mentally ill but its best to rebuild
i got these tendencies still
life harm reduction a day dispensed
no proof of a paradise better just build it heal it
cadavers might float to the celling
i had been frozen for several decades
they said that im stoic or dysthymic
im just afraid of expressing my feelings
its trauma karma
wilderness sickness
my specter could follow you after i fall
fiery dart from the devil den hit me tried to get rid of me
it could be one of those days apostle redeemed
two fold diadem with plumes
smoldering flickering lingering drift
dusk is done temple lit
sway to the song of an invalid
with myriad blessings blowing a trumpet for gifts
rivulet ripple and run flower for centuries
slaughter red wholly possessed laughter with tears
ashes appeared clowns and bards
throbbed in my vein like a thornlike star
childish dash through a looking glass
murmuring stream of deeds a door unlocked
heaven transplant couple grapes plucked
rubbed a trembling stone old fanged
wind organ heard while im snake curled
bread crust head rushed deep unrest
hermit thrush overlord fallen astray
meadow and pond drink of the brine
such ephemeral thrill of a suicide note
but dont
p.WRECKS distinctive atmosphere is a place i find myself utterly engrossed within as his intellectual, poetical edge takes me on a contemplative journey. P.WRECKS is unequivocally a lyricist who is an absolute cut above the rest. Depth & dynamic are accentuated by not only the fusion of textural instrumentals and tripped out beats, but the outstanding artist collaborations on this album which highlight those within his fold whom are cut from the same cloth. An exceptionally special album. Miff Morris