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Inktober #24 - The Day In Lights

I think I'm dying... slowly... as I'm living. Day by day. Time and time. They control me. They make me crave. Something greater eh?

Cyberdevil! larrynachos! Here goes... dope prose... uh-oh...

You know you've never seen a homeworld quite like this one!
Should really give this one a chance chance chance...
Been going from planet to planet as I roll through my existence!
But I never really danced danced danced...

Don't feel alive when I open up my eyes in the morning,
But when I think that I am doing right then I get right.
The melancholy strikes me late at night just without warning,
And then I grab my pad and pen and write... yah!

I want to jump off! Get off my lazy ass and just go!
Don't even close the door when I blow through! Just want to chase the road where it goes!
Leave like this ain't my place no more! Leave this bitch and go where I go
Where the wind blows me, and I'm so free, and I won't stop for no one!

You can't call me on my cellphone cause I never turn it on,
But maybe I should just throw it away way way...
I'd like to say today marks the day that I'm gonna,
Make everything I ever wanted great, but hey...

( That's not how it works here... that's not what I rep.
I'm a veteran I've been around these grounds... but I'm no vet.
I don't help anyone... I don't fix I don't make you heal.
I steal from you people, like this life, steals from me.

Someday if I'm given a crown... maybe then I can lead!
Someday when I finish something I'm proud of then I'm free.
Someday when I let dues be what I usually use as a shield.
A sword to strike the world down, this hubris to its knees! )

I'm sick of this world! I want to make it be what I feel!
Would be the right world to live in and all of us feel like it's really real!
People don't need to be so fatigued, don't need to cheat their way to their dreams!
Just need to breath and smile a while and greet all peeps that they meet.

If we don't have these insecurities, or the hoarding need, or the wars indeed
It all worries me, makes me sore and tense, I want to talk to friends but they're foreign.
Live normal lives while I'm deformed by rage, I'm the testament to those who storm the place
When all's said and done we've all scorn to face, from the zealots and from me...

But when there are Flat Earthers! Then you know that something's wrong.
How did we let that surface! If this world is just a prong?
It makes me a tad disappointed that there are people spending their rounds,
Stuck on the stupidest conspiracies, when we have fires to put down.

Check your facts boi! You want to be on the blacklist of the reals?
Let's talk about dreams now and ideals, and how the world would be in our heads.
No matter if it's flat or oval or pear-shaped - it don't matter much at all
We just build these walls between us and keep rolling our own balls.

( And that's not how it works here... that's not what I rep.
I'm a veteran I've been around these grounds... but I'm no vet.
I don't help anyone... I don't fix I don't make you heal.
I steal from you people, like this life, steals from me.

Someday if I'm given a crown... maybe then I can lead!
Someday when I finish something I'm proud of then I'm free.
Someday when I let dues be what I usually use as a shield.
A sword to strike the world down, this hubris... to its... knees... )


Inktober #23 - Glumpunk

AKA The Headmass, The Headweight, Headyweight...

I got a headache but it's passing I'm amassing
More energy to rap then I can write out on a napkin
When life starts toughening up and seems too much for you to laugh at
Maybe you've just gotta get a laugh track, huh?

See the world with new eyes, don't take for granted
All the things you're doing have done and are now planning
This span of time waits for no one! Soon you'll be old
Like a cripple with a young soul bursting to let go

To flee the wrinkled prison it's encapsulated in
To be out in the free with all that matters to it again
To get back to Gaia, to life and to the cycle
All that's grand and vital, but age... despite all...

Has goodness too. I accept that I cannot do.
Everything. I accept there is bettering.
To be done. I accept life don't wait for no one.
You get out! Or you'll just be a grunt.

A glum punk hellbent on not helping anyone out.
Is that you want? Take a break, let it all out.

And it better be loud. Yeah...

Inktober #22 - Bioloom

AKA Biolumen, Bioplume, Biolume, Oceans...

Quarl! Cyberdevil too.

Sea. Me. Flow. Ting. Neath. The. Qi. Wee. Trees...

Sleeping. Peace. Fully. Don't. Tell me. I need to...

Wake up... wake up... wake up! Wake up... wake up! Wake up...


Trudging on! Looking back at the rubble.
The bubblewrap popping and the struggle back yonder.
New moon's going to be huge soon I wonder if we're too cool,
How can we do much new stuff?

Wonder why! I don't see the shade just a buzzing light!
Shining bright in my rear view mirror.
I fear I'm bitter but I'll clear that maybe with the clearest liquor,
Or this here residue.

Keep going! It's not for the weak no.
I sleep no nights! I don't need no cheatcode!
I see this light, and I feel we glow!
A behemoth vibrant creamy gold!

I'm in my right mind! You can tell by my rhyme!
Thought I was growing old but I find I'm in my prime still!
Never wilt, and I'll never die either.
I bleed life, people call me the light seeker.


Light me on fire and I'll go!
Can't stop me till I either explode!
Or implode! And take with me my soul!
See no evil though feel no cold!

Light me up on fire I'll shine!
Feel my heartbeat and read my mind!
I don't want no trouble I'm fine!
I'm not grieving I'm not crying!


