I dont pick them In a selfish way I dismiss its significance Im sort of a Savant with an Avant-garde reduction of the pen sauce I paint them like houses then plate them in freeze dried compartments Only to thaw them out after a prompt is tossed Seems they are running wild a lot Im keeping soil for them in fish guts , some Nitrogen and Roundup So those gardens never get plucked I made benches from the timber that fell off the truck And a couple of beehives for the honey so my words dont get stuck Some of those are plastic get 10 for a dollar or at least that much It may be that the cost is so complex Don't get shared evenly so the mark-up is stressed You can keep them because my ears need rest Better yet .... Finish that line Look in the mirror , clap and encourage yourself... Notes taken.... ©️thelyricalexodus #tresduravia

✨🙌🏾Devlyn Decadence🙌🏾✨ @Devlyn Decadence has reached the fifth resonance of the Aftertongue™ path the stage where words design. In the Guild of Lexicon, Level Five is the maker’s threshold: language becomes architecture, and sentences learn to bear weight. Her consistency, precision, and emotional intelligence have strengthened the sound structure of this circle. The Lexicon remembers those who craft what was unsaid.

It's so distracting Acting like I got all the sense in the world But it seems odd to me the stress we have as a culture Look up and see Buzzards in circles talking "They cant beat you huh?" Load that Gun with shells and say " what do you want" I now have to use the big fonts.... Let off two shots just to prove a point Brain sometimes go on a call Never answered the land line cause they are removed from the house So I'm mobile now A Gypsy in theory down padded walls 8 to the straight jacket that I wear with the buckles in front You think I need help right? Or some insight for the recite ... It's the even hands of creativity emotionally I juggle So pages become hand-grenades... Pull the Pen with me My Men Tall Help is alright with me!!! Exit With Extreme Prejudice And Bust The Mic And Kick The stand.... ©️thelyricalexodus #tresduravia

Power get down Power Stick around Power Culture to spit words of hope Power Never settle for the weak dope Power Strength to the covenant of truth Power To the advancement of lyrical establishments Bear witness Ahead of the class No late pass Water the blades of grass with inspired rain The kind on your brain Power Get down No warning shots this time around ©️thelyricalexodus #tresduravia

Picture a Perfect line As a wrist turns As fingers type Your thoughts reside in a vast world of life As they rise like cream to the top You skim off the feelings of less than Stir up the gifts of Enoughness Template the pace to completion Meditation on what to speak Preform to uncover .... Dreams to Art ©️thelyricalexodus #tresduravia