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letra de fret. - charles galbasin

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(it’s too late to right your wrongs.)

i ain’t lie on my records, but you be sleepin’ on ‘em

i am tired, but rest assured i’m a sleep paralysis
demon that’ll leave you mournin’

‘til your day dreams i’m hauntin’

’til your retinas keep the outline of these lyrics on ‘em

’til embedded

’til bereft of what was left of your vessels optic remnants ‘cept a perpetual “fret.” projection

’til one insomniac’s sonnet is all ya can percept ‘cause each component completely bleaches your photo-reception

still i dream of stardom, forget the rest

i got hypnogogic visions to follow, and premonitions of morrow

been efficient in initiation

i’ll bye lulls by lullaby. lot’ll buy, bite, and bide by, ‘til imbibed by every line i might write

’cause this that hit that make mike tyson need a nightlight
this is eden’s garden without peace

you out cold, i out lead, i outrap, i’m out, peace

i outstand, i stand out, i catch z’s

i outdo, i act out

you deceased to a tee

countin’ sheep no longer

manta man known as no fear monger

“all bark no bite” ain’t my moniker

and i often am hot

‘cause i got the jams that any one see as top

foam at the mouth

caught in a flow like circadian rythm

cycle, body, inner vision, got me yawnin’; snorin’
borin’ slumber party pillow fightin’ score

unfairly foreign

mortifying poems to poorly told scary stories solely for shakin’ the core of the neighbor with asthma your parents invited

your lack of abilities more horrifyin’

it’s salvo artillery, fillin’ ya, filla could k!ll ya

i figure, i finna familiarize, and shine

alike our plight or my rival thrives on five hour energy while i strike a mellow tone in a fitted sheet

it’d be alarming to hear a beep

this ain’t been a drill

you better quail

“fret.” can k!ll, i bet it will

i beckon ebb and flow, no better ever, though, i’m fettered still

adversaries carry teddy bears, deathly scared, stressin’, fearin’ seth and any threat he blares anywhere, know
anyway? no

seth don’t stress when pressed against with blanks or blanket statements most could make

post away, those that say “seth ain’t goated” aka those who slow and don’t know anything at all

i own a poets brain, it reign

i always say “ditch your bunny slippers, duck and cover, this the overlay.”

(interlude ending)

sweet – dreams

sweet – dreams

sweet – dreams

(at least we’re emotionally intelligent.)

- charles galbasin

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