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[artist-x-j-roman-cain]

Moment of my...

Time is dire Not dire times Time cannot be made to rewind Given a handful Grains slip between fingers Left with lingering Sights, smells, and sounds To either grant a smile Or remind of hell Oft it flies Or stands still Neither though captured Circumstances steal Seizing requires thought Thought requires will Will requires spirit Spirit almost none feel Seconds pass through minutes Consumed by days Seasons roll on until Memories become a haze The worst part being Not knowing how much time is lost Not wasted Because time wasted having fun Then is not a cost But missed out on Opportunities gone Moments for momentum gain Never last long The best thing to give someone Is the time you have Spent with another Who would also grab Any fleeting chance To be with you Because while life is the longest Thing you will ever do It is always shorter Than you expect it too Series: X Sin-to-Mint Artist: Artist X (Justin Roman Cain)

[artist-x-j-roman-cain]

Open Vent

Artist X it! Mark off what? No, X it. So I should leave? No, Artist X it. So, just artists leave then? Grrr... Artist X it!!! ...art is an escape?

You know what... Wordsmith Alchemist is the bomb. Ya dig now?

Wait, I thought you were Artist X?

I QUIT!

Are they serious? I lack experience? Are they delirious? I make eyes the teariest Even though weariness Long ago set in I keep trekking Two stepping forward With four word adrenaline My foreword minimum Toxic venom in Acidic tracks dressed in aggression When I get to penning them For winning in a spinning gin Flows pining them and I'm all grins again Blending in bending them Rending endings of torn tendons Tending to tinder; cinders never dim Ever in for progression Seeking new lessons Draining knowledge from life Heart arrested? Cardiac kicking strong Will become the best even if not destined Dedication, determination Those are my blessings Confessing that I have not always done right Some might say I've not one right Honed sight on doing tome writes Unyielding rage for pages Aegis for soul instead of the cages Mage addicts with chemical attics Slight bit of static. kaboom! And those who are GONE for good Right back at it. (Good going former step-dad)

So sick of people telling me they know what I am Like I barely know. So get out here with that shit! Scram! Man! So hard to understand how no one wants to stand On their on feet and not use their hands I admit, I think these are meant for scribbling Riddling brains, but in one day moved 33 Grand That is pounds of dirt. With a shovel not that kind of work. Even rode there on a bike, just to get where I can Earn bottom dollar for a company hiring temps Actually it was the over paid workers paying us Tricking my back out. Cold playing pimps. But that nature at it's finest Path of least resistance with the most shrimp Never did blimp (No longer Labor Ready)

That is fill out. Or ride a dirigible. A sentinel who is also sensual. Who on initial meeting Obviously an outspoken individual Far from typical. Always working on original. Weeding out residual tried and true habitual Cause this soul magick requires sacrificial rituals Filleting self to help sells Splaying cells through unaccounted tells Unfounded hell faced with no sail Or paddles, river Styx filled with large wails Heroic story with glorious rise Easy to see in these eyes

Or in my I's, put every bit of me in all I scribe So those out there who feel the same inside Know they are not alone. Keep calm but fight. Be the Black Knight. 'tis but a scratch. You won the set, but I will win the match.

Series: X Sin-to-Mint Artist: Wordsmith Alchemist Roman (Justin Roman Cain)

[artist-x-j-roman-cain]

Already Ate

It’s time to demonstrate First shine and elevate Next line; slice to initiate Use mind to eviscerate Loose mine and desecrate Under moon shine dedicate Blue rhymes to your fate Even subdue the sublime with proof to substantiate Find I have an appetite to eliminate No N9ne but I bust to annihilate Dark matters that will shatter your spine and mental state You pretend, stenciled in greats No sand left in the hourglass, for friends that are ingrates Been made to wait Been played to fade Then raised from grave Believe me when I say I have many sins on which I can insinuate I can insulate And withstand any hand you land Always been a man to fight outside my weight Never bother to intimidate If I am irate I will not placate Go straight for the neck And the checkmate God slayer or maker Yes, I am trying to instigate Please come to, then try going through my gate Feel free to even select and set a date When we’re through I will rate you Depending on how high I levitated over you Colder brew, threw to sedate you Force you to capitulate And forfeit your life, to the fiery lake Make you shiver and shake No need to deliberate You will be barbecued I though, will be baked The slate cannot be wiped clean I mean to be mean and perpetrate You can hate; this steel me Is still free because of this gait Will not begin to hesitate Patience isn’t an inherited trait Shining one of a kind You will find you cannot replicate Series: X Sin-to-Mint Artist: Artist X (Justin Roman Cain)

