The Reboot Ep. 7

Trippin'
By: Uriah "The CivILLian" Walters

*******Level 1*******

I'm supposed to say...
My thoughts are an open well
springing, sprinkling on the leaf buds
instilling life with a speech
Until a garden is created in the depth of my breath
Like a grove of strength
for the weary to drink from

But instead I said
Time's up, you're draining
I'm unplugging!
No more water hosing
Fire dousing
Drought rerouting!

The little dewdrops shall evaporate
And the cloudy day shall only instigate
Hiding its silver lining in a sly gliding
Coasting fly winds 'til it vacuums up
In a twist of words
The jist of verbs
Can split a nerve
And spit absurdity
Nervously,
Perfectly,
Thunderously

Bent to consume in high volume
You, and the whole worlds value

*chuckle*

Rapid invasions invading
And grazing the layerings

*chuckle* *chuckle*
*chuckle* *chuckle* *chuckle*

Rabid enslavings encaving
And pastings foul casing tracings

Roll-up your sleeves and fill up your gorde
Get blood on your sword.
Leave a few ligaments torn

Just don't be too busy tooting an off-key horn
Recruiting sloppy forms
Of braggadocio swaggering cocky allure.
Don't drop steep or depart detours
Because unfamiliar territory's...

*******Level 2*******

It's the ills of an illustration!
When you can't eyeball the illusion

...ill-fated

It's the ills of an illustration!
ill-hatred is ill-fated
and ill-tasting!

Now while you're sitting in your observatory
Forging a scoring of morphine to forcefeed
towards your teams reporters

Folks are hopping the border for water
Jumping fences for stipends
Causing glitches with an order of symptoms

.murder.
Is it unheard of for foreigners to have concern for
Discerning unlearned love?

Deserving a sum of some
One of them; break the trend
Releasing something deep in his skin to all of his "friends"

What's with his wide-spread wildfire
Consuming, devouring to satisfy its hunger?
Birthed from the abstinence of peace in arguments
What's augmented is ripples in the plans of ones prominence.

...

It's the ills of an illustration
Foulness in litigation.
Shuffling the shuck and jive...

*******Level 3*******

Okay,

Let's have some relaxation, baby
Some tiresome somnolence, infant
Some rejuvenation you, child of a patient
REM cycles and evasive language,
With a kid whose mind dreams of spaceships.

...

The other day I lost my lollipop
And I was shocked
My jaw had dropped
It wasn't in my pocket when I left the park
Luh, Luh, Luh, Luh
So I had thought the guy I bought the lollipop from would have replaced it with yet another pop
but he would not
Luh, Luh, Luh
Thus I had plotted at my spot
To hit his shop, instill his heart
With fear apart from fearless arts
But acts afar.
Luh, Luh
I rolled up in at 6' o'clock and I was hot
A gun had cocked, my heart had stopped
I'm bested by a rent-a-cop
...Luh...

*******Level 4*******

Suppose the prose took an overdose approach
On the boast boost and added it to its goals
As opposed to sitting in a folded chair when
The thrown was over there.
It'd be arrogant, haughty, barging into
Parties unthoughtfully with promising ways
To tarnish speech by way of slurring it until
It's inaudibly edible by the starving credible heads.
Ordering without giving warnings of forging a
Powerful mournful story with no boring scenes
And its entire world is warring against the
Pouring on of another man's authority,
Thus the fight heads to a gore allure allegory.

The annoying gaseous pull in me seemed to
Derive from a timid smidgeon of experiencing
Extravagant living with adventurous pilgrims
And swash-buckling lavishness built into a
Thrilling. Thus the explosion that caught
Me was probably my own escaping from
Embarrasing awkward moment zones,
And into a strange venue

*******Level 5*******

There is such a bulbous pulse up in this
Pompous pauper poppin' proper points to partners
Punctuation markers prick the paper market
Sparkin' problems, hot-and-bothered thoughts are bulging
Out the office, causing pods of awkward plots
To bombard solace with a pause..!
...
A polished pause
A stationed silence
A quiet inquiry
Asking in confused curiosity...

"When will rejection regret its reflection and resound in its reasoning"

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*******BINGE*******