Hook

Standing on my throne,
Chewing on a bone,
Booking doubt alone,
All and nothing known.

Bend with a dog left ,
Trifica bird bet,
Flight a path of best,
To go on rest.

Sight in the eye,
Tear to the cry,
Try the stop why,
Never on the best bye.

So if I am up to know good,
Your under my flap hood,
Me over my mac mood,
With my hook in you!

FTBAS 4.28.12

Mirror

Balance the apple,
Gloss a sample,
Death on rampage,
With a twelve gauge.

Of leather and dirt,
Torn and hurt,
Masked over,
Under cover,

So the end of time,
Comes in our time,
Of minutes may bye,
Saints may cry.

Gods answer,
Faith cancer,
Skin blister,
Twin sister.

Mirror reveal,
Mirror conceal,
Mirror for real,
Mirror knows the deal.............


FTBAS 4.26.12

Flow

New water,
Out farther,
Old man outta,
Been there whatta,
Seen plain as texting,
War a blasting,
Gossip a pasting,
Copy is waiting,
A eve of tasted,
Lack of wasted,
So in practice,
I am everlastess,
My word play in maskness,
This,
In the ink I drift,
On the paper I rip,
So I dance you now,
Reel cross the floor,
In the middle of a soft note,
Right to the top of my bottom flow.....................

FTBAS 3.23.12