It must be a curse to feel so deeply.
Smog bodies with their ****** energies
and frivolous frequencies
annoy me on an exponential level and
bring me out of an amorous dream
back into this ****** reality
where light bounces off bodies of darkness
and darkness creates light from nothingness.
Humility is always the word.
So many L's,
Life Lessons Learned from Losses Left on Loop,
but when you collect enough,
you make Double Use(W's) out of an Undaunted Understanding...
When Will We Win?
What Were We Wrongfully Weary of?
Why?
And after realizing that there are those and they's and things that will never have the luxury of order to give life meaning,
a conscience for consciousness to coincide with itself,
or the ability to feel at all for lack of a decent heart,
you see every moment as a cause for celebration.
It must be a blessing to feel so deeply
Aug 24, 2016
Aug 24, 2016 at 9:02 PM UTC
You get lost in your own mind sometimes
just trying to find yourself
locked inside of a prison where the bars
are made out of your fears
the guards are negative connotations
and the warden is your own inflated ego
You dare not go beyond the walls of self-doubt
without proactive reconnaissance
but you can’t help feeling that freedom lies
just beyond your insecurities
Jul 12, 2016
Jul 12, 2016 at 4:50 PM UTC
The meaning of life lies
Within the honor of her eyes
When our pupils harmonize
I’m seduced yet purified
Our frequencies collide
We make sometimes, rainy weather
But my sunshine inspires me to change
For the better
Jun 16, 2016
Jun 16, 2016 at 1:09 AM UTC
Sinister ministers deliver scriptures per
Illicit missions to present religious works for intrinsic worth
Men amended an "Amen" to end to the verse
Then apprehended the script they knew Kemet had written first
I’m in the blemish my kin is a part of the sin it hurts
Given my hair and skin were both considered dirt since the birth
It’s printed in their gospel I’ve been getting worse since the curse
It’s vivid plagiarism for the villain to get the perks
Jun 16, 2016
Jun 16, 2016 at 12:36 AM UTC
What do we know about this world
besides what the powerful want us to know?
How can we fulfill our lives based on "facts" and knowledge that we will probably never have the chance to disprove for ourselves?
A wise man knows nothing, "for this world is but an illusion"
A sensory experience to groom the soul for manifestation
A game of imploding extremes that not so coincidentally level out to create the rare occurrence of life that is aware of itself
What do we know about this world
besides that we are here for the moment?
May 26, 2016
May 26, 2016 at 7:56 PM UTC
The struggle to do the "right" things...
The wonder of what "right" actually is...
The discovery that "right" varies by perspective...
The wisdom to know that things will be,
Regardless of how they're perceived
May 26, 2016
May 26, 2016 at 7:16 PM UTC
All she ever wanted
Was for him to shout "love" from the rooftops.
For him to take pride in
Giving her something to be proud of.
She deserved it,
To be shown off and held closely
Like the feast of flowers that she is.
For all the world to know that she is,
His goddess.
May 12, 2016
May 12, 2016 at 1:01 PM UTC
from a somber whisper to a roll of thunder
the gods have awakened from their slumber
the dream that they collectively believed
was a long range message to receive
in an effort to relieve us from machines
and the labels that they place on every thing
it's a fable a facade a safe place be to a sheep
so when all the other great ones were asleep
and a couple went astray it made them think
that they would have to start war to make some peace
their logic is dependent on limits so when we bend it
they'll befriend it for the moment for a minute just to get it
just to get an edge
just to get ahead
meanwhile, the earth bound spirits get stronger living dead
May 3, 2016
May 3, 2016 at 12:21 AM UTC
tragic how we go from ****** to chasm
in the hope that it would all work out but pull a spasm
bound by human error like muscles in skin
expecting to see light while abundant in sin
vivid pictures are how puzzles begin
snakes double as friends
claim they love you, find the trouble within
exploit faults in hopes that theirs come to an end
give them space to see the hate and they'll love you again
May 2, 2016
May 2, 2016 at 11:33 PM UTC
Between the third rock and a hard place,
we spark in a dark space
where the heart quakes
and "smart" makes man
exclusive to a fault.
The ego locked the answers
to our freedom in the vault.
After wars were fought,
people and thoughts were bought.
The devil lost,
running up the score would cost
the well being of the land.
Hard to to see the meaning
even through the short spans
but over time we understand.
In order to reprimand
before we judge, we must demand
that we give ourselves as much love
and acceptance as we can.
For space is just a portion of never-ending expansion,
don't forget to praise the lord of your own planet.
Mar 29, 2016
Mar 29, 2016 at 10:58 PM UTC