[artist-x-j-roman-cain]

Redrum Ledger

Again, they’re getting puffy saying Cain snuck in the game Yeah Lady Luck did it; but I am the one who stuck with it No fucks given; Still saying I’m not made for this I stayed for this, never played a bitch, paid for this Been waylaid plus held at barrel and blade for this Every day it is what I do; never prayed for this Just the way it is, never swaying from who I am Don’t give a damn; I know that I was raised for this No. I wasn’t raised to dis, but if you insist in fists Or jousting with wits then I’m ousting you bitch Don’t be stupid; too fluid to be pursued by you With liquid flow; Yeah, I’m dowsing you bitch Always a few steps ahead while walking with a busted leg Got you pegged; With no M.D. but still House-ing you bitch Still not steel loaded but got you by the throat Got that? I’m Top Cat. Which makes you the mouse in this bitch Rousing with shit; wanting to incur some wrath Could use a laugh. Here, let’s do some math If you choose a path? How many do you have? One? Two? No. None. See how I’m deducing that? Nope? Guess it’s hopeless to educate dummies Right there is why I keep such small company But my tummy’s hungry, so who wants to come chill? Known to kill for beef. So, everyone keeps running from me Like, Cain has got a gun. Godless night just begun Can strike pain without one. Hottest right under the sun Don’t be Icarus and fly to close that’s how you get roasted Toast you with ferocious quotes. Have you, make yourself ghosted Approach with care. I’m the beast from the bible Survival nigh impossible. Only one way to earn the title Want to be an idol like me then get your brain out of idle Work by force ‘til Charlie Horsed. Can’t be champ if your cramps require Midol Not a recital; No read through on life; No reset This is vital; Live today as if your last. No regrets Suicidal look but plan as though you will live forever Never settle on second; and every second get better Whether the weather is calm, or if it gets wetter Sever negative thoughts from head and play memory shredder Be clever and trend set instead of following trend setters And have no vendettas; precisely excise eyes.The WAR ledger is red to the letter Series: X Sin-to-Mint Artist: Wordsmith Alchemist Roman aka Artist X (Justin Roman Cain)

[artist-x-j-roman-cain]

Ever Ferocious Enlightened Psychosis

Remember folks No harm, no fowl Got to kill the bird if you want to eat Mistake me for a meal You will become dog food Don’t like my attitude? It is a dog eat dog world We are mammals Some programmed as cannibals You can live like you’re a Pitbull with a pistol Or stare at the ground defeated Trying to pretend that shits cool Life has its pit falls that we all fall in You can get up, you can crawl, or remain fallen Keep in mind the bigger your deceits The easier they will be believed And if someone clues in on what you are doing Then know someone has a brain and be relieved Get bored then cheat, turn on God Mode Up, Up, Down, Down, Left, Right, Left, Right, A, B So, mini designed to be pompous and arrogant Not sycophantic, I decide to defy nature Won’t hate your guts just ‘cause you have something I don’t Probably will not; nor ever care to Because life does not revolve around the money tree And the universe is not spelled M-E But then again, when I stop and think Pulling out a pen with ink Remembering ink poisoning is a horrible way to go Forget sword slashes, nine tail whipped lacerations Use inertia to insert this ballpoint, point first In a second eject the liquid contents A direct injection that will lead to sickly complexion I’m aware I should care that these words have no direction Correction they run left to right I was wrong, how about that Well, about that Rule number one: Yo nunca me equivoco Regla numero dos: If you think I am, refer to rule one If these words unheard are read And find a way to shine in your mind Then I have done what I set out to do Screw with your head Because I too am a loose screw Did I loose you? Or were you already lost? Heavy is the head wearing all those trinkets Responsible for the cause of consequences Boys and girls who when faced with them wince Will on a whim be washed away in the rinse Since there is no time to be spent on dirt Either lay in your bed, or whine on how it hurts Cursed with sense that seems like nonsense to most Have you read between the lines? Have you seen the soul’s ghost? All true art has heart and therefore a part of soul Do you give it a way? Or prefer to be sold? Are you honestly trying to teach? Or, are you lying as you preach? To be honest we each do As we live, wanting to leave a mark to reach through The ears to the spirit that resides deep inside My insight is always fight for what you believe is right Just remember to pick battles carefully and never in spite For you, will there be light at the end of tunnel? Or flames glowing, growing as your soul is funneled? To its final-destination Do they have your reservation? I’ve no hesitation with which way I am heading So, feel free to sign me up for my beheading Not that I am rushing I just have no reason to fear Here at the guillotine So now I’ll cut this close What did you hear? Series: X Sin-to-Mint Artist: Artist X (Justin Roman Cain)

[artist-x-j-roman-cain]

...and once again...

