Listen to the lion.
Refrain from replying.
Resist the impulse of lying even when
Trying to help the victim.

Restrict them;
The feelings that urge you to strip
Their courage.
Listen to the lion.

Stand aside from lies.
No reward for the tries; but for living
Honest lives.
Listen to the lion.

I want her so.
Does it ever show?
Will she never know?

Is it love?
Adoration?
Or maybe, both.

Though I feel no hope.

I will continue to look and listen.
Straight into her eyes as they glisten.
From a tear of sadness to the shimmer of happiness.

All the while I'm wishing.

Is it ******?
I've tried to consider.
I want it to be, but it's not.
It's something better.

Still, I feel like a distant visitor.

She comes and she goes.
Then she reappears.
My mind freezes, and my heart grows.
It remembers for me the existence of this beauty.

My heart, that is, knows as much as my mind.
I find they both are connected to my soul.

And she.

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.

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.

Lots of innocents have a loss of innocence.
They are stuck on top of the fence.
Just waiting for the next chance
to make something memorable.

Something that makes sense for all
the adolescence hoping
you'll hear their two cents.

And if you can't see this, then
adjust your contact lens.

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?

Ritualized out of the skies
in all places and all faces.

Rightly so,
a brightened show of patterned glow.

Enlightened thought is included
in the time we spend alive.
But after life we thrive.

Rightly so,
a brightened show of patterned glow.

I'm going to keep singing
until the last day
I'm alive.
Until I die, I'm going
to spit this jive.

Rightly so,
a brightened show of patterned glow.

To live a righteous life
is my internal drive
to set external vibes.

To reach eternal life.

There's ash in the air/ I'll turn back around.
I'll see you at the next time/ in my life/
There's a turn. In my own life/
I see it coming.

I can't wait.

Pain, and we succeed.
Everyday we succeed.

I see you as I come by/ wishing wondering.
Wishing what we could be/ and every once in a while/
I know you will be thinking of me.

Of me.

I see/
in my own life that I will be/
one more time *****.
Unleashing my inner self/ I'm gonna' raise the bar.
And start a war.

I will succeed.
Try/ I will succeed.

Just let me go/ I want to leave this place.
Just leave me be.
Let me go.

We could raise the bar.

And start a war.

The full circle
from the drama that was
Fresh out of the kitchen.
Cut outside the box
with precision.

Now, I've landed on this page
in the book of my life.
Biographical account
of natural light.

Tactical insights;
Love. Loss. Fights.

Basic rights.

THEN.
The end of Mankind.

2012 left to blow your mind.

Six
Seven
Eight
Nine

Ten men
all journeyed together.
Ended up dead.

And they sold our own young.
As if we offered our own blood.

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.

Spending my time in some kind
of euphoria.
Some shallow lyrics for you.
But I know they're not boring you.

The triteness of radio songs has been around for so long.
It's a wonder why they're considered
meaningful at all.

I hate the radio.

Considered an other, and left them
alone.
Understood
the struggle away from my own home.
Unexpected vanishing trick
they played.
Stay strong and carry on for a number of days.
Celebratory occasions
came and gone.
Still no sign of that soul
I was hanging on.
I had a gift for her. Thoughtful and true.
But left alone was I by the one
I did not pursue.
I did this thinking
it would be the best for her and I.
Maybe it was. 
Still I wonder
Is she here? Or in the sky..

I'll let the waves sing to me
until they cease to sound.
An Ocean of experience
I could only learn from, yet
I am subsided.

A stranger on the same Earth.

Land and Sea;
seemingly different plantes, no,
but different dimensions in themselves.
The same biology. Separate existences.

Oceans;
they make up more of our (human) home
than our own (human) ground.

Lest we forget our brother and sister beings
we share this land with.
Are they just as ostracized
from the "stranger", Ocean?

Or
are we (humans) alone in that?

So be it, as you see
it's the start of a new era.

Words crash; hear them
clash, then they turn
into ash.

Now it's hieroglyphic
style; puts the world in submission.
And the vision for this mission
is what makes you want
To Listen.

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.

Off the clock.

Still working.

Diligently working.

Where's my money?

Sometimes I can.
Sometimes I can't.
Sometimes I will myself not to.
Sometimes I can accomplish mighty things.
Conquer the conquest.
Alleviate the alleged adversity and
Lay to waste the synthetic, apparent, circumstantial cluster of torrential downpour.
When it rains it pours. And when I sleep the demons soar.
But my mind is more powerful, much more resilient.
My heart is infinitely harder than any that are  forceful before it.

I can, have, and will overcome any and all.
I exist, and not anything else can change my solstice.

Mouth full of iron.
                                               The tension; grinding.
Impeccable loneliness..
No.                                 The **** lack of communication.

Just say something. Let me know.
  I am very understanding.

Do not underestimate my politeness.
Do not undermine my humanity.

We are all here for a short time..
   Let's spend at least some of it together.

I've been drinking

It's outlandish how I have to
                                   manage on this
mismanaged planet
                     and plan my life in this
**** land of sin I'm in

                                       Like choking on cinnamon
More like spoons full of sugar got
                                           Mary going down and popping medicine
So sick it makes you want to
                                     hold shut your nose hole with a clothes pin
Air out your ***** laundry
          Let the funk blow in the wind
                        then throw all your dreams away in a clothes bin.

                                                   Look at me
        I'm sitting here faintly inebriated with this picture I've painted
        
        Judging other people's vices..

You are wonderful.
You are beautiful.
You are wise.
You are kind.
You share.

You dream.
You will never be regular;
because your existence is spectacular.

At night I dreamt and I spoke the most beautiful poetry.
I even said to myself in my lucid dream; at the moment I realized what I was saying I need to remember; it was so rare and beautiful, profound even.
It's the same as the thoughts that are in my head when I am awake and conscious. Conscious like not in a dream world I could never fully explain or say or convey what is truly in my mind

First thing we do is build it up.
The second thing we do is
break it down.

Open up; let me in.
Let me in like
the Sun.
Like your son.

On top
Alone.
Like we were the dead.
Run to the next place where
you can't  find yourself.

When the lights come
we can tell me to slow it down.
But I feel as if they are telling me to keep going.
After some sign it's all I can see.
All I can feel.
All I can be.

It's coming over me.
And I can't see the other side of this building's ending.
Like this **** was never ending.

Oh, can you hear my cry?

Can you hear my cry, lowly?
Below the lullaby?

I can't wait to see you when I come home.
You'll be there
waiting at the footsteps of your door.
I hope.

Blank sheet.
Blank slate.
Still sitting in the same seat;
The same state I've been
in a funk.
Wanting a change to begin. I'm sick
of this junk.
Real change comes from within, but
I only feel pain under my skin.

Hard to complain 'cause it is my sin
that made things this way.
This is today.
What will tomorrow say?

So I forget my death.
(I'll separate all that you'll be).
Don't wait because I'm still
bleeding.

So take away the rest.
(You're still what my subconscious sees).
I'm going to wait because I'm still
dreaming.

I used to love you, and think
I was above you.
Now, I am under
crushed by the weight of my fall.
And I crash and burn ever since.
You were the love I lost on purpose.
It was the right thing
I am certain.

Now let me breathe.