WEEK THREE: MR J 1-1 vs OBJECTIVE 1-1 Mr J WINS

[Objective]

Originally Posted by Mr. J

Might need the ext @Objective unless you have something ready I can throw it together tonight.

I need 1 too and logged on to ask for one. Saw this thread got 1 more post and thought: "SHIT, I better write something quick to show, haha" This will do favors for the both of us :)

[Objective]

To ask your faults
which tasks to hold
you seek within as LSD pass the salt.
The lies he told ... himself ... Is his hell
put on display with dismay
masked in awe.
The darkened thought astronaut withold
the truth for his past and youth that blasted all,
then transformed his layered mask for y'all
...
I'm a good sport with emptiness' basketball
yet distress in hoops won't last through fall...
Sleeps a mess, yet my flex is in tune
to complex secrets that's a reflection of YOU.
My mistress is Fear and Loathing, I miss having a boo...
searching the groove to care for something. (That's actually true)
Keep few friends near to breathe internal atmospheres
n' steer clear from eternal fractal years. (That's for tears)
Sadness is what laughter bears. Perhaps with guidance
clouds will clear when emotions are allianced.
Cus' solitude arise when my snapchat open nudes
from queens that keep me posted, lewd,
singing along to bondage tunes...
Don't fret, I'm grinning, winning along,
you bet it's mostly cute and the sinning is strong!
yet it's time to disconnect the chute, living a song,
correct the void I'm bringing along,
to reconstrue the world that was destroyed.
No time to act a boy. In fact my manly tact is joy,
to focus my energy and avoid an active asteroid.
Yes! I'm past annoyed,
but the skies ahead seems freeing, and lead me
to believing, what I'm seeing isn't grieving.
I am heeding the opening, coping by envolping it
to knock the itch of what I might find,
then suck it up to leave darkness behind.
(She's such a bitch!)
You don't wanna know what the option is...
I walk through the door to my mind
cus it's finally time to open it with bliss as my wishes.
So I'm jumping... and floating ... no fronting, it's conscious and real.
And vicscious to the blind eye not living the dream.
Fuck a topical league,
no more white lies,
this is how I actually feel
Despite the fact that questions and clues to "Who am I?"
are impressions that might lose it and die (or simply continue to be)
You don't have to ask why
cus' this' the version of self I'm ready to kill.
Just had to learn from inside mind, to fly, is an achievable skill,
and if you believe it, you will.