Fearless

Dedicated to the people I admire the most.

Look to side, person, and I am already gone.
For I am fearless, and have already taken a step ahead.
If you fall, I will reside behind you to hold you.
Don't fear, do not heed the crass that is stroven upon you.

Rest and fight in peace.

Beatbox Bugger

Beatbox bugger,
come snugga-wugga-schremabi-lugga,
pause, for musicians must.

Followtherhythmthatbemissinaroundyou,
addthebarthatbemissingaround you,
speak freely, deal out them vicious beats,
they're your right to spit and speak.

Beatbox bugger.
Followed by notes that can't be written down.

Beatbox bugger.

The Real Midas

He is the real Mr. Midas,
and as he rubs his hands in preparation,
gold dust falls, and golden notes echo throughout existence.

He is one who doesn't question value, doesn't measure faith,
just knows what it is and feels like.

His aural glow spreads, soft yet pronounced,
and all he needs to do to succeed, is to touch it.

Greed is not a creed you should judge me by, he says,
and I genuinely want your well being, friend,
but because you are my friend, I want it.

Step ciphers, deaf tones, sparkling hats, and torrid bones,
things don't make sense until you see yourself in them.

He is Midas, and whatever he touches, turns to gold.