TEOMM: 2nd Edition will be available on Amazon November 20, 2016.

‘The line between rap and poetry has always been unclear, and lyrical masterpieces recently produced by Kendrick Lamar, Kanye West, and Eminem have only blurred it further. In this volume of poetry, Amos plays quite productively in the space between these two art forms. In “Genocide,” he writes, “My style of teaching is similar to Tupac and other great lyricists.” But perhaps a more obvious influence is a fellow Detroiter: “My favorite rapper was Eminem,” the author adds. Eminem is relentless with his rhymes; in older songs like “Stan” and newer pieces like “Survival,” the rapper doesn’t let artificial schemes determine the number of his rhymes. He will stop when he’s good and ready. Amos is similarly (and admirably) persistent…’

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My mind is plagued in moments of temptation.
Pictures of you pop-up in my thoughts and startle sensations.
You hijack my attention, humbly welcomed–my favorite invasion.
I consent to you taking over my land, you have been permanently stationed.

Climb onto my roller coaster, this is your seat to ride on.
Calling your name while you’re gone, from a distance you still have the ability to turn my mind on.
Push to start, my engine engaged, V-8, 0-100 on your command.
Submitting to each other, we provide neglected needs, supply and demand.
I always see where you’re coming from, I have my eye in your pants.
I give you access to my triggers of dopamine, my pleasures now lie in your hands.

Whispering each others name, we meet at secret coordinates by performing the rituals to summon each others attention.
We don’t have to speak, our bodies communicate from miles away interrupting our thinking and forcing our consensual wills to listen.

I love it when you sacrifice your voice just so I can I moan.
Soul-ties raveled to the point that I can feel you breathing even when I’m alone.
I knock on your back door, you say it’s already open.
You tattooed memories to my soul, so we’ve created an exclusive reality where we are the only occupants that are closed in.

I cause you life impairments just by activating the part of my brain you live in.
We can’t escape each other, time won’t erase this feeling.
I mount your thoughts and inject you with permanent memories of me.
Until you scream to the universe, begging our energies to cease.
But the collisions we made when we were in between the sheets.
Rippled through wavelengths and are now entering in sleep.

It’s like I release all the joy you give me through my center of gravity.
You absorb it, and digest it in your vaginal cavity.
You begin to think and reminisce on all the fun times you had with me.
And when you’ve exhausted all the moments we shared, you send it all back at me.

I see an image of you in my time line and get triggered when I pass it.
They say it’s an addiction when you have difficulty getting past it.
But
the toxicity of our connection keeps our future in balance.
You will always be my baby,
I love giving in to my favorite habit.

I am conditioned to your destructive methods.
Submissive to how you construct your weapons.
Your words=A corruptive message,
Erupted brain chemicals,
inhibited language,
forced to return for seconds.
It’s reckless,
But I’m breathless…

Tremors
Hot Showers
Shaky Legs
And sweaty palms.
I
Shiver
Plot hours
Making Bed,
With Steady Calm.
Let’s
Dismember
Chopped Flowers,
Scrapping shreds
From readied bongs.
It
Delivers
Shots powered,
From craving meds
Of deadly psalms.
Your voice is a reflection of songs too heavy and too long.

Melodies are tracing memories, lacing situations with Déjà vu.
Reminiscing on chasing remedies, trying to forget you, but fail on the days I do.
Eternal enemies, chemically bound to lust, forever embedded in the ways I grew,
Mimicked energy, reflecting perfection, ceasing to be amazed by you.
Choke me with euphoria, strangle my throat so my lungs can give oxygen a two-week notice.
Make my body jealous, convince my brain that you are all I need to keep focus.
Until I’m over dosing,
On feelings exiled from being spoken,
My soul is open.
Spirits recognize my vulnerability to be chosen,
I know this,
But,
All that matters is freezing the perception of time for this moment,
This feeling is ferocious.
Leaving me stricken for days, lost, and hopeless,
I have no control over my indulging.
It’s lethally atrocious
and I fully submit everything in order to maintain a lethal dosage.
I don’t know where I’m going.
I just know the link between man and God has been broken,
Judgment in motion.
Worried?
Nah
everything about my well-being is completely frozen.
I’m golden.
Fully immersed in a forbidden segment of my mind’s component,
What’s all the commotion?
Who would have known that you can access the Garden of Eden from the mind’s emotion.
It’s that potent.

I see you whenever I close my eyes,
You even appear in between the times that my lids are closed from blinking.
I really would like to take this shot at love,
But,
I learned a lot from emotionally drinking.
It baffles me that we’ve been attracted to each other for this amount of time, but are just now speaking.
My dixk is now brain dead,
I currently use my heart when I’m thinking.
I often catch myself pondering about you more often than I should be.
Formulating imaginations on our future and the possibilities of how it could be.
I would be…
Exceptionally elated if I could be eternally yours and you would be mine too.
I feel it’s disrespectful for anyone to hint at anything less than an angel when they describe you,
I would offer you the world,
but I would rather much share it right beside you.
So let’s take time to
Get to know each other on a more passionate level so we can take both our hearts and divide two.
I value the moments we share
I interlace it with the motions I use to move in and out inside you.
We create the formula for the perfect love. Throw it in space, and its orbit and signal will always directly align you.
I would need a throne, red carpet, and someone singing she’s your queen to be to properly define you.
I have your voice echoing throughout my thoughts,
you’re the music I prefer to ride to.
Every time we kiss, I feel we ignite the creation of a star somewhere far in the universe.
We can create the best instrumental melodies flowing throughout our bodies in the same note that music works.
Making the most ground-breaking love that it affects the gravitational pull of Jupiter.
And if this were the ’90’s, I would say “you the bomb”, however when I see you I have an exploding smile that’s far more potent than nuclear.
If we kicked this off right we can stick it through no matter how hard it is.
We will combine as one entity, and rarely see hard times as I crown you my Artemis.
I would dig out fragments of space and teleport my heart to you no matter how far it is.
Let’s sign the contract for commitment,
I’ll just prove it to you because you can’t always count on promises.

In the event where you develop amnesia,
let’s sit back and remember.
Take the time to reminisce so I can paint you a vivid picture.
When you gagged on your own feelings as a result of too much liquor.
Making outburst on me to tell me that I have the temper…

Remember me?

I used to be infatuated with your personality.
I wanted to be your fairy tale, but you didn’t allow flights in your reality
You tell me I don’t communicate well, yet you always shut down when “you’re mad at me”
You told the world you wanted your soulmate, I completed your spirit and you detached from me.

Remember me?

Do you remember me?
Because I was always there, no matter the things you would tend to do.
And in case you forget,
Just try to remember I’m the one that will always remember you…

I know there’s been a few individuals that has captured your mind, in your lifetime, but let me highlight certain similiaries and differences.
I’m not the type of person to boast your worth, then have a variety of sideline married women and mistresses.

My perfection is similiar to the human threshold, so my faults are just as bad as my fellow companion.
What’s mind, is mine, so excuse me if my *Censored* is constantly demanding,
I study psychology for a living.