Untouchable

Untouchable (To touch)

Untouchable (To touch)

To touch your truth without gloves

Wing of viper, tooth of dove

What the concept of hell does to the sticks and stones of

Bones that still own blood. The garden that tends

Pretends to nourish so many men

Wishing themselves born in a wolves' den

Violent, childish, permanent Kens, lost in the illusion of strength

Then again, the self-serving fury of ego's hung jury

Does captain the lesser vessel of thinking you're special

In a world of flesh and metal, all loving you not, last petal

On the closed rose of maniacal fiscal piss and shit

Viable source of deficience, this. Do not trust your armor

It listens in to your weakest bits missives

Caged wings clipped and forced to parrot the arid, garish

Fearful marriage of being both proud and embarrassed

Lain barest on bramble and briar

The wet wood fire of popular liar

Shit's tired (Shakespeare's gone, don't even think about it)

Sadly, I don't need centering or mentoring nor remembering

My hermetic, eccentric, go get it, combusts something different

Unleaded, regretless, magnetic, cursed, gifted, you bet it's

A shiftless, vividly cryptic tryptic of meaningful misfit

Brick and mortar, rest in peace business... That I'm not selling

I'm bottomless welling on mountaintop telling

Doom spelling, with room for formed poems compelling

Grace felling, run yelling, cantankerous anchor of thankless cold rancor

Wrapped in a fire blanket. M. Sanger still killing, spilling an oil tanker

Of autistic anger on a Steel Tipped Dove banger. Rest of 'em manger

Rappers are not in danger, familiar tat-faced stranger

Trying their damndest to summon a mansion

While managed by damaged humans who see you as cannon fodder

For more modern "I wanna grow up and still be a child problem"

Style of life goals. While I walk the white coals of preserved words

In the hive minded heard of urban concerns sung from the burbs

By beautiful birds that have never been served

It's confusing to champion losing you's, goons, and average dudes

While you diffuse utter muse, through your beautiful views

In a silo of dues and crackers who stole blues

But it's cool, I'd rather build my own school

Than die in another man's duel