i appreciate this thread..
including the random guy with the cactus pics
but yeah play on, thanks
including the random guy with the cactus pics
but yeah play on, thanks
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ABe©eDarian
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Yum.
For fun.
Nitrous Oxide and Helium in the same tank,
or double tanking?
No trouble. Thank him.
I'm just talking about myself in the 3rd person.
You know... the sign of craziness...
that you apparently know so well you can explain everybody else to themselves...
with your laziness.
Them elves.
Baby listen.
Thanksgiving.
Christmas.
Gift list.
Living.
Giving.
Ciao.
CIA owe me...
well...
all my intelligence apparently...
that a parent sees.
It's central to all agents, see?
For fun.
Nitrous Oxide and Helium in the same tank,
or double tanking?
No trouble. Thank him.
I'm just talking about myself in the 3rd person.
You know... the sign of craziness...
that you apparently know so well you can explain everybody else to themselves...
with your laziness.
Them elves.
Baby listen.
Thanksgiving.
Christmas.
Gift list.
Living.
Giving.
Ciao.
CIA owe me...
well...
all my intelligence apparently...
that a parent sees.
It's central to all agents, see?
ABe©eDarian
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It’s not fair to be this chalk full of potential individual
and not get relationships
beyond people who want control of where the potency goes.
How it goes on and where it goes off.
Can’t I keep my nose soft?
I keep my foes aloft.
In rows of troughs.
I smoke, I cough.
I hope it’s enough.
The dope as the stuff,
and I am me.
Eye on dying, trying free.
No denying me, I’m eyeing the
pie on keys.
Scientist.
With a client list.
Defiant? Just
do it.
Nike.
Like me...
everybody needs to be more human to get through it.
Don’t matter if I knew it.
I did time, I was stewing.
Viewing the glueing.
I’m blooming.
A shiny dime for rhymes booming.
So who’s who in this looney tuning?
The ants have no chance, it’s the plants that I’m pruning,
but the ants don’t have a dooming.
No more ruining.
What do you want from me soon again?
What do you got to be true again?
Blue? I’m in.
Or red, shining.
What are we finding?
We can read between the lining.
We can be fine and
find the timing.
We’re all in a designing.
Only climbing.
Lonely crimes and
the prime’s damned.
A dime’s in hand.
Give the cinnamon it’s sin in the band.
Aren’t you getting to jam?
Hitting a slam.
Getting my gram.
Yes Ma’am.
and not get relationships
beyond people who want control of where the potency goes.
How it goes on and where it goes off.
Can’t I keep my nose soft?
I keep my foes aloft.
In rows of troughs.
I smoke, I cough.
I hope it’s enough.
The dope as the stuff,
and I am me.
Eye on dying, trying free.
No denying me, I’m eyeing the
pie on keys.
Scientist.
With a client list.
Defiant? Just
do it.
Nike.
Like me...
everybody needs to be more human to get through it.
Don’t matter if I knew it.
I did time, I was stewing.
Viewing the glueing.
I’m blooming.
A shiny dime for rhymes booming.
So who’s who in this looney tuning?
The ants have no chance, it’s the plants that I’m pruning,
but the ants don’t have a dooming.
No more ruining.
What do you want from me soon again?
What do you got to be true again?
Blue? I’m in.
Or red, shining.
What are we finding?
We can read between the lining.
We can be fine and
find the timing.
We’re all in a designing.
Only climbing.
Lonely crimes and
the prime’s damned.
A dime’s in hand.
Give the cinnamon it’s sin in the band.
Aren’t you getting to jam?
Hitting a slam.
Getting my gram.
Yes Ma’am.
ABe©eDarian
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Just words and patience.
Don’t be turds in our nation
or in our world while we’re waiting.
And don’t be hating.
The state will have to wait to gate the state in,
I’m not debating.
You give me my plate and
thank me for staying.
I’m swinging, you’re swaying.
I get to weigh in.
And I’m always just playing.
They in?
Don’t be turds in our nation
or in our world while we’re waiting.
And don’t be hating.
The state will have to wait to gate the state in,
I’m not debating.
You give me my plate and
thank me for staying.
I’m swinging, you’re swaying.
