Jay Alejo Writes

i’m not a big programmer or anything. took a class, read a book, wrote a lil’ example code, that sort of thing. i still like the aesthetic and concept for this blog though (plus it was one of the first recommended theme templates). similar with my relationship to poetry, i love rap/hip-hop, i’ve always liked poetry and rhyming etc. etc.; but as you can see with my other posts on here unless i’m just improv freestyling i struggle with rhythm, meter, and rhyme scheme while writing things down. so i’m going to try to write a bit of a longer piece tonight and take a step in the direction, as practice, for being a little tighter for something i ‘could’ (but won’t) record. here goes:

fuck a facsimile i spit metaphors and similes

smiley face branded on your face to the best of my ability

lyrical agility plus luck strength and charisma

i pack armadas and of course support flotillas

not a scintilla of humanity from those abhorrent

so i download the blueprint and itinerary in a torrent

find me in florence eating sauted florets yum

im darth vader im a pirate raider im corsican

look at us no remorse in them just give up the portion bud

sipping potions eloquent w/ equations describing motions of

stellar bodies right now this is still a hobby

a few of my enemies strangled to death out in the lobby

and probably a good reason to steer clear anyway

sometimes when im jacking of i think things so hella gay

an abrahamic might say i better change but i think not

i jot down the record and the ink gets blotted

take a seat and sit there until blood clots fool

and you get hemorrhoids and it hurts to drop stools

i’ll stop you topple you and chisel away your face

with a hammer and a spike and leave nary a trace

just a scary way to say im okay with whatever

i might gnash my teeth and bemoan tarnishing my treasures

til we all eat boots with fruits garnishing the leather

cascading collapse the elliptical path of birds of a feather

so i stay ready to rock it pull the plug from out the socket

you can’t stop it the way it’s so shocking im on the docket

standing ready for trial spitting bile in a spiral

plus sip the magick potion straight from out the vial

you’re in denial if you think you can do this

old school shit disentombed over the instrumental music

fossils fused like a bold reuse of a cliche

i go straight in the cave and stay there for three days

and when i leave we expect bj’s whenever we say

cuz we’re the king it’s okay though we play

or should i say i do don’t let me fuckin find you

i’ll rewind you like tape and play you back like vinyl

my flow is tidal and has to do with gravity and orbits

depravity leaves the stolen soul forfeit without focus

redemption means encoding salvific data deeper than an ocean

it’s about the yin and the yang, and rising above it

skating down the dream street and trying a pop shove-it

you gotta love it, only time i hang with my bros

otherwise im laying low for weeks in the same clothes

step in front of the camera naked and exposed whoah

then disappear in a blinding flash like oh no there he goes

from my head to my toes dual monads transposed

im seeing double oh wait oh no i’m seeing ghosts

and demons plotting on a reason to capture moments fleeting

alright i guess until next time we meet then?

(in the mausoleum even)

burning up with fever for the fulcrum and the lever

if i could move the world by breathing in the receiver

but it was not to be it’s okay there’s no stopping me

i’m robbing tombs and popping open sarcophagi

until it’s hard to breathe from all this weed and beer

people say that i’m a bad influence but i don’t really hear

the deal is queered so you might as well sign now

no fear forever and a fascist better find out

just leave my people out of it and we can keep it the same

stare straight into flame til i dissolve my face and my name

my flow is straight off the chain i keep it insane

you keep it inane this isn’t a game oh wait maybe it is

building bridges to nowhere out of heresy and sacrilege

it’s okay if your mental plane remains empty and vacuous

i fucked up the rhyme scheme but it’s all oh well

gossip is a species of snitching so okay go tell

im up there with escher bach and godel

plus im fucking your chick in a motel

oh hell