Trudging on! Leaving everything behind me!
Don't see where I'll peak but I guess I'll keep climbing!
Whole mountain is enclosed in a fine mist!
How far can I go? Who knows, keep rhyming.

Oceans swept us through a billion years of using,
To the point we're living at, truly evolution,
Miracles of life and in skies these cloudscapes,
Sit on them a while, swim around in a sky lake.

Keep going! Even if it gets crazy.
You cannot reduce me. You cannot erase me.
Keep fighting! Cause it truly is amazing.
I bash humanity, but I really do have faith in.

All these dudes growing up all around me,
Somewhere out there someone is gonna find it,
The one thing that maybe calms and unites us,
When I went in school was that dude sitting on my bus?


There Is No Need To Be Upset

Inktober #21 - Spoiler Alert

AKA A Bond, A Time To Die, Time To Die, Daniel Craig...

Daniel Craig, you were beautiful as the brewing day,
The legacy you leave it will never reduce or fade,
The way you stood there on the roof while everything just blew away,
Lived life till the fullest till you'd choose a new embrace,

Forever in the eons bet no one'll forget your name!
Remember Casino Royale when you stepped up into this game,
It left such profound impression I could go back and take lessons,
For a while had an obsession with the double zero legend.

Double oh, pardon me, still need a heart to beat,
UK fortitude amped up flowing in glowing arteries,
We all do! Have a choice on how to see the world and boy
Did you choose your poison! Be it alcohol or the woman.

But did ya'll have to kill off Felix? Still fresh with the grievance?
And Specter went away almost too fast for it to mean things.
And after that pompous ending with the sky of fire sending
You into a new dimension, it's all work to back and then some?

Come on now! Remember when Moneypenny got back and was black,
That was a cool twist, but an all female bond? Forget about that!
You could be cool in another movie you bad-ass beauty Naomi,
Or Lashana Lynch but sue me JAMES Bond is the true G.

There used to be real men in those novels by Ian Fleming,
You want to go with trending? Albert Broccoli's a bending.
I thought you had good stuff going and it wouldn't stop for no one.
But now I don't really know will it be a good show or no huh?

It's been an honor Craig though, fare well and Aloha,
Didn't mind you from the start, though people frowned on you from the go up
Blonde hair instead of black hair, back then that was a big thing.
Hope they're not thinking this will be akin to all that bling bling!

It is a good time to die though, depressing with this whole age thing,
You went out with a blast, lived fast, but had time to claim things,
Save the world a few times, leave imprints in a few minds,
Always go with class, brass buckle suit and shoeshine.

So I want to send you homage! Want to remember the moment.
And that this life is short and that it sucks if you don't own it.
I'm not saying we all should go merk terrorists hellbent on populace cleaning.
But live life with true intentions. Live life like you mean it.

And look up at the sun and see double o's up there gleaming.

Stunting. Stunning. Behemoth. Hey eh... spoiler alert.

Inktober #20 - Astral Casserole

AKA Shine On, Astral Caserole (What We Should Become - Unlike Chosen Witticism - Food For Thought)...

I totally ran out out of inspiration.
Aspirations... rising higher than I'd planned to chase them.
Have more collabs planned and I'm a tad impatient.
But nothing works when you're not feeling it.

I'm eager to quit! I start too many things and never finish.
Inktober though... it seems these are my exception.
My inception. Immersed myself and took some steps in and before I knew it,
Was doing astral projection.

Pass the leopard! Fly by like it's a tadpole.
Universe a rad hole. Wholesome like a womb.
Swallows you up like if you do too much Zoom.
Comfort. Old habits die hard.

I've been panicking by stars,
Sipping Sangria in the bar by my mind's eye,
I never go out I seem quite shy,
I never roll up, I'm not that type of guy.

You might see me though standing in the rain while it's raining.
Freezing temperature. In shorts. Straining.
Trying to breath in a calm and collected manner.
I like to challenge myself and... channel my anger.

Be spontaneous so I don't spontaneously combust!
Gotta recycle that rage! We compost stuff.
Like me I lie in a cage and decompose.
And slowly my tattered soul turns into the dopest prose.

Flying on wings I don't know...
Looking into my body and feel akin with a glow...
Embracing, a warmth raising me like a ray of light,
Swept away in the calming night when I pray I might...

Is the afterlife a dream? The white tunnel subconscious?
What's hell though? Where are the monsters?
I seldom wander out of my room but when I open the door,
I'm hoping the floor's still solid - that it won't let go and transform!

We are more than we believe we are!
We are the warmth of a fleeting star.
We are the molecules inside our own.
We are the core in the oldest home.

We are but brittle little kids built on bits of bone!
But our will is a strength that never wilts or slows.
And you can't put us in a hilt, we like hills explode.
Volcano for real though, molten lava java coffee.

Wind sings to me softly when I'm panicking...
Tells me to go back on in into my shell casing.
I shoot me out like a shotgun when I am facing my dark side.
Loony not like the moons but like I'm crazy.

Hey Zeus charging on a metal stream!
Solid silver and electron, old pyramid topping.
I realize... quitting's not an option.
I will keep going like you. Astral till my coffin.

Shine on... still got inspiration to climb on...

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