…and once again, letting mi corazon flow through this pen Venting pent up, venomous thoughts I try to keep locked in Forgetting these emotions break me, and make me feel weak Letting go of the scars, people work so hard, to commonly not speak

Seeking to find release, by jotting pieces from mine Tossing rotten mind aside, and again pretending all is fine Needing to remain calm; no more sandpaper taken to sanity Truly tired of trying to fit in with wicked and wayward humanity

Because, there is part of me that desires and prefers to be free Stand and be the man that I am and enjoy being me Laughing like a lunatic rather than letting myself cry Why? Because sometimes honestly. Wish I could say goodbye

But will not give up, forcing self to get up, and stay strong Because deep in heart, the idea of eternal sleep feels wrong So onward when rattled, battling willfully until day is gone Even holding breath in dreams of death until a new day dawns

Series: X Sin-to-Mint Artist: Artist X (Justin Roman Cain)

[artist-x-j-roman-cain]

Nexus

Probably sounds like exaggeration Stating how many say I will never gain play on stations Patience must be a gift God wants me to have Daily tests, messing with me, making me mad Crazy lessons, stressing me until I am sad That’s Clinical Depression with Anxiety so bad Feels like the whole world wants to throw me a jab

Backstabbed the standard angle Tangled with demons, scheming to break both ankles Dangling bait “Your fate is nothing but wait… We can make you the Supreme Heavy Weight…” Steady hate Appetite to annihilate instead of eliminate Inseminate thoughts of being lost and a fake Straight passed bend to break With thin grins for men whose chins and shins disintegrate

Rend ending: late Then taken for cremation Boasting for sin and then raising As un-dead, wanting bagels not loafs Toasting cinnamon raisin Spreading on butter Not a lover a nuts Surely squirrelly But I am the one that busts Come cuss, if you want No fuss if you try to front Dust off these chumps Serve punks sandwiches with punch Crunched to ground. Found in next day’s lunch. Just a hunch Make your panties bunch When I lunge your way Make you pay for the dump In your britches

Acting like laxatives for you bitches Swiftly stitched and left in a ditch If it itches, then relieve those wishes Not talking about vermin, rather mermaiden fishes Even ate raw, still tasting delicious Vicious? No. But viscous? Yes. Skilled foreplay for encore plays. Praised best. In layman terms, my worm is blessed. Serving sermons off the chest Don’t jest or be a pest Lest you are ready to be impressed

Pushed in the Earth Off site and out of mind Over time proving worth Insert rebirth? Trying to pull me Flying high like Icarus Rushing to fall to me

I’m a Phoenix And you? A zombie squawker I’m legendary like Square Enix You’re as scary as an elderly Walker Slower too My glory, being a predatory stalker King of the Jungle and untimely Doctor Watch as I leave with your lady partners Asking me to properly operate on chakras Always up for the task to “shock ya” With “inside the box” foes, disposed with quick mock ups Fucking you up worse with two shots, than a slew of vodka

Who got ya? The one and only Artist X Known for artistic concepts Directed as chin checks Wrecking with a heart bigger than a Rex’s Flexing as the greatest from the state of Texas Ain’t big, but got an emerald in this necklace Chaos ready. Super Sonic as I vomit these hexes Psyche full of complex complexes With more drive than any Lexus And me, being me, is forever my Nexus

Series: X Sin-To-Mint Artist: Artist X (Justin Roman Cain)

[artist-x-j-roman-cain]

Crash Course

Eyes wide open now. Less than two years ago swerved off road, 11 shots to the stomach Ready to ride down that low. Overloaded on liquid courage. Underwhelming urge for logic, To avoid curbs; on the verge of drifting Slipping into a ditch then shifting into park.  What absurd luck, to duck in the dark and run away. More so though that I didn't hurt anyone else beside myself that day. Quit cold turkey, hurts me to see others walk that path. Recommend you steer clear and let me be the laughs. Series: X Sin-to-Mint Artist: Artist X (Justin Roman Cain) In response to Tyler Buck, at Tyler Buck’s Poetic Process on Facebook.