Odd Future

They said I got a future, odd future gonna kill them all
Advice to ghettoise me, council hall
Playing a game, lacrosse, when they know I can ball
Don’t want to give the drummer some, it ain’t how they roll
All souped to speed past, it’s how they bowl
Call it autumn strike rate, my pedest fall
I’m red and sore, my head is raw
I’m not lion rich, I am bear paw
This eagle saw his eagle claw
Sharpened up his iron to blind them with a metaphor
It was cheesy season, like pizza breeze
Sold him every reason, one word sale of the 7 C’s
So he believes, he found his level,
Etched a sound, got an echo
Stamping ground, found a gecko
Angel in plain clothes, wrestled a devil
Took his head off, wouldn’t let go,
Decapitated, he was animated, selling vision
Restless chicken, he was built for giving
Resurrection, better living
This blessing was, born for stretching
That it did, yet the season stressed him
He got a taste, kept the bottle
American Histoy X’d him, full throttle
Called this apostle Chipotle flavoured Aristotle
Exotic carb the damned falafel too sweet to waffle,
Pigged out on truffles, learned to love the troubles
Hand n’ Heart like the Williams Sisters, Power doubles
Still its my level, not my arena, let me reign, I’ll bring Katrina
I need no pre-nup,
Caretaker climb, I only clean up
Yes they slimed me, Ghostbusters
Me myself and I, family trusts us
To make nice, this odd future
Tie love creation, karma’s suitors
To get it in, tailor Karma Sutra
To Make Life this odd future

Twitter Inspirations: The Man Who Cried

Digging wells in search of wealth he found his slickness in the mire

He lost gems, lost friends, the games biggest insider became a pariah

When prudence beat him down he became his own town crier

Ringing bells in his own head he was eye weary and head shot

Too many legs locked when he should have kept his legs locked

Love was like an expensive watch lost at high tide

The light house was only visible when this man cried

See his inner man died and he sought resurrection

His Easter weekend was a time of inspection

His demeanour, his complexion had morose inflections

Yet his resurrection would be a new collection built to last through time

A new creature built by intelligent design with a new mould to define

All because he was the man that cried

Once again thanks to CandyAcidReign for lending my poetic soul some breath. This time I watched the video and left things to germinate before writing this piece. Much love and respect to your works.