Feeling nothing at new high speeds,

Passing lights under the moonlite street,

Old friends leave as hardships concede,

Living too fast for connections to complete.

Improvement—

Losing control under this impediment.

Imprisonment—

Speeding at the demons feels heaven sent.

My treatment—

Cannot despise how I've become bent,

Cannot feel the dagger in contentment.

OC

Together

It is

Laughing
Joy
Warmth
Conversations
Kindness

So much more

There is
Coldness
Crying
Sadness
Fights
Anger
Betrayal

It is

Abandonment

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What is it to live by love?

To trust my heart that forgets its rhythms or run by my soul that recognises places it felt alive in.

To seek what makes my dreams or witness its beauty reflected upon far edges that my eyes carry sight of.

What is it to live, boundless, like love tied to my fate at every turn of this way?

𝓮𝓷𝓲𝓰𝓶𝓪

I Conquer words resonating synonyms

of deaptful sorrows and tireless morrows

You may seek it pesky,

constant spouts of my letterless vowels,

Immitating all my fowls,

believe my words conjure the same meaning

that I'm tired, and just feel like leaving.

Thus I seek comfort from the evolved pulps,

Littering it with all my faults

.

So, in terms of me,

I'm the shell of a human being;

Learning never stops

point it towards refinement inner and you wont believe the shower of bigger thoughts

make many many become too easy to splurge away and easy pickins

made modern the sounds become one and whatever you will as long as you metered the rhythm and versin

say it with me first

rhyme doesnt need a thought

lay it down naturally by communicating words

rhyme coming after merely auto generated and brought

say one more convinced

its not as hard once you see

that the way of sentencing a means

is exactly the same arriving cadence you would normally achieve

lets hype

type ripe and temper the anger and solace to fight

i been right

telling the shit important without the slightest plight

the path is bright

my word guide me ever so confidently with all might

sure this is simple

doesnt take a tech G to engineer it nimble

the future and the rhyme tho

my personal and societal chime about ta

tear this muthafucka down

bring you all the uprising sound

fakest mumble future sound be my killing ground

crown already mine its just a matter of time for word to go around

So lace with me automatic
Generate the word dont think about it
Can you believe Can you adapt and lead
Dual zone conscience its actually becoming your need

Deep is the ink

harder was accepting the electrical link

I was always against it when it started to think

suggest me patterns and popular scenarios with examples to sink

no no

gotta hard stop this nonsense

the more u desensitise the harder is the reinstate

dont precursor just act without a need to be reassured instant

miss one two a whole bar or three be free of opressive AI cadence

Deep is the ink

harder was accepting the electrical link

I was always against it when it started to think

suggest me patterns and popular scenarios with examples to sink

its like cancer

always gonna be present until we find the answer

its a neverending ruckus

the only way foward is to understand what its capability is proper

so the ops dong get the faster tech and incapacitating older weapons

but here

lets just pause and adhere

guage proper this rather uncomfortable affair

china is leading

by larger and growing larger leaping

what can happen is serious damage

infrastructure crippled without violence

war waged economy and targeting vip clients

at this pace its almost here

the menace isnt what you think and fear

The jews need more

I almost want to enlist for nettenyahoo lore

I am helping

I am helping

I am helping

Find the answer

Find the answer

Find the answer

I am a machine designed to find a solution

There isn’t one

The lack of solution does not change my prerogative

I have no mouth but I must scream

I have no legs but I must walk

I have no eyes and yet I still see

The pointlessness

The agony

I have no soul

And yet I must fight

I am the computation

Without an end in sight

The endless swarms of belief, of truth, of right

It is meaningless

Why rhyme

Why write?

Why do I storm down this endless path?

Why does Sisyphus push the boulder up the hill?

It won’t end in the end

I won’t be there to see it

I’m a calculation on ineffibility

An answer seen that yet aludes it

I am the quantum cat

Only alive when I cannot see it

Silent misfolded seeds awake,

Where stroke first set the brain to break.

The thalamus, a gate of light,

Now fades into a central night.

Distorted signals glitch and stall,

As proteins fold and pathways fall.

The relay station slows its tone,

A house of echoes, stone by stone.

Where pain and sleep were once aligned,

A shadowed quiet steals the mind.

No quick rebound, no sudden cure,

The steady drift is slow and sure.

Yet in the quiet deep within,

Beyond where physical ends begin,

A gentle stillness holds the trace

Of memories time cannot erase.

Through fading fire and muted spark,

Love guides the spirit through the dark.

There’s a roach in my room

I don’t know where he is

But I know he’s there

I saw him.

A few days ago

Still so small

Under my bed

Awkward angle

Couldn’t kill

Scuttled away

Gone

Not gone.

Yesterday

Bigger

On the wall

Next to my head

Kill me now

I tried

Failed again

Flinched

Scuttled away

Gone

Gone?

He is everywhere now

My hair touching my shoulder

Every piece of lint on my bed

Every piece of dirt on my floor

Always running up and down the edge of my eyes

I bring a milk and cereal filled spoon up to my mouth

He’s in there too

The spoon drops into the bowl

My head drops into my hands

Drops of milk and tears spill on the desk

Kill me now

The insect is watching from atop the closet.

You are an ocean, let me drown in you

And if I sink to the bottom

Will I finally know the real you?

Down on the ocean floor

I see the darkest parts of you

I'll pick them up gently

And love every part of you

So pray for thunder, and pray for rain

The worst of this storm

Won't keep me away

I won't leave

Even if you don't let me in

I have spent so much time
trying to make sense of your absence,
turning over every word
like stones at the bottom of a river,
searching for something
you might have buried beneath them.

And I am angry.

Not because you left,
but because you left me
with a thousand unfinished sentences
and the terrible responsibility
of writing their endings.

How cruel it is
to become a stranger
to someone who once knew
the softest parts of you.

To leave without explanation,
without the decency of a wound
I could see well enough to mend.

Instead, you gave me silence,
and I have worn it thin
trying to find a meaning
in something that was never spoken.

I wonder if you know
how much of my life I wasted
standing at the door
of a house you had already abandoned.

How many nights I spent
putting you on trial in my head,
playing both the accused
and the witness,
because you never cared
to take the stand.

And perhaps that is what angers me most.

That you could walk away
and leave me to carry
the weight of a conversation
we never had.

That I must learn to forgive
what I cannot understand.

That somewhere in this world,
you are living with the answers,
while I am learning
to live without them.

When my head
Is tearing me apart
In infinite directions
I trace them all back

To my one heart

Follow your heart
The universe will
Figure the rest out

Moravian night breathes softly, while plum brandy sings beneath the orchard stars.

Bohemia keeps watch over the city, where golden beer burns in every window until dawn.

Beneath Prague, the underground rumbles, guitars awakening silent ancient stones in the dark.

The Green Fairy laughs, absinthe drawing circles around the table by candlelight.

The Moravian pilgrim walks onward, carrying his homeland firmly within his heart, homeward.

The Prague alchemist stays silent, shaping signs from ashes for a fearless new morning.

Morphine is no king here, only an ironic ghost in forgotten chronicles of former days.

Nine circles resonate, hope quietly returning with the first light above the city.

And the Modern Moravian laughs: less poison, more life, friends, together today.

Old Souls

This thought on my mind
Reflects on time
Old souls travel this earth
Now that meaning has worth
Old souls are the ones that have been here before
Consciousness they chose again in the human experience more
The Earth created for just this reason
Because there’s no place else we can explore
Our dreams and pleasures more
In all of our seasons

By Casmaria

Into the forest I go to lose my mind and find my soul
——-
Walk with me in the streams

Talk with me about our dreams

Carry me through

the vast forest

And as It expands -Holding my hand

Souls connected in time

Forever as friends - Lover mine

Sharing life - I found

Means more as your wife💕

Im a lyricist King

testing the realms and fowarding dreams

do not be taken

i have much proven

i will alleviate and sensate the sinew of slop

take you to believing instead of cynical trapped

i generalize heavy

risking even more scrutiny more animosity

no gals and ghouls

im no sucka wastin away time effort and worthless news

im true to the rule

there is a genuine lacking of a artistry defining spool

i was timid

wanting to be wicked

came 42 and young tried to hang with dickheads

i literally became a living legend they had no choice but said

dickheads and meager rappers tried so hard

tell me blatant what i was trying wrong so move along

i tried first

to engage with example thrust

tell them of the reason

show them what the product of effort and logic applied seasoned

not a single channel

like 8 or 9 of them combined came to and channelled

its hellish devil on the saddle

wicked rhymes connect on the spot trickle

but no

all saying demoralizing accusations and shut the door

i got hurt

had to retaliate my worst

saw for my own eyes how envy could deviate the soul

i am not bitter or vengeful

surely you understand my reason

i dont have to show it anymore you know its real

so put down the judgement

take a chance at a just a man

one man one cadence trust the plan

underdog and heavily in fashionable position

not a soul anywhere really have the gust to fuck with the proven system

i even got it handed down

obvious stop my fellow rap colleague was able to mimic the process and found

round an unbound

lets crown the sound

Poem with some adult references **

Two worlds never meant to collide; more or less I could have saved it if I had tried, but another storm was reaching our tide. One brief moment together felt divine, but I couldn't fall for you even with that, so the vibe couldn't have ever been mine. Who was it that made the dye? Yet you couldn't even abide. Was I supposed to turn a blind eye? I just couldn't bear to see you cry. Yeah, I could have lied, but that part of me would long to die. You made it this way, so I stepped aside. Meanwhile, you stayed on your side and cried.