From the start I know it was a no go
For the wind blew the opposite and low
For the grace was not found on one hand
Like the writing no S.O.S is written in the sand
Just a flow that wasn't meant to bebe
For my nature wasn't to believe
It was icing on the cake without butter
Tho it was a message to reflect from each other
For my heart wept
For my focus i didn't rep
From a downhill trouble
Vision blurry I did see double
Crowded it couldn't even be whizzed off like coke
It felt like a daze of sided face of a never ending stroke
Left a lesson I see it through
Sown together i felt the dew
Coming off the let off of hope
For my message was to see past and cope
And linger into something more visible
More of a pain I can still see it livable
Through the downstairs cold
I was caught past the untold
Of how and what brought me your way
For I always see past the day
When you didn't want to lay
O my my do i even stay
Or embark on a journey torn apart
For I am the one having to push the empty cart
To a place I can call my own
No putting down but leaving the phone
Meads of what the nature bleeds
Turn to the lessons learned that feeds
Off my energy that has been pulled apart
I knew the challenge I was facing from the start
To push me past your beauty of art
Of getting what I was drawn out to be
I just want to be in a land of the free
Escaped from the degree
Of lightning and thunder bolting through shape
I push past the yellow outlined tape
To keep pushing ahead when I already feel you guessed it dead
This is just the simple measures outlined in red
From my ghostly figure that I call my flesh and bone
I erase my what I done and keep gone
To brawl in a call to the wild side
That I'm about to face my own tide
If reluctant genocide of capitalism
I want to focus on the prism
Of downplaying my emotions that ride
Spread my wings and hang on for the glide
Through the serum of once said
My mind is focused buy my eyes are presently red
Even without a drink in my hand
I keep spinning the wheels of a one man band
Taught by my own kind
I ser no ser the hide
I was always mentioned in my wake
To see what was the real Blake
No meds or anything of that nature
Like I roam the night I'm still my own creature
Seen in the light I give eyes a meaning
To be a troubadour even if I'm Grieving
My mistakes in a bag left broken
My token is to patch the Loki spoken
Lane I drift
Press the clutch and shift
Into gear to steer
Away from the trouble I created with a beer
My outlook is my own sown of reap
I feel the questions but do I sea it deep
Spring feed I keep failing to succeed
I wet the playing mark of a saxophone reed
To keep rerouting the damaged seed
That all walks of life are DNA bound
I feel the waves in any giving persuaded sound
To fight the blessing that didn't come with a cost
For one day I know il see past the lost
That I faced along this road
For one hop past the hair and the tourist of the turtle I told
A so from now on I roll coal
On the parade of flowers I left with silt from a hole
I find my energy deep down in my soul
To break away from the untold
And learn to walk away instead of fold
The cards where delt in different strides
For I came to be from all different aspect from all different sides
I got caught in the middle of dimples
For I keep on looking for the pimples
To pop and stop the flow with elegant transparent
For if the day comes that will be a parent
To guide the ball into the light
I will end this message with candle of flight
This is my proclamation
Of my own Deception
Sincerely Blake Robert 3/2/2023
P.S. 6:25 arrive alive and by all measures take the dive to strive for what you want this is just me hitting the tobacco spicy blunt for I need to go out and hunt for my sins are tea ball hit as a sacrificed bunt I'm not here to flaunt but keep you guessing what's to come do I look dumb? It's present is a bump that will never fail to throw you up For I gotta keep the airway clean sump the water that has been a mump of the almighty flump Keep trying even if you never back down I want to live the visionary hospital gown and erase the past press the gas away from the town for my surreal craves the own of the walks of living with the crow that persona is a raven. My purpose is what I'm craven!
About the Creator
Blake Robert
I Write to express my own outlook on any giving thing I come across or think about. Please give me insight on things if you have any input to how I can become better at what I do. Remember LoveWhoYouR!
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