Too Many Times - Illogic

Too many times I’ve cried piercing droplets stabbing Hobbits

Lurking in the murky depths of conscious without a clue

I continue to spew chunks of emcee lunch on the crowds of paper that gather at

the base of my pen

Grabbed the forbidden fruit and taste it again

Hugged the Tree of Life twice so in a sense, am I embracing sin?

Waiting in the waters of a wasted emotion, encased in a token I place on a

pedestal

Receiving standing ovation from mezzanine to the vestibule, in the balcony next

to you

Heckling life for a price

Beckoning grace to chase down shadows to be boxed and shipped to consumers

Rest my head on pillows to fumigate the spread of rumors

Of iris of the highest form, infect the social mainframe

Life and death are parallel states of exist but lack the same name

Do I have to meta-morph my identity to change things?

But those that stay sane are inferior

Ironic like descension only elevators

With verbs and nouns and sounds, I’m an interior decorator of mind-scape

While you people are just fish that can’t swim, drowning in rhyme’s lake,

y’all can’t swim

Drowning in rhyme’s lake

Too many times I cloaked my ideals

Too many times I let down my shield

Too many times I fell from this tree, not knowing what was under me and just

crushed an emcee

Too many times I went towards the light

Too many times I destroyed the mic

Too many times my life has been open

But I couldn’t receive until the stained glass was broken

Too many times I’ve wilded in the absence of direction

Stuck at the crossroad intersection, competing with my reflection

For sanity, up to my nose in frozen vanity

Chipping away at stone vultures

Melting ice sculptures down to puddles in which I

Splash splash icons 'til they’re dripping with verbiage

Subtle anarchy results in the capsize of the eye

Floating atop the liquidated plot of life’s screenplay

Searched the stack of needles for one strand of hay

‘cause it’s my person last week, just to expand today

You’re too lewd to be dragging, flying my altitude so look to land today

The forest of forgetfulness has ample space for thought-scape

Beautiful arrangements of scenery encompassing the mind-frame

Trapped in a picture game, leaving rhyme crumbs to find things

Smacked sand with five fingers 'til time stings

Come in the zone of my thoughts thrown to find King

I comb the zone of my thoughts thrown to find a king

Too many times I cloaked my ideals

Too many times I let down my shield

Too many times I fell from this tree, not knowing what was under me and just

crushed an emcee

Too many times I went towards the light

Too many times I destroyed the mic

Too many times my life has been open

But I couldn’t receive until the stained glass was broken

Too many times I’ve walked this continuous staircase alone

Wandering the topless abyss to find something

Winds blow attempting to topple the skyscraper I built upon this foundation of

beads of sweat

Killing myself to live, with microphone purpose

Talking to a hologram image within a half empty pandora’s box

Afraid to open and let loose the angelic demon it encompasses

Onto with the need to discover the brilliance

Held by the iron fist I rule with

And centrific force draws my perspective closer to knowledge

While the agnostic pilgrimage to my mind’s mecca enlightens me

Further and further and further along I walk

As the bare feet are cut by these thorns infecting the ground of this path

Further and further along I hope

Direction will find home in my city of ideas

Further and further and further along I listen

For my name to be yelled with the blare of the trumpet

Calling me to end these too many times I wait for that

Trumpet to call me to end these too many times, these too many times

Too many times I cloaked my ideals

Too many times I let down my shield

Too many times I fell from this tree, not knowing what was under me and just

crushed an emcee

Too many times I went towards the light

Too many times I destroyed the mic

Too many times my life has been open

But I couldn’t receive until the stained glass was broken