I havent had a minute to myself,
To clear my conscience I meditate with water in wishing well,
Even when my dreams fell , it seemed hell , I just know every sick gets well.
Thats my philosophy,
All gets well, and just now? How I make it so well? a guilty mind travels slow with time, find your innocense and reach a devine, not pork and swine but forks and wine and dine with hearts of mimes that speak existence of peace of mind.
See religion is all trial tribulations and signs, and wisdom? Comes from the leading blind and learning to shine. Well, so swell is devotion, but this world only teaches neglect and biting the hand with food in it still open.
Still its spoken, but none tends to hear, open mouths shake till the truth appears loose like a mirror.
When perceptions arent clearer.
So where do I lay or lie , the truth?
Love is gone ******* ! Babys having babbies and droppin outta school,
Life isnt cool but its get well thats my philosphy when **** looks like hell.
Gotta keep going, till Im well.
lord as my cosmic witness, positivy is a magnet if you learn it nature, listen-
The sound of silence is in riches,
Thats why corperate stays in the shadow power soaking all the admissions, but the lesser gains more and looses nothing because of position.
Whats my philoshpy? All gets well, yeah it gets better Love is a real you and me , connection between people felt deeper spiritually.
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Apr 13, 2017
Apr 13, 2017 at 11:36 PM UTC
Short rap story
Lil loonie was a loser school abuser at home told he's was no more than manure
Always down on frowned on
Hound on!
People he's a supposed love are
Far being bigons
Stuck between two
Mother with issues
Dead brother picture hanngin in the window.
Constant reticule only peace
Was dream of revenue
Own a avenue be a block owner like the corner toker smokers shadows crews
Jammin to the bad words they lingo ,
The way lean tho , havin honnies chasin at they feet too
Seems so blissful
I want it!
Soo lil Lonnie became a grown up,
Started selling grass up in the school bus,
Ayo man. Lonnie gone nuts !
Starting fights skippin class grabbing *** up in the hallway ,
Stealing cash,
And ****** in the hallway,
Jumpin other kids in the stall way
He's gone gray,
He finally dropped out , linked up with the corners, made a connection now he's transporting product ,
Constantly eyes shut , to the fact that he blind but makin quap to support his mom and dads ****
So they didn't question his surprised bust ,
Did 20 rough , came home to a dead conscious mutt , and Cocain addicted **** ,
Moms up in hospital, dad has lost his mind , nuts. A remarried krutch Brain is crust , powdered dust loonie.
Lil Lonnie lost a huge portion of life to a past hobby, trying to good now, takin flowers to the lobby. Only to find he's heading to mortuary section , mom didn't make it past the first chemo injection.
Sep 28, 2016
Sep 28, 2016 at 2:59 PM UTC
Too basic, to hard to face it, looking in these books and all these words have me shooked.
I'm feelin hated, not acknowledged, not appropriated.
God you say gunna help me, but bhudda tellin me I need to help myself.
All these idols, all these faces, all these words, but I remain seeing the same places,
these same places have me torn apart and put back again and again, I need a judge I need a jurry, I really just need a friend.
someone to grab by neck slap me into conscientiousness.
someone who be my shadow but still be real and not pretend
I'm not weak I'm not unworthy!
I'm in a tug but this war is over a pit that I just keep out crawling.
I'm clawing I'm pulling. And being pulled.
I'm pissd off , I'm drenched in blood sweat and tears the only gasp of air is of fears and uncertainty.
Am I just lost or put to find a new way,
a way to pave, away from graves and slaves,
all the rules but freedom I seek so I'm breaking bad? Am I now doing what I must, that I feel just.
all these sins, and mines are just as equal??
noo! So why count me for damnation if we all different ******* people,
measure us by our intentions,
measure us by what real.
humanity isn't me. I'm solo.
I choose this unmarked way because there noo tellin me noo.
Soo there's noo mallet to judge.
I'm a distant person in all areas.
religion just happens to be the person who follows me, nerd..
