TWELF (About)

(If down) is up..

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This is morticide
For your mind
That’s been what I’m about:
Killin death
Billed it’s next
To nap kin, and wiped em out:

Taken, plus the spent clips
Crime scene
Wiped clean
Revelation ten six:
Time peace
I’m free..

I’m about flow, so
I’m about ozone
Since about ‘03
Been about to OD..

Of time is “yes”..

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Time waits for no man
Time space is flow land
Time chases flow’s sand
Time waits for flow’s hand..

Think about it: Time is dead
Think of nouns as time instead
Think about the time ahead:
Blink about what eyes have said..

Think of now, if time’s regrets
Sink you down at times - repent!
Think of doubt as time expressed
Singin loud, but time is deaf..

Think of how it’s blind, and yet
Thinkin’s how it’s eyes are checked
Think it out: If time is dead
Think about it’s time of death..

(12ixY1qiZ..)

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If alive, freedom lives
If the eyes see a gift:
Home is not abandoned
Flow is automatic..

To try is to trip
The why is a whip
Alive is a trip:
Just a ride in the whip..

What you see is what you get
But to be is just to let
What is seen - you just expect
What’s a dream, but trust in bed..

(But spelled in glyphs..)

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Still here? Still alive!
Still ears, still the mind
What am I? Only gift
Otherwise, don’t exist..

Therefore, since alive
There’s more of it inside
Filled with the flow of life
Still livin? Shown the light..

Still beacon for the eyes
Still breathin? You’re a signed
Post-it-note
Full of flow
Still the reason you’re alive..

As such
That must
Mean there is more to flow
Lil huevos?
Still able!
Seeds buried, born to grow..

If you’re still able to fight
It means you’re winning
(If war is fatal, you.. die
This means you’re living)

(↑ Hint) You’re still here
This means you’re still able
Since you’re still scared
It means you’re real brave then..

Snake charm..

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What help to fate
Is calculate?
Shall we date?
Who tells it straight?
Me?
Am I free
If I see
Just a seed

Of the tree
That will be
But I eat
Up the seed?
But I need
Not rely
On my eye
Socket lies

Cuz the seed
Once released
Under deep
Clumps of peat
Moss tossed:
Holocaust?
Holiday!
On its way!

So is flow:
Boldly go
No control
Though below
Know it grows
Full of hope
Open scope
Though I don’t

Have it’s angle
Thankful:
It’s faithful
The bankroll
That makes no
Debtors
But the clever
Whom fate owes..

Of root control..

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The warrior’s mind
Is born at night
Or it dies
Before the fight
Rewarding pride
Abhors the light
As morning’s might
Torments the night..

And so I use
A flow to move
To open views
From broken tombs
Like open wounds
That close by noon
Then show the moon
It’s own - exhumed..

I only muse
In overviews
If goals to prove
Are overused
To show what you
Could only prove
If told by roots
That grow in you..

Type of sight..

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This is a different
Type of site
Within it is an infinite
Type of sight..

Which isn’t intellect’s
Light, but like
Gifts from a dinner guest
Might excite..

I do not know
I, through a flow
Express
What is left
To my eye when it’s closed..

In infinite darkness
A miniature spark gets
Magnified
Candle light
Which isn’t discarded..

Poetry is structure
A strict limitation
But flow can erupt there
Within it innovation..

By means of it’s limits
A dream has a rigid
Form
But it’s born
To be seen, that condition

Permits the observation
Of invisible
Visuals
With their contemplation
Wisdom’s condensation..

For infinite flow
Before given prose
Is amorphous
Of course it’s
Form isn’t known..

Reality is poetry
Poetry’s a camera scene
Gallery and opening
Showing what it’s capturing:

Thoughts into shapes
The “law” is to paint
A flaw to explain
What is God to a brain?

Without a limitation
On how I fill these pages:
Drowned in information
Soundless as your grave drifts..

No mandible
I’d ramble still
On and on forever
Like God if he had never
Saw what he had said first..

This way I condense it
This way lo comprendes
(Spanish:
Understand it)
This way flow directs it

And adds a little flavor
That has a million neighbors
And that means
As seen
Grasped in different layers..

Just like reality:
What eyes actually
See
Isn’t seen:
Just a mind imagining..

Boundless creativity
Found a shape for it to be
“Outside the box”
Lies a thought’s
Fate: Adrift at sea..

In the outer darkness
And not the seat of light
Power is an artist’s
Quality of sight..

Infinite possibility
Given a solid entity
To represent
Best a cen-
tillionth of all divinity..

Me, I’m just an instrument
Maybe a flugelhorn
You will see what isn’t meant
Favoring uniforms..

Con em to pay up
Options to pay down:
Mafia playgrounds..

Options to choose: One
Problems? Solution
Not just excuses:
Profit from stupid

Promised, but useless
“Content” of two cents
All of this is super-
Sonic and blue chip..

Honest and Ruthless
Possibly gruesome
Conscious? The tool kit
For constant confusion..

Much higher options
Subscribers can adopt - None:
All the other benefits
The smallest one is nested with..

Free’s the foundation
Greed’s out of payments
Knees bowed to Satan
Eat out their rapist..

We found his bank then
He bowed to greatness..
Yes, I suck less
Than success
I suspect..

New cusswords..

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Fiddlesticks -
So flabbergasted!
“Idiot -
Those have a patent..”

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Reader supported?
No, writer supported
Readin’s rewarded
Your eyes are the origin..

Ears are where faith comes
Fear has to take up
Golf in the Persian
Waters still thirstin

For pauper or servant:
For thoughts to invert them
The altars to burn them
I’m callin them verses..

Break some dishes
Made of limits
“What is this -
Muffin mix?”
Break.. bake..
Rape.. rake..
Close enough -
Only once..

Feedin you the remedy
Free is truth’s indemnity
Lies bared
While they’re
Breedin new celebrities..

Why not?
Rhyme’s all
I talk..

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Paul two point oh
All new voids the old
Not new - joy is old
All truth’s void and flow..

I actually hate poetry
And generally
Everything
I like to do
Sighted thru
That which creates molds for me..

Scratch, delete, with no debris
To build it from
The will of one
Scratched a key: It molded me
To tumblers
Not to jugglers..

No, I don’t read poetry
Still I seem to write it..
“So, your motive’s ovaries
Fillin jeans with tight hips..”

..cuz if it doesn’t rhyme
What’s missin in my mind
Is the intricate disguise
In the rhythm of design..

Other artists:
Just some carpet
I don’t follow
Not a fan:
“Just some garbage?”
Just some varnish:
Fine old block, tho
Got to sand..

Folly, first to stain if
Polyurethaned, if
Not resurfaced, fake if
Shoddy work is painted..

All regurgitated
To call a work “creative”
Gotta first create one
“Ah, that’s sure.. created!”

Yeah, I don’t think so
I don’t think that way
Fads, I don’t speak clone
I won’t sing and play

Along with a hymnal
What song? If a pistol’s
Palmed, but it clicks tho
What’s gone? Is the clip full?

Cartridges
The artist gives
Marketin
Department is
More a blank
For a “Bang!”
More the same:
Bored insane..

Toward that aim
More insane:
(Stay calm..)
H-BOMB!!!

Incredible
Megalo
Megaton..
EVERYONE!!!

++paul 2.0