Temper...

Mad rush for chains, mi armo, forcibly holding Christ
Some seek a change for their karma, yet won't think twice
Before rolling a pair of dice trying to get into paradise
Yet some remain oblivious to how eyes as a pair applies.
I could not be the sun light, willing sinking into the seas
However the heavenly settlement still remains new to me,
Subtle consequences as relentless than holding tongues
While knowing of the sentiments is like scolding only one
Train of thought for its discourse. I know that its time
Cries for an immediate devorce. For standing in line
I am left with little a recourse, as I've coursed in mind.
So with this depicting diction scripted, forcing rhymes
I have not yet to replace like the moment's appetite.
Like fish after lunar reflection's opening casting line;
"You cannot catch what you can see
Even if I am that light beyond sight of which you fancy..."

A Defamed Frame of Mind.

Do not turn a gremlin into a villain,
Making them the victim like an emblem of the wrong decisions.
Scapegoats have their purpose as do men and women
Coupled and yet we continue causing trouble
Beyond the means of reason.
I would call it seizing the season
Yet the spices scold the tongue beyond reason
So the craving of the day should not
Orchestrate the way that "fools" behave.
Please avoid becoming a slave to consensus,
Hinting to us about a momentous
Change of mind which my later on prove to be
Strange at times when it is normal to conform.
However the heat of a mob invites you to come form
The basis for its belligerence.
Augment its ground for an argument
Or are you meant to follow in a hollow tense
Of the phrase in their foot steps because where their foot left
Was the right effort's predecessor, becoming stressors in numbers
And a cumbersome wonder, hotter than summer's under-
Arms as something funky. One piece of advice,
When it comes to advice for a vice, don't get comfy.
Let one who is without spite remain without spite
To be about the right frame of mind
Against heinous crimes we paint in time's progression.
In time, the value of life's lessons process.
Regardless, don't get carried away by its ebb
Like another soul in debt to those legitimately skeptical
About how and why the septic flows.

Overheard over heads.

Truly who can beg to differ
About stress placed upon a trigger
Ready to blow away a bigger picture
That we have yet to know?

Experience was the killer
Suspect of individuals unable to handle
Ample heat from a candle's warmth
Changing what is read through growth.

Perspectives shift seamless
Where alignment has lost placement.
Heaven's basement changes faces
So often, it was said to throw

Value out of view to validate
That the concrete should be the candidate
To dictate what life's work animates
Setting abstract truth afloat.

Passing...

Neither can I say, nor do I quite know
Weather I will come down like heavy rain or light snow
Once walls collapse as the last barrier to fight colds
Heat and the varying sorts to which I keep spiteful.
My tongue, potentially vendictive, restricts my language
From the spur of the moment expression of any pain and anguish
That only requires time to decypher with a prayer
Like the orange layer by an effort conveyed for
Later attempts at nourishment. Yet I peel back now
Thousands of mask irregardless of the cash cows
That would profit from my forefit, exploit its
Means of ration merely for the masses enjoyment.
This was originally a missile deployment at my woes
But as I said, time can heal. You know how that goes.
We can either laugh out of spite or cry by happiness.
However, once said and done, what actions come after this?