May 22, 2016
May 22, 2016 at 1:52 AM UTC
Im know it seems cliche , but i love to be beside her, even in side her, but lately it seems like a cold gravity pulling me into a hopeless struggle to know if im deemed worthy in her eyes.
Can I be? Is this a short time thing?
all I have is time but wasting it is not an option.
I don't wanna be that piece, only needed when in the sheets always hyped in the beginning then lost, empty when leaving.
its like I know what I am, and I keep on being it,
nothing but a piece never to puzzle or be completed.
am I just pathetic? Cause **** i sure regret it. I just can't accept it, I put up, then shut up, and just take bein basic.
I'm pourin my confession, baby I need acceptance, I feel lost in transgressions , over thinkin I need re insurance of my position.
leave back all the negativity, I wanna focus on the humanity.
make me more than just a man to see,
and make me your man.
I wanna understand I wanna feel you.
give you advice help you grow, I want you to want the need too.
you say the spark is gone but it takes two to make a fire.
I wanna burn you up with desire, cause I'm hos down with just tired.
I get it, I'm just your pillow. A thing for head rest.
I confess I enjoyed at first, but its light on, and I'm heading out.
heard you playin the field, thought I would been first pick at least. But fears forget it now.
sheesh, I'm benched, and too see how it plays out with other and not me, is a pain i refuse to audience, .good bye, I'm better off not alone, and see lies rather then sleep on them
by linguist musician
aka Emmanuel hernandez
May 13, 2016
May 13, 2016 at 1:35 AM UTC
As nigh falls.
So did she in my arms...
storm is calm so only light rain falls upon the window,
deep breaths , clenchin pillows.
long strokes,
bed rocks,
silk sheets, its warm between her thighs, im in deep.
Sheep sleep but they stay countin my thrusts, never bust,
only creeks from the bed as she sweats ,each drop is another breath that she moans.
Run my hand down her thighs, feel the warmth up inside
lookin deep im in her eyes, the only light is the shadow cast on her smile.
But shes bitting her lips,
shes rubbing her breast, i kiss on her neck, now shes a waterfall ****** , saying baby dont quit.
i cover her mouth let her **** on my fingers, squeezin my hamd on her hips, just tp get in deeper,
i tell her...
i wanna be breathless, i want your legs on my neck, wear it like a neckless,
so im reckless, pickin her up surprising her, as she gasps!
i open her legs , give a kiss just to make her laugh, i know it tickless, but i want you to feel an equil sensation for what to come is no pickle.
But toungue sickle,
have you black out of the intensity, legs quakin,
has the whole room shakin, feel the loss of gravity.
weightless the feeling is paperless on clouds but in reality with me and havin me faced in.
tastin every inch,
outter an inner, say God!
Baby jesus not gunna help us sinners,
EMMANUEL JV HERNANDEZ
AKA LINGUIST MUSICIAN
#MIGHTWRITEMORE
#NEEDS #EDITING
May 8, 2016
May 8, 2016 at 12:41 AM UTC
Where was you when I fell , how cliche of a statement to tell,
no! Where was you ? Not here aparently,
seems like yesturday, another cliche,
**** it! I can rhyme all day.
I just need to know whats the point of money?
I GET IT, I loose it, i spend it , I abuse it.
I dont want it but I need it, Is money air?
Cos I dont wanna breathe Im stressed from the atmosphere making me share.
I rather be ghost watch time fly by , maybe write a book to tell about my times travel,
about love from afar, how its pure but scared,
Have it published then be awarded rubish, cos there no success or achievement when you see the half cup cruisin the highway and you decide to *** in it.
LIFE How its concieved , how I precieve it ? IS newspaper Id keep under table to stop wobbling.
Am I rude, yeah, and unconventional so?
Im used to the self sabotage and abuse as a noose to climb up different challenges just to call a truce.
