(Featured image is of Peter Brughels – Fall of Icarus)
(Image in Soundcloud link is an original)
Fabricated Flight is a poem and song inspired by the tale of Icarus, it is a reflection of my sense of self worth and my perception of my goals. Please enjoy and Share (Lyrics/Poem Below link)
What do you wanna fly?
Fuck manners I’ve waited my turn.
No instructions so how could you learn.
I will drape myself in this weight like a lead cape.
Steel skin rusting, fussing is part of the art.
I put myself together by first falling apart.
And my attentions been of the charts.
Honing in to that bullseye like throwing a dart.
Which states of the art? Because I’ll move there happily.
And watch that whole world trail on after me.
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(Because I’m mad zen maybe nine times out of ten, but 1/10ths still 3 days a month that it all comes undone and I let my mouth run.
Some guys trust the guise of the blue skies
Some folks only focus on the on their dead hopes. While I?
Man, I strive for that Icarus kiss of the sky if I could fly for a moment in time then Its fine…And I don’t give a fuck how peter Brugheul paints me.)
At least I made wings y’all didn’t make anything. I guess that was Daedelus, I asked my dad he just told me to snap out of it. Because he’s seen me like this before sure. In all types of light but even In the light of love I’m still the writing type Im still the fighting type but see I put my fist down now I don’t care if you don’t like my type.
Because
Your blanket statements won’t keep you warm.
The humans being man thats just a form
These prescriptions won’t cure the symptoms
When some addictions are to the core
There’s gotta be more(x4)
So I move on down the coast just to b-more
And it’s gonna be so so raven
But I’m more of a crow tho with my flow yo so cloaked like Frodo I’m baggin it up…
and I’m backing it up in my off-road sport LE.
That’s a joke you wouldn’t get unless you know me personally and personally
I think the measure of a man is what his word can reach.
True liberation through a verb curved purposely.
Cursing or cussing I’m telling you something.
It’s like somebody took the lid off of my hip hop.
And while I’m mad zen …
maybe nine times out of ten, but 1/10ths still 3 days a month that it all comes undone and I let my mouth run.
Some guys trust the guise of the blue skies
Some folks only focus on the on their dead hopes. While I?
Man, I strive for that Icarus kiss of the sky if I could fly for a moment in time then Its fine…And I don’t give a fuck how peter Brugheul paints me.)
And for what?
me and my beats will become more abstract.
No tempo no track no keys and no snaps.
Forgive me I don’t fix my MIDI.
I let the track the stand.
I think inflection is important,
some samples imported but always distorted and filtered or kiltered and everything’s free.
I’m tryna show you how it feels to have steel wings strapped to a feather weight.
Tell me don’t jump. I’m to stubborn for your better way.
Never crushed like a rubber man.
I’m luffy or luffy aloof but you’ll love me. And either way I’m in one piece.
The sea is so vast and fabricated But as it ripples and rides
I don’t worship the waves man I worship tides
And as they’re passing me by
I don’t worship ships but I worship the size
And the keels
hold it together man hold it together man.
So far, from typical thoughts have spawn pitiful. I believe in my core, endured principles.
And yo it’s funny, because I don’t care about the money.
But understand that demanding respect.
Often translates to the size of your check.
To that I effect I’ll never break my neck
except for natures debt, which I accept.
I feel truly indebted to.
Thank the world which has raised fed, bedded and embedded me.
I just really want to be influential, essentially essential to the world through intention.
From papers, inventions and honorable mentions.
Man of the Renaissance, or at least to that effect, read aloud in my epitaph.
Man I can’t help but laugh when I think of that. It makes me happy in a deep place.
So you can save face, it’s true that I take hate graciously. Try to keep pace with me and you’ll find your mind hating me.
But I accept love spaciously and patiently.
When I say stay with me, I mean mentally mystically spiritually artistically,
I don’t give a shit about visually or sexually.
So perplexed by me you’ll feel detest for me.
Even the lift of flight comes off that downward push and look.
I would risk my life, absorb spite in this dormant light.
For just a second at the northern lights.
Because even through the quirks and the irksome.
Even through the filth and the boredom.
Even through the hate and and rejection despite the infection.
And all these irrational assholes, tangled in their own awareness. I don’t care it’s.
Still so beautiful to be alive.
So that’s why I’m done trusting majority because it occurred to me falling from the sky that this was all I’d ever really wanted But I still didn’t see me going like this.
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