied to uncut or morsel indignation

Are bound beyond touch, streaming logic or labor

Can't conduct, intact eligible flux

Of emotion, spirit and mind thus

All infinite selves are intertwined

About the crux of unconditional blind creative trust

If you think inclined, the given becomes a must

Until no one image, vibration or line could be too much

For any energy origin, these minds

Only us fuse, commune and combine by changes cusps

Speaker and listener are two of a kind

While the mediums just tried out for better characters in line

What's content is ours to define

Within the clutch of ethereal downtime..