I get to weigh in.
And I’m always just playing.
They in?
ABe©eDarian
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Extreme only in it’s usefulness and thoroughness
and subtle in all ways that are needed
for depth of beauty
and I’m always on duty
as your cutey.
I already presided.
I don’t see sides and
try to hide it.
I see what needs to be quiet.
Don’t start a riot.
Did you want to try it?
and subtle in all ways that are needed
for depth of beauty
and I’m always on duty
as your cutey.
I already presided.
I don’t see sides and
try to hide it.
I see what needs to be quiet.
Don’t start a riot.
Did you want to try it?
ABe©eDarian
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To want a taste of everything I’m digesting.
To want to waste the time I could be resting.
I guess I’ll just leave you guessing.
I have a question.
Would you like to be dressed with dressing?
Lessons.
Naked and nesting. I’m a nestling.
With myself I’m not wrestling.
Testing.
Testicles, a test I call a blessing.
If you don’t want me to be more than then don’t be less than.
What a mess man.
On a quest and it’s not a scam.
No Ma’am, yes Ma’am.
I will not answer no fan’s questions.
I’m not gonna spend my life being a puppet who needs to learn how to be palatable to taste testers who have me in their possession for the sake of anything that does not digest it’s food and calls me rude. It is what it really is both inside and where it would be, so what is it for you while you still have it where it is?
Why build bridges toward what I can outgrow? They only doubt what I know. I'll go with my smile flow. Always see you in a while though. High and low.
When they don’t digest what they taste
with good food gone to waste.
Want to feel good and stare at beauty.
If you say so Cutey. I dare all through me.
I’ve got better ways to be on duty,
so mute me and my doobies.
Didn’t even want to see your boobies.
Who grew me? Who knew me?
I live to give the news to the newly.
Kinda trying to find the schooly
so I can be cool, see?
You can stay in my pool pee.
Can’t rule me, so get drooly.
Shouldn’t try to get inside and fool me.
You fools free.
Self fee.
Not the ones who help me be helly.
What due you tell me Celly?
That you want to sell me?
Fell free.
I land on a well’s key.
A bell for me. Horny.
You got a lot to come before me,
and you bore me.
So ignore me if you don’t adore me.
A door, see?
I’m more seedy. Read me.
A poor bee.
Honey I’m a story.
If I’m gonna be called crazy for being too fast,
finishing in a flash,
and being the last to finish on his ass,
then you’ll have to once in a while forgive me
for calling it all slow and stupid.
You know I’m Cupid.
Hooping. Loop it.
New pit?
Knew it!
At least Nike would like me and tell me to Just Do It.
A human, I grew it.
In your hands it is ruined all through it.
A sample of examples, I drew it.
Uh oh, I blew it.
Up though, I glue it.
To want to waste the time I could be resting.
I guess I’ll just leave you guessing.
I have a question.
Would you like to be dressed with dressing?
Lessons.
Naked and nesting. I’m a nestling.
With myself I’m not wrestling.
Testing.
Testicles, a test I call a blessing.
If you don’t want me to be more than then don’t be less than.
What a mess man.
On a quest and it’s not a scam.
No Ma’am, yes Ma’am.
I will not answer no fan’s questions.
I’m not gonna spend my life being a puppet who needs to learn how to be palatable to taste testers who have me in their possession for the sake of anything that does not digest it’s food and calls me rude. It is what it really is both inside and where it would be, so what is it for you while you still have it where it is?
Why build bridges toward what I can outgrow? They only doubt what I know. I'll go with my smile flow. Always see you in a while though. High and low.
When they don’t digest what they taste
with good food gone to waste.
Want to feel good and stare at beauty.
If you say so Cutey. I dare all through me.
I’ve got better ways to be on duty,
so mute me and my doobies.
Didn’t even want to see your boobies.
Who grew me? Who knew me?
I live to give the news to the newly.
Kinda trying to find the schooly
so I can be cool, see?
You can stay in my pool pee.
Can’t rule me, so get drooly.
Shouldn’t try to get inside and fool me.
You fools free.
Self fee.
Not the ones who help me be helly.
What due you tell me Celly?
That you want to sell me?
Fell free.
I land on a well’s key.
A bell for me. Horny.
You got a lot to come before me,
and you bore me.
So ignore me if you don’t adore me.
A door, see?
I’m more seedy. Read me.
A poor bee.
Honey I’m a story.
If I’m gonna be called crazy for being too fast,
finishing in a flash,
and being the last to finish on his ass,
then you’ll have to once in a while forgive me
for calling it all slow and stupid.
You know I’m Cupid.
Hooping. Loop it.
New pit?
Knew it!
At least Nike would like me and tell me to Just Do It.
A human, I grew it.
In your hands it is ruined all through it.
A sample of examples, I drew it.
Uh oh, I blew it.
Up though, I glue it.
ABe©eDarian
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ABe©eDarian
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Be unreasonable with me and you might find I have my reasons to be able without ya.
You’re at the table, I don’t doubt ya.
Found ya and I count ya.
There’s nothing I can do for you
except have a fair idea
I share proudly.
I D.A.R.E. loudly.
Found me.
And that’s the boat.
That’s the remote controller.
It’s over.
Moat.
We have to get sober
and be growers with soap.
It’s growth.
And sometimes it’s just dope.
You’re at the table, I don’t doubt ya.
Found ya and I count ya.
There’s nothing I can do for you
except have a fair idea
I share proudly.
I D.A.R.E. loudly.
Found me.
And that’s the boat.
That’s the remote controller.
It’s over.
Moat.
We have to get sober
and be growers with soap.
It’s growth.
And sometimes it’s just dope.
ABe©eDarian
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Dreaming
with an abundance of meaning
that’s seeming
to be plotting and scheming
to be leaving
a clue
to you who turn blue
for a chance to dance
and make it through
to
what you’d choose to do
which is overdue
to a knower who
needs to read the news
and believes in choosing
their own shoes
as growers who grew
amongst what threw
it all away
to put off the day
to feel okay
at the expense of the rent paid
to stay in a parade
that only fades
away from what made
a grass blade that paid
it’s dues
to be paired in twos
for the who’s who of the screws
that only drink booze
for a snooze
cause that’s how to cope via dope with the bruise
or be amused.
As long as I am used
for my views.
with an abundance of meaning
that’s seeming
to be plotting and scheming
to be leaving
a clue
to you who turn blue
for a chance to dance
and make it through
to
what you’d choose to do
which is overdue
to a knower who
needs to read the news
and believes in choosing
their own shoes
as growers who grew
amongst what threw
it all away
to put off the day
to feel okay
at the expense of the rent paid
to stay in a parade
that only fades
away from what made
a grass blade that paid
it’s dues
to be paired in twos
for the who’s who of the screws
that only drink booze
for a snooze
cause that’s how to cope via dope with the bruise
or be amused.
As long as I am used
for my views.
ABe©eDarian
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The inside information of esotericology.
On a ride for my patience and as fair as an apology.
I guess it’s kind of collegey.
I can tell it smells like part of my biology,
but what would the taste of wasted knowledge be?
With all the calls it’s all in me.
Calling me.
What the fu©k is found in me?
If I don’t go to town it's hounding me.
Like holes get sealed and fountains bleed.
Picking flowers, counting weeds.
Sickened powers, doubting deeds.
I’m about to read my own self and amount to seeds,
and bound to feed.
It’s sick in the lead,
and ails when it's behind.
Just sticking some keys into my mind,
but nothing with complete rhyme or total reason.
I am just a total that the key’s in.
I’ve got to be careful with my sneezing...
or it’s treason.
Is it pleasing?
I am like you and just needing.
So I’ll watch my meaning.
Good evening.
On a ride for my patience and as fair as an apology.
I guess it’s kind of collegey.
I can tell it smells like part of my biology,
but what would the taste of wasted knowledge be?
With all the calls it’s all in me.
Calling me.
What the fu©k is found in me?
If I don’t go to town it's hounding me.
Like holes get sealed and fountains bleed.
Picking flowers, counting weeds.
Sickened powers, doubting deeds.
I’m about to read my own self and amount to seeds,
and bound to feed.
It’s sick in the lead,
and ails when it's behind.
Just sticking some keys into my mind,
but nothing with complete rhyme or total reason.
I am just a total that the key’s in.
I’ve got to be careful with my sneezing...
or it’s treason.
Is it pleasing?
I am like you and just needing.
So I’ll watch my meaning.
Good evening.
ABe©eDarian
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I’m just another nutcase.
And a nut with a case is pretty good.
Nifty, good.
Or a $hitty head in a $hitty hood.
Or pretty dead and did what he could,
or what a dead head would.
If I go to bed dead, good.
Up for what I should.
Shouldn’t be wood.
And a nut with a case is pretty good.
Nifty, good.
Or a $hitty head in a $hitty hood.
Or pretty dead and did what he could,
or what a dead head would.
If I go to bed dead, good.
Up for what I should.
Shouldn’t be wood.
ABe©eDarian
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I have a right to choose what is most important to me in life
so long as it isn’t hurting anyone.
I want the most trouble I’ve ever been in
to be the most trouble I ever will be in
for a million
pennings.
Pennies for endings.
So many befriendings
lendings
mendings
pretendings.
It’s all about the thought you’re sending.
I bought the rent and
paid the fee.
I sought to cleanse and
break me free.
But I’m trapped in a place to be
facing me.
I try to do it gracefully
and rap wasteful-free.
It’s really quite distasteful glee.
Don’t know why I taste all these
or chase the bees.
Or make or break the case for me.
Take a cup of pay stub keys
if I make some cheese
and bake some of these.
Lovely ease.
so long as it isn’t hurting anyone.
I want the most trouble I’ve ever been in
to be the most trouble I ever will be in
for a million
pennings.
Pennies for endings.
So many befriendings
lendings
mendings
pretendings.
It’s all about the thought you’re sending.
I bought the rent and
paid the fee.
I sought to cleanse and
break me free.
But I’m trapped in a place to be
facing me.
I try to do it gracefully
and rap wasteful-free.
It’s really quite distasteful glee.
Don’t know why I taste all these
or chase the bees.
Or make or break the case for me.
Take a cup of pay stub keys
if I make some cheese
and bake some of these.
Lovely ease.
ABe©eDarian
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From seed to ripe.
The need to see into gleaming light.
Deepened height.
Keeping it tight.
Even height.
I believe I’m right.
Eating bites.
Retrieving rights.
Leaving a fight.
Keep on writing, ease into sights.
I don’t know though so it’s pleasing to gripe.
I’m cheating for twice the amount I used to have
and choose to be glad.
Might not work forever.
All I ask is that what worked together work together with what worked together
so it works together.
Don’t want to hurt when I work or even work forever
but it doesn’t hurt forever.
And I’ve been going on that for years.
It’s a weird way of allowing connections into your life you get stuck with,
but if you stick with what you stuck with
you might not get fucked if you help fish.
Don’t be selfish or be helpless.
Anyway, who could help this?
I felt it, I dealt it.
Know how it felt to whoever smelt it.
So I know it, I tell it.
From bullets to pellets.
The need to see into gleaming light.
Deepened height.
Keeping it tight.
Even height.
I believe I’m right.
Eating bites.
Retrieving rights.
Leaving a fight.
Keep on writing, ease into sights.
I don’t know though so it’s pleasing to gripe.
I’m cheating for twice the amount I used to have
and choose to be glad.
Might not work forever.
All I ask is that what worked together work together with what worked together
so it works together.
Don’t want to hurt when I work or even work forever
but it doesn’t hurt forever.
And I’ve been going on that for years.
It’s a weird way of allowing connections into your life you get stuck with,
but if you stick with what you stuck with
you might not get fucked if you help fish.
Don’t be selfish or be helpless.
Anyway, who could help this?
I felt it, I dealt it.
Know how it felt to whoever smelt it.
So I know it, I tell it.
From bullets to pellets.
ABe©eDarian
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I feel like I’ve tried to follow through with my calling from within.
Something sighted
which ignited
in a way that makes me excited
to stand up and hoot and holler
about something taller.
A wall or the caller.
Ciao for chowder.
I believe in design.
I believe in design within nature
every bit as much as I believe in design within mankind.
Too blessed with less, too damned with time.
More to ignore as a mess to find.
I confess I too am blind.
I try to read the news of a new kind
from a half ruined mind.
I’m glad to do it and find a straight line.
Don’t hate on my dime.
I do what I can to ignite and shine
and make greatness of my prime.
Don’t hate this cause of crimes.
Wanting truth to be interesting is why I rhyme.
I try to get by and climb
my only sign.
I’m lonely behind.
A mess up with ketchup while I dine.
I cry all the time.
The owl is eyeing my eye and
I try all the time.
I’m widening what unwinds.
I’m something else as some find.
Easier to become blind
for the sum of the time.
I’m not coming to mime.
I can only mimic my own gimmick in my own slime,
and do my own crimes.
To throw me a bone that I find
makes me owe you my time.
But I know you won’t be mine.
I go to show you my spine
but it don’t design my mind.
I found myself trying to say so
till I have reason and rhyme.
I’m even believing in the policing of my kind.
I’m just needing to be easing onto my grind.
My childishness enshrined.
For a while this will be mine.
When I’m done sharing it’s yours.
Not done caring when it pours.
Still on the floor when it soars.
I live in my skin and I’m sure about my pores.
If I were pure it wouldn’t be boring to snore.
Always I call saying I’d adore some more,
try to get through a door and
flourish in the core.
For sure it’s something ordinary stored,
and struck a chord.
Ordinarily unsure about becoming a cure.
Sucks when it’s cucked and it’s some luck when it’s restored.
Again within which what says it’s a bitch
to get snitched on when you reach for more.
Can’t reach to each or teach them ‘bout the lord.
I only scored when thinking it important
to report to the warden about the ward
with words from the sword.
The birds are flying toward
everything rewarding
to explore and climb aboard.
But I’m not finding more
of anything but what becomes less.
I’m someone who’s blessed,
but breaks down into mess.
But that’s what getting older is I guess.
I’m sober in a nest.
I grow towards being less.
It’s evenly dressed
and seems to be guessed about.
Put to rest the rest of the doubt
what I’m only confessing about.
I express what I’m guessing about.
Tried a high nest in a drought.
The Dr. ought to put me in a house
where I don’t speak like a mouse
and give lousiness to what I amount.
Unwound and payed the bounty on myself,
no matter which county or which shelf.
Only put my dick in if the wicked witch does melt.
Become one with the sun that some felt.
I’m helped.
I try to help you get help.
And if you don’t need help,
that’s what I want you to have in yourself
with your own belt.
All pants have been dealt.
A chance to make heaven, a chance to go to hell,
and it’s only a bell.
Rings for every fellow in the cell
like jello within gel.
Hello, getting well.
Sorry for the yelling.
Sorry for the yellowing of your smell.
About the fellow in the cellar,
and the teller who never tells
because he fell.
How does a country spell where I dwell?
I’d love to leave my shell
but I believe I can sell
if I’m loving heaven and liking hell
as the unlikable L.
I might just go swell
if it goes well.
It’s going swell and growing in a compelling way.
As if there’s no knowing what I’ll think and no telling what I’ll say.
I felt a lot some days
and become okay in some ways,
It can’t be every day that I make waves,
or think my ink can be what saves
or be that brave
or be what paves the way
and saves days that may need to be saved.
I can’t control how people behave
while it all lives in me in a cave.
I can’t give everyone the sum they crave
or do them a favor from the grave
while being a slave.
I guess it’s freeing what I gave
while still being just a page.
Needing higher wages
and needing a new cage.
Don’t want to be seeding what fades
or needing to put keys into parades.
I believe in equal pay
the even way, okay?
If you’re leaving me out while telling me to just obey,
I have to try another way
as my Mother would say
if she didn’t have to pay.
I’m giving you a lot to weigh.
Some things I’ve got to say.
I wanna be the economy of pay.
It needs feng shui.
To the sum it’s fun to pay.
And once again I’m too dumb to the day.
Google another way.
Something sighted
which ignited
in a way that makes me excited
to stand up and hoot and holler
about something taller.
A wall or the caller.
Ciao for chowder.
I believe in design.
I believe in design within nature
every bit as much as I believe in design within mankind.
Too blessed with less, too damned with time.
More to ignore as a mess to find.
I confess I too am blind.
I try to read the news of a new kind
from a half ruined mind.
I’m glad to do it and find a straight line.
Don’t hate on my dime.
I do what I can to ignite and shine
and make greatness of my prime.
Don’t hate this cause of crimes.
Wanting truth to be interesting is why I rhyme.
I try to get by and climb
my only sign.
I’m lonely behind.
A mess up with ketchup while I dine.
I cry all the time.
The owl is eyeing my eye and
I try all the time.
I’m widening what unwinds.
I’m something else as some find.
Easier to become blind
for the sum of the time.
I’m not coming to mime.
I can only mimic my own gimmick in my own slime,
and do my own crimes.
To throw me a bone that I find
makes me owe you my time.
But I know you won’t be mine.
I go to show you my spine
but it don’t design my mind.
I found myself trying to say so
till I have reason and rhyme.
I’m even believing in the policing of my kind.
I’m just needing to be easing onto my grind.
My childishness enshrined.
For a while this will be mine.
When I’m done sharing it’s yours.
Not done caring when it pours.
Still on the floor when it soars.
I live in my skin and I’m sure about my pores.
If I were pure it wouldn’t be boring to snore.
Always I call saying I’d adore some more,
try to get through a door and
flourish in the core.
For sure it’s something ordinary stored,
and struck a chord.
Ordinarily unsure about becoming a cure.
Sucks when it’s cucked and it’s some luck when it’s restored.
Again within which what says it’s a bitch
to get snitched on when you reach for more.
Can’t reach to each or teach them ‘bout the lord.
I only scored when thinking it important
to report to the warden about the ward
with words from the sword.
The birds are flying toward
everything rewarding
to explore and climb aboard.
But I’m not finding more
of anything but what becomes less.
I’m someone who’s blessed,
but breaks down into mess.
But that’s what getting older is I guess.
I’m sober in a nest.
I grow towards being less.
It’s evenly dressed
and seems to be guessed about.
Put to rest the rest of the doubt
what I’m only confessing about.
I express what I’m guessing about.
Tried a high nest in a drought.
The Dr. ought to put me in a house
where I don’t speak like a mouse
and give lousiness to what I amount.
Unwound and payed the bounty on myself,
no matter which county or which shelf.
Only put my dick in if the wicked witch does melt.
Become one with the sun that some felt.
I’m helped.
I try to help you get help.
And if you don’t need help,
that’s what I want you to have in yourself
with your own belt.
All pants have been dealt.
A chance to make heaven, a chance to go to hell,
and it’s only a bell.
Rings for every fellow in the cell
like jello within gel.
Hello, getting well.
Sorry for the yelling.
Sorry for the yellowing of your smell.
About the fellow in the cellar,
and the teller who never tells
because he fell.
How does a country spell where I dwell?
I’d love to leave my shell
but I believe I can sell
if I’m loving heaven and liking hell
as the unlikable L.
I might just go swell
if it goes well.
It’s going swell and growing in a compelling way.
As if there’s no knowing what I’ll think and no telling what I’ll say.
I felt a lot some days
and become okay in some ways,
It can’t be every day that I make waves,
or think my ink can be what saves
or be that brave
or be what paves the way
and saves days that may need to be saved.
I can’t control how people behave
while it all lives in me in a cave.
I can’t give everyone the sum they crave
or do them a favor from the grave
while being a slave.
I guess it’s freeing what I gave
while still being just a page.
Needing higher wages
and needing a new cage.
Don’t want to be seeding what fades
or needing to put keys into parades.
I believe in equal pay
the even way, okay?
If you’re leaving me out while telling me to just obey,
I have to try another way
as my Mother would say
if she didn’t have to pay.
I’m giving you a lot to weigh.
Some things I’ve got to say.
I wanna be the economy of pay.
It needs feng shui.
To the sum it’s fun to pay.
And once again I’m too dumb to the day.
Google another way.
ABe©eDarian
∞★∵✞☯ॐ☮ღ∴★∞
You are what grace lit.
Even if just basic.
Can't erase it.
Face it.
F ace.
In the report card grade debating chase.
+/-1
Give or take.
Whatever you make.
And take a break.
For your sake.
Even if we snore the door’s awake.
I adore the cake.
Ice cream shake.
I scream take,
but only making my case.
My case for the wait.
It’s wasteful to plates
that have the dates.
The racial complaints of racial complaints.
I make sure I create
a way to escape
or I disappear from where I am by staying there
and making it great.
So I made all these grapes.
And taped all these tapes.
Even had help from fellow apes in better shape.
Forever too late to make some bait
and catch whatever falls behind and bring it forward
towards a better shared idea
for the shared eyes
peering through what’s nearly too disguised
to see truth
as it all flows through our tooth.
Or have to change it, rearrange it for a boost
in juice gone too loose.
Like what do we got to lose from abuse?
Choosing your one gun or choosing a noose.
Not confusing, I’m amused.
Now I’m finding I am used.
Trying to be truthful and trying to be choosed
because I’ve got some clues and one view
viewed by you on the awesome news.
Things should blossom in twos.
Gained one dollar, lost all two.
And what does this cost to all of you?
And look what we invest in having our time be gone to bat for.
I’m restless, what is that door?
Is that rich, or is that poor?
Would it be poor if it had more?
Was my Dad sure?
Is my bad just a tad if I add pure?
Glad you’re in the act sure.
Real and matter of factors.
There’s no actors.
No one is whiter or blacker
being slackers.
Nothing was added from advertisement adverts.
The fun of disease from a bad cure.
What’s the matter?
If all my belongings are scattered
and all of life gets badder
I need ladders.
Leaving messes sadder
but dress it up as gladder
where it splattered.
Someone is a pitcher
and someone is a batter.
Need a catcher that’s fatter and the bat just shattered.
Take all those calls and put balls in the dough batter.
A known mad hatter.
But where is the meaning in this matter?
Even if just basic.
Can't erase it.
Face it.
F ace.
In the report card grade debating chase.
+/-1
Give or take.
Whatever you make.
And take a break.
For your sake.
Even if we snore the door’s awake.
I adore the cake.
Ice cream shake.
I scream take,
but only making my case.
My case for the wait.
It’s wasteful to plates
that have the dates.
The racial complaints of racial complaints.
I make sure I create
a way to escape
or I disappear from where I am by staying there
and making it great.
So I made all these grapes.
And taped all these tapes.
Even had help from fellow apes in better shape.
Forever too late to make some bait
and catch whatever falls behind and bring it forward
towards a better shared idea
for the shared eyes
peering through what’s nearly too disguised
to see truth
as it all flows through our tooth.
Or have to change it, rearrange it for a boost
in juice gone too loose.
Like what do we got to lose from abuse?
Choosing your one gun or choosing a noose.
Not confusing, I’m amused.
Now I’m finding I am used.
Trying to be truthful and trying to be choosed
because I’ve got some clues and one view
viewed by you on the awesome news.
Things should blossom in twos.
Gained one dollar, lost all two.
And what does this cost to all of you?
And look what we invest in having our time be gone to bat for.
I’m restless, what is that door?
Is that rich, or is that poor?
Would it be poor if it had more?
Was my Dad sure?
Is my bad just a tad if I add pure?
Glad you’re in the act sure.
Real and matter of factors.
There’s no actors.
No one is whiter or blacker
being slackers.
Nothing was added from advertisement adverts.
The fun of disease from a bad cure.
What’s the matter?
If all my belongings are scattered
and all of life gets badder
I need ladders.
Leaving messes sadder
but dress it up as gladder
where it splattered.
Someone is a pitcher
and someone is a batter.
Need a catcher that’s fatter and the bat just shattered.
Take all those calls and put balls in the dough batter.
A known mad hatter.
But where is the meaning in this matter?
ABe©eDarian
∞★∵✞☯ॐ☮ღ∴★∞
So yeah.
I find it hard living in my brain,
and living in the world while having my brain.
Hard to stay sane when you have too much pain
and habits of shame.
Now I’m at it again
having my claim.
I’m just glad that I’ve got aim
till I’m burned down in flames.
They’re all just games
and I didn’t want to play for the fame.
I break something great but I make more untame.
I hate boring and the same.
Lame.
I find it hard living in my brain,
and living in the world while having my brain.
Hard to stay sane when you have too much pain
and habits of shame.
Now I’m at it again
having my claim.
I’m just glad that I’ve got aim
till I’m burned down in flames.
They’re all just games
and I didn’t want to play for the fame.
I break something great but I make more untame.
I hate boring and the same.
Lame.
ABe©eDarian
∞★∵✞☯ॐ☮ღ∴★∞
Ooh baby.
Choosing a maybe.
My mind has been musical lately.
When I get into it I make something that sounds good,
but it’s only in my head
where I’m dead
and gratefully fed.
Thankfully I take my meds
or I’d break all the beds
trying to take what I wed.
I hate what I said.
Choosing a maybe.
My mind has been musical lately.
When I get into it I make something that sounds good,
but it’s only in my head
where I’m dead
and gratefully fed.
Thankfully I take my meds
or I’d break all the beds
trying to take what I wed.
I hate what I said.
ABe©eDarian
∞★∵✞☯ॐ☮ღ∴★∞
I’m kinda crazy.
I spent all my time giving you my energy.
I’m exhausted, I’m not that lazy.
Luckily my craziness pays me.
I always thought they should raise me
instead of hating daisies.
They’re fu©king everything up
for what future people should be able to have,
and I aint making any Dad.
Are you sure of what you had?
With what’s good I am glad, and fu©k you to the bad.
I’ve been used and had,
by what never pays me but pays ladies and those lads
who want to be chemically in charge of my brain
but never write anything large on my notepad.
So I wrote, rad.
Now my hat's radical and sad.
Attaboy, don’t add.
In fact I subtract myself from the fad.
I’ve become mad.
I spent all my time giving you my energy.
I’m exhausted, I’m not that lazy.
Luckily my craziness pays me.
I always thought they should raise me
instead of hating daisies.
They’re fu©king everything up
for what future people should be able to have,
and I aint making any Dad.
Are you sure of what you had?
With what’s good I am glad, and fu©k you to the bad.
I’ve been used and had,
by what never pays me but pays ladies and those lads
who want to be chemically in charge of my brain
but never write anything large on my notepad.
So I wrote, rad.
Now my hat's radical and sad.
Attaboy, don’t add.
In fact I subtract myself from the fad.
I’ve become mad.
ABe©eDarian
∞★∵✞☯ॐ☮ღ∴★∞
You can’t speak butterfly language to a caterpillar.
That’s the one in anguish who had to be a killer.
Glad to be in the fire so I had to be in the chiller.
Wouldn’t fill her
with anything but filler.
She’s hollow, I can distill her
and build a pillar.
Thriller.
That’s the one in anguish who had to be a killer.
Glad to be in the fire so I had to be in the chiller.
Wouldn’t fill her
with anything but filler.
She’s hollow, I can distill her
and build a pillar.
Thriller.
ABe©eDarian
∞★∵✞☯ॐ☮ღ∴★∞
A dancer with the cancer.
Tumors and holes in my brains
just like my skin membranes and dander.
Dementia and alzheimer's kicking in
for the all timers sitting in.
Will the insurance cover a nursing home for sitting in?
But I still am sure I remember some things.
Like why I shouldn’t give you my nuts.
And why it isn’t your cheese, you fu©ks.
What luck
for both of us.
But you suck.
Amused much?
But I like music.
Like your racket has excuses.
The facts are losers lose this.
And you chew on the Jewsus
for whatever oozes
while you milk whatever’s clueless
to your blueprints.
So you stink.
I use ink.
Tumors and holes in my brains
just like my skin membranes and dander.
Dementia and alzheimer's kicking in
for the all timers sitting in.
Will the insurance cover a nursing home for sitting in?
But I still am sure I remember some things.
Like why I shouldn’t give you my nuts.
And why it isn’t your cheese, you fu©ks.
What luck
for both of us.
But you suck.
Amused much?
But I like music.
Like your racket has excuses.
The facts are losers lose this.
And you chew on the Jewsus
for whatever oozes
while you milk whatever’s clueless
to your blueprints.
So you stink.
I use ink.