By EMMANUEL jv Hernandez
Aka Linguist musician
Apr 11, 2016
Apr 11, 2016 at 12:20 AM UTC
A
Rose could cure my posion lips but you already did.
cold fingers to the slightest touch but a single brush and I come to warming grips.
you make me happy your the anchor to my ship.
I set sail to a ocean, where there's only you to see.
Cos everything else fail to catch my attention except the thought of you and me.
See its truthfully the beauty in your eyes I see.
were I find myself happy in a place where my days are now problem free,
see your my solved for Z.
Life is a math problems and you went thru an X don't ask Y
I'm just an added equation 4U 2 = less
than 3.
<3
Poetry is words that can't often be spoken but left in a book till one day someone on your page.
Its funny how you landed on mine.
And in time we will see were this goes, all I know is I'm enjoyin the time.
By Linguist Musician
Feb 16, 2016
Feb 16, 2016 at 12:06 AM UTC
i took your **** and ran with it,
went miles into distance while you constantly clinged to the past
girl I'm tired of it.
How am I suppose to get in if he still has the original and I was givin the spare key,
I'm me and no where near him reason why you always keep runnin back lookin for a safe haven, but in reality sorry that ******** I ain't takin ,
must be mistaken,
I'm havin you second all the time I made you first,
like an unwelcomed tenet,
or low rank lieutenant,
I'm undermined, while hes underlined,
made into a bold figure,
but I stack real figures,
and don't make you feel bitter like this *****
Just don't mention why you quiver , I know the reason why you internally bleedin , stress in ya eyes swollen from the cries in the night, it ain't right.
but yet you fall back to him , then call me later? I gave you my words, last time was the last. So to bad if it didn't last, and both ends of the ties leave you to grieve and gravel on the gravel , yeah sit there and babble , yeah I ponder the river creeks for years
now im off the love boat, I skidattled , faught the more fishes in the sea with broken paddle promise not to commit unless it was suicide or a contract with a person I don't trust after marriage and can't truly settle with.
so the others who wanted me are shunned, and you ? Is of no concern to my conscience , my once brown poccahauntus who haunted
my nights , and Asian moon cake who left with the wrong shake wen I coulda move mountain cause I was the real earthquake to shake the floor beneath you and let you see the plummit to a deeper meaning. Thank for leavin.
Asmathic or not,
I remain breathing.
by Emmanuel Hernandez
aka
Linguist Musician aka Deep thought
Dec 11, 2015
Dec 11, 2015 at 6:31 AM UTC
Its like im sunked,
below with no air I suffocate
I'm worned out.
no will or enthusiasm,
I hate everything that doesn't make sense,
I regret everything, and resent everyone in my dispense.
I pray and read , bleed and sleep,
I'm weak in a state that my body shuts down and my mind plummets at the same speed as my esteem hits the concrete, I don't speak
what can I say? Nothin will change that I have no hone no matter all the support they say, I'm just left to decay.
and by all means let me.
lets me go so I can arise my challenges as a lefty. Right wrongs and leave all behind in the battle front I fire the thing I designed.
ny purpose not givin but made, conjured by thoughts that ran free like slaves.
I'm soo down I can taste the grave dirt, ny ache is pain worth nothing workin towards so no pay is another gained curse.
what can I do ? Any options? Tell me.
I feel lonely. My own doings but **** It's so confusing being in a selfish tug of war with selfless me.
mirrored the only thing I see is my faults on the concrete because I'm so low I can feel my feet but can't walk cause I'm stuck beneath.
my will scratching to breathe and take a gasp of life to grasp the night before leaving for afterlife. Am I suicidal? Or is thoughts just summoning a different view than the rearview on the highway to a destination unknown because i don't wanna take an exit i just wanna part ways.
tell me.
help me.
Nov 29, 2015
Nov 29, 2015 at 9:32 PM UTC
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I just want more to see or feel what I wrote and uf relatable ,comment you are, i enjoy all takers,
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Nov 14, 2015
Nov 14, 2015 at 7:46 PM UTC