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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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******* 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.

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..

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

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

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

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