Kanye Listening to Kanye in his own Home

And if it's one thing written in wisdom
Were there three things following,
Or only that familiar sense of emptiness?
A tinny sensation as I bite the bit,
All bytes and bits, the tinniest little mess.

The whole world will be blessed,
I never wish, I don't pretend,
Live on a razor and feel the edge.
I can feel my face and fingers,
I can see the flavor of the season.

Salsa--and the art of the freshness, or,
The secret of life and everything,
May everyone of my words ring true
And glow like burning coal.
Every page like it was written in my soul,

From me to me,
For you or you,

I'm tangling in greys and greens,
Let the moss grow slow on the south-side of the trees,
If you need me I'll be in my room,
Watching Aziz.

Let me go, Really, Let me go ( aka Get Your Hands up out my Pockets and Your Nose up out my Window)

I can straight up tell you
I have more skill than nine out of ten.

Between my fingers and thumb
The microphone lives.

The beta-waves drift,
Slowly away.

Tonight,
I am in my zone, my head.

I'm just another writer in a chair,
Now, please, just shoot me,

Put me on a shelf,
I only have one more life left in hell,

So let's get it rolling already,
Let's go,

You know the motto?
No tomorrow,

I'm from Yolo county,
I got a lot of gold to sell.

The Number Twenty Two or 12 and 10

Twin aliens
On a 51-50
Watch me,

I counted 22 crows
Eating
In the muddy field

As I walked home.


Broken promises,
Memories half-true,

Sailing in an ocean
Above the moon.

'Instrument immortal,
Tree of all roots.'

Mother of all visions,
Father of fortune,

All fantastic emanations,
Any illusion,

All truth:
All strings must pull,

Or be pulled.
Different towns,

Same news.
To the tune of the former,

Many new awakening,
One noose,

One neck,
One death, mem

The ocean all around,
Many now drown,

Only thing I know
Is Maya, the soup of existence,

But I count 22 crows
Eating
In a muddy field

As I walk home
And gaze into the distance.

Hex - Harmonic (Coldcut Mix Version)

Just a correalation between the rug,
The Persian rug,

The bug,
And the music.

Meticulous arrangment,
Ambient works,

A careful confusion,
Every fiber of my being screams;

What?
I cannot tell you.

I was going to go
And say something like,

'Every fiber of my being screams,
Isolation,'

But I've forgotten the meaning.
I scream intoxication,

The pulp of my soul-stuff
Is being mashed.

The thing I realize
Is

That every moment is
The thing.

This is it,
Can you see?

I don't try to be the oarsman,
When I can be the lead.

Twins

It's well past 11.

Now,
Resistence,

The communication
Is distraction.

Let's let twelve be inherent,
Step up the view.

How I feel fresh,
I feel new,

Nom de plume?

I'm revitilizing
The language,

Just fucking call me new,
What do you do?

____________________


It was like this:
Remembering the memory.

Red leaves are a visage,
My man,

My name:
Resistence.

The communication with spirit,
Then distraction.

Articulate cornucopia of distance,
Mars' malefic panacea of death,

Each year
New threads,

New trends,
Persona of the poster:

I'm a GHOST,
Entropy.

Noetic poetic steeping in apathy,
I always liked everything,

I mean, 
I always lied about everything.

But on a more serious note,
Wanna haruspicate some poetry?

Yo

The value of a tool
Is

What it does,

What does it do?

I'm an Irishman
Too.

What is illusion,
Who are you,

Who am I,
What is life,

Who is Sky,
Why do we dance

In the sun
And

Laugh?

From A Basement on the Hill

At the end of the hall,
In a basement on the hill,

In a house where no one knows,
That's where you'll find me.

At the end of the hall,
In a house where no one's home,

Bloody smiling, blowing smoke rings alone.
Finely free.

Swim with me,
And we'll escape all the troubles of the present age.

Of once and future kings,
The present fisher-daze,

Once,
And once more

In my hand I held many,
Watch them fall,

As Parsifal,
As the Green Man of Spring.

What does it mean, 'I only dream of death?'
Now shelter me in clarity;

A token of God's gratitude
Or contempt.

Living Alone XXYYXX

I forgot I live here,
I forgot.

If I hear
The footsteps of a stranger

I'm bound to disappear.