Feel the loud.
Flaring up with violence.
But it don't mean nothing unless you feel the silence.
Tracing the lines made with chalk. Life is useless unless you feel the living spark.
Crafting elongated signals across the chart to ignite significance across the board.
Live loving is the struggle to have your mind boggle until it regroups and makes sense of the struggle.
Sounds and music.
Vibrations that are congruent with the feeling that's felt.
A pencil melts into the page of the chapter kept sacred by a sage.
The meaning is real as long as you can feel.
When it ends up meaningless then you know you have failed.

It's happening. I'm back
again rapping
in my back room.
Relaxing while I'm slapping on some vinyl
records mastering the craft
of mashing styles
again.
Miles of ink and piles of pens.
Keeping our song alive 'til the end of time.
Turn it back
and begin again
because the cycle of our souls essence is infinite...
Clouds are moving by so fast
reminds me of an acid trip.

Futuristic visons reflecting that of past experience.

Back to the holy sacrament of living passionate.
I think we all should stand on this land
we're given hand in hand.

Hands together.

It's today.
We gotta love melodically.
From all sides turn
to God.
Then you're not stuck
in the same same old spot.
Over your head and your mind
under a rock.

So what do we do?

We say we have to sit on the bank.
But in reality we need to collaborate
and meditate.

Hands Together.

Falling on a cloud while I'm clapping and singing
that it's common law to love.
I'm feeling this all the while
I'm coming out of the outer realm
of happiness, of consciousness.
I'm glad this is a life that I can live to gain
A Consciousness.

Ready treading.
Banking Heaven.
Higher heading onto Seven.

Connections are blending.

Rapture sure to capture all
turns to mending.
Free for all
beach sand meshing.
Flesh is blessing
Love Living.

Respect creatures.

Beings less than or equal.
Keep on giving people
brother sister
love her miss her sweet
swisher on my lips.

Ears open.
HEARD
Meditation
key to worlds of blankness,
tranquility.

Are you feeling?

Seeing things how they are in the streets,
this young girl ***** every boy that she meets.
But I've got ***** feet.

I got ***** cleats on the field of life.

And I cannot see the future
in my eye.

I can't think straight.
My brain is fried.
Although, I have stopped my cigarette smokin'.

Don't mind my loud voice.
I'm usually soft spoken.
I know I look well put together,
but inside I'm broken.

I appreciate you,
so here's my token.

High in the sky; eyes met.
The lovely lady by my side.
Time together spent between land and air.
Carefully careless; and aware.
Funny finding our way back to the initial connection.
To where we first shared art.
Then did we depart?
Similar surroundings. Different destinations.
The astounding woman's vibrato.
Resonation.
Sensation.
Elation.
Still, to this day,
sustained.