Scared to Live

crouched, contorted, looking to be
aborted…word wombs have prematurely
given me up, adopted by another tongue,
i am but, spit upon the sun, sizzling ego,
poked thru and overdone…image rippled
water, breeched by a manmade horizon,
overlapped from a false extension…hairweave
interpreting a bald rendition…a mere truth
seeker, attending a liars convention…un
conscious of one’s participation…

forged handwritings to convince fear
there is no end, there is, just a mirror,
stretching, catching wind of that blowing
on the other side…what is the destination
of light, an optical illusion of mind’s eye…
you think time, panic feels infinite, but
your foresight is short…yesterday, today,
and tomorrow, a physical fuck sport, now
ever is…nothing between night and day
can be measured that way, you cannot
hold the weight of such a thought, our
god is but a superhuman, created by 10%
of our intuition, we have at least 9 more
planets to solar our system, into a formation
that informs the empathetic appealer, of
wall less wonders…i am not claiming to
know, what notes my fingers thru keys
have played…but i have met schizophrenics
who can with hand gestures, compute the
exact waistline of the universe, i met one
who sowed mother nature a dress…

crouched, contorted…i am down here,
on earth, attempting to find the lost biblical
books of self…but all i can seem to find is,
my mortality…scared i will die, if i stand up,
to this bully, called life…

This was cool.....love how you wrote it as one huge extended metaphor....made it fun to read....Like how the structure goes along with the idea that this was just one big stream of thought that came all at once....

I was feeling like this right here this morning when I woke up....sometimes i have this thought or something like it when I first wake up in the mnorning:

you think time, panic feels infinite, but
your foresight is short…yesterday, today,
and tomorrow, a physical fuck sport, now
ever is…nothing between night and day
can be measured that way, you cannot


that was kinda spooky to read Ledge....

been a while but i am familier with your work, if i remember correctly this isnt your thing, this was almost freeesyle rap. however i was feeling it the whole way through, good structure, deep meaning, awesome metaphore(s). so many thoughts, and so compact and immediate, it was refreshing to read. it seems to me that you had to be true with your self (if it was written about you) or you have an amazing way of exspressing things on paper, whichever it is (or either) , its sawesome.
keep up