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I am but one grain
Falling,
Descending,
Gliding,
Through air, I do fall
I land among many,
I am but a moment in Time,
Now passed & *gone.
Joe Cole Challenge
  Sep 2014 Fallen Rebel of Eden
Kenshō
3 Paces North
from the old
moss grove
lies a magik
mystery tome!
Translating,
stories past,
secrets of
never told.
The transcendent
orb you hold,
more real
than any
gold.

Trans·for·ma·tion is possible.
.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0sp5ytkbpLg
Put me in a jar
and In you'r eye I will break that glass.
Bring me to my bones
and I will trap in your laugh.

Give me a rode to spare
and I will show you real love.
Strap my joy in the pierce- of my wrist
and you will be left alone to sew in together the spill of my conniptions I left behind.

(INCREDIBLE INK- TEAM JAGUAR)
© Copyright 2014 S.T. Parish Rebel of Eden
Spin the bottle. Hope its a foul.
What of life ?  
it surrounds us like a magicians cloak,
deception,
slight of hand,
cut the deck,
pick a card,  
confusion,
the illusion is complete.


© H V Swan
Go ahead
and hold your arms out
open them up for me
you become soul exertion
searching for creed in me
running to me
finding that you transcend
into nothing of me
delight is the remedy
and you wonder sober
in wilderness treading tears
but arrogant your heart is
your palms had lived arsenal
bleeding in solitaire
so alone is your mind
because you still
can't find me
somewhere in here
the elixir of your dreams
and yet cryptic outside my doorway
I harbor my luxuries
where it once was dust
where many times
you taunted
many times you've doubted me
and now the rose has ascended
you long to trace my sent
I will transcend
leaving you scentless, def, and blind.

(INCREDIBLE INK- TEAM JAGUAR HAWAII)
© Copyright 2014 S.T. PARISH Rebel of Eden
Love is like litmus paper. Tred carefully.
...NO THAT'S WHERE YOU'RE WRONG
YOU'RE REPPIN THE WRONG SONG
AS A MATTER OF FACT
THE FACT IS THE MAXIM TACK
I MATTER
PEOPLE MATTER
WE
EVEN MAKE EXCEPTIONS FOR THE MAD-HATTERS
I DECLINE ISSUES OF OPINIONS UNNECESSARY
WHERE THE DOORS CLOSE ON YOUR POISON BERRIES

WHAT A SHAME...

PIERCED BY YOUR JUVENILE DELINQUENT MOUTH
THAT HAD SPENT SO MUCH TIME YAPPING DOWN SOUTH
YOU
YOUR FOGGED UP WINDOWS NEED WINDEX TO WIPE
ALL THE RUST WHERE MAGGOTS RELAX THIER EXHAUST PIPES
CAUSE I'M JUST ONE OF THOSE WHO BURST IN WITH
ALL THAT I LIVED MORE THAN YOUR GLOBAL TITTYS AND YOUNG BOY HOOD SPIT

IT'S A **** SHAME...

THEY- YOU
THEY DON'T KNOW WHAT THEY'RE TALKING ABOUT
THