THRU THE HAZE

beyond the sun like the pinnacle rarely all or nothing to keep it blunt is far n above smokes filling the skys borders paintings of still life spilling my heart darkest days been behind us eyes see n perceive thru the fog no karma police ponder bars in my sleep shordie on call peace can come in many forms wander every corner before i hit the floor genuflecting more or less this a mortal effort theres more to win cant afford to stand still know the fare is high just to hold the candle the fire in which you burn up the branches slow dancing with death got both hands on the threat thread the needle thru the chest wound blood saturated flesh its the best of times aint nothing left but mad questions between dimensions in a vestibule intrepid as a pantomime at attention a master quest where the pressure went never operate off conjecture radicalize the train of thought caught a dream in the dark stars on the ceiling they think im hard of hearing im just selective wit respect fetishizing lessons every second every breath every succession aint a flex stanzas is man made weapons this shit like anime flip the channel hidden powers channeling aint drifting outta line the paint still drip pain that i wield i couldnt make up you cant hang in most occasions no reciprocated wavelengths or signs of interplay the inner self in hazy silhouettes my body blessed deserved to be inducted in the hall of a grind in the hectic veins of city where its all about time and attention the clock tickin and they talkin about them fashion far behind the scenes I just devoted my semantics to this work my soul ponderin lines wit method to the bone gristle totally draw inner selfn wit total breathing skills locally calm, collected My 부평 state of mind be like fully saliva-infested nasty like smoke alley recitin Nas lyrics walkin thru the mad brick my chest north facin the smell of pork belly cleansin they sins wit soju look inside the dark fill out the wall empty my poem bleedin formin bloody ghost Poltergeist hauntin my sleep pose a threat make it cold as ice freezin my peace growing jealousy that poke around steppin off the wagon and threaten my sober sight start the journey over thru the haze see it better not finna fall into the laziness no surrender break this tether and imagery freely resonatin wit all particles of wholly artistic matter all ofem pieces gathered along the skyline shimmerin in the frame the paint brush move faster a holy shape unveiled winnin thru the vapor and complete it wit the last touch they face it in the flesh