Hip Hop 1.30.10

Some don't react well
Some love it
But all react

10.11.09

The teeth of the people

Now to go find some more wonderful; a different branch of wonderful
Consistent elements, alternate perspectives
New environments, fixed responses
Harsh winds and heavy rains, lighter eyes without bright cosmic influences
Darker stares without slow, vulnerable securities
Metallic in lieu of matte primaries
Shouts over whispers
Stride tramples over step

A new terrain
A jungle

A predictive future

The ocean is incredibly small.
Giant, mutated hills with downward stares, making a mockery of the blue.
Primitive, organic comrades. Made rivals by a younger cosmic aftershock.
One finally conquered by the other.
The hills stand, heavy with fabricated influence.
Their time is approaching soon.
Blue stays, only swayed by distant relativity that which is the wind; acting as a team, never won over by this frequent, particular guest.
Never conquered.
Until now.
Who was the threat? Who won?
Who will win?
In this bland, yet terrifying domain.
Potentially real.


Intricate designs disappear after awhile, do they return?
Where is a cause when the effect's are so obvious and loud?

Ideals take precedence over reality, and we lose.

Always pattern

I wish that to be me - That beak of rugged edged cliff yearning out towards the oceanistic mass.
Tonight, the chill I felt was undue to the choreographed ice.
it was the absence; you.

Believe I discovered trademark and easy inconsistency, simultaneously.

Perhaps and I will hide even not so

I opened a bag of typical, unassuming items.
They, waiting to be kindled in the least obnoxious manner.
A trio of quintessential memories stared me in the eyes, which could not deny them.

I sure do miss the coast.

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Either
1 or 2
yes or no
right or wrong
do or don't
move or still
love or no love


I did it because it was the last of my two options.