Bunny, the Time Hopper

Can’t talk to the girls
In my area about this
They wouldn’t understand
Went time hoppin last night
Traveled the bridge
Met up with Shante
Right after got my Boogie Down
Mary had a good time too
Props to man who made machine
Where would i be w/o my radio

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Radon

The past is reaching out to me
Wanted me to tell You
That he said “hi”
But its a present day now
I’m a future Me
The past still lives
Memories
The future disallows him to speak
Mature to the mistakes
He has yet to make
However

The future remembers the past
In certain realities
Granting him permission to speak
Never the full feint
Not even the margins
Just the negative spaces
Hiding between the lines
(Whatever that means)

He hopes that You are doing well
More than hopes he knows it to be true
Potential of your PWR
Stronger  than kale
In a world of infinite possibilities
Could have anything you want
If you put your intent to it

But the past is dead and gone
Existing only as memory
To a future still in development

Tuned

The thunders spoke to me in sonar
Booming n crackling
Pounding n plucking

They forced my sol to cypher
Higher and higher
Till i lost consciousness
In effect regaining consciousness
But on a higher plateau
Where gravity is nonexistent
Hues bleeding together 
And time becomes transfixed
When i returned home
Nothing seemed the same
 Because i had changed
Once again in tune with the brothers of balance
Who share a space in my room

Motel Lust

I feel the most at home
In unfamiliar places
Walking through corridors of beige
Electric candles
Illuminating future paces
The rhythmic sounds of “tip tap” bouncing off rectangular spaces
Is when I feel most at home
The breeze tugs at me through narrow spaces while animals disappear behind rectangular cages
Just in time to die a little