~ Errol ~

Urbanized-rural drives
Serpent-like swerving on binding, sleepless nights
Ripe with angst and a mix of addictive picks designed to ease the spite
All of the streetlights shining sadistic smirks in sequenced watch-dog bliss
Over the people stripped of sleep and thought who speak with lock-jaw wit
Seeping rock star grit when the smart phones click to capture
Caught up in a vicious pattern of wanting to live faster to be a part of the thickened pastures
Glitz and glamour us phantomous
Channel the scattered lust into cantankerous maladjusted disastrous social standards with handles of gold we hold but these midas hands will rust
Trampled trust in tattered husks from cancerous attempts to fatten us
The catalyst to cattle us till ash to dust
But that's enough of the lathered fluff that's gathered up through the course of a lifespan
The hand in cuff sort
Distortion of flight plans
To soar to where mortars and kites can
No more boarded to floors with the night stands
Swimming forward
Exploring through time's sand but it's quick so I'm sinking in dry land
But I think if I give in to mind expansion I can exist when time collapses
Hide in the past with primalist passion
Dive through the depths to find Atlantis
Climb from ashes
Prying mantis
Hands unfolded
Holding hope through lonely slopes if only for the memory of my holy ghosts that used to hold me close back when I used to know it all
Throwing balls at stone walls
Using jokes as bone saws
Spewing a vocal barrage
Focusing hard on a global mirage
Slowly evolving
Becoming an optimist
Suddenly stopping to give to the call of fulfilling my ultimate 'point-scoring-soccer-kicks'
The utocalypse toppling bliss, chopping off limbs and taking away
But I'm staking my claim in the land of love to share with my neighbors for sake of the gain


(~ Purposeflo ~)


~ KyloRich ~

Woke up healing, regaining a feeling of a time that I was alive
If I was alive, then why don’t I cry?
No tears from beneath my eye
Got a very special way to hide the things
That are uncomfortable, so no confrontate
So I push them down, gotta bottle up the feelings
No accountability, complete with old deams
Old memories segregated, from the place that made em
It ain’t safe to save em, so I hide em in the haven
Of the cave of my EYE, just a little bit down the coastline
It’s a deadly rough road with a windy path
Devil’s Elbow – where the waves crash
“Why don’t you go back?”
Cause the overcast always clouds my path
Ima find a way though
The lighthouse lit it with a little bit of sunlight
And now the fog starts to pass
So the beautiful pine trees are coming into view
The ceiling seems to close in, faster than it opens
I’m hopin to follow the path of the ritchous broken
Barely copin with the fact that I made it - I mean, I put in my time
To climb to the top of the 9-5 chain of food assembly line
I tried to find mine – made a little money, but my soul keeps fallin
Deeper and deeper, on my hands and knees on the ground I’m crawlin


~ Errol ~

But we find a way to stay wide awake
Try to break from the frame of the lifeless game
The night terrain of lion cage tight-rope tiptoeing
A fight to be alive
Dine and dash on the price to pay
Find a passionate right of way or decide to hide and stray from what could actually brighten your days
Happiness hiding mistakes and paving the greatest path to travel and unravelling the sky for a change
Someday I will die and you'll be fine
You will die and they'll survive
They will die and who will mind?
Everything that we know will be consumed by time
Truth entwined with faith and a heightened state of appreciation on our individual races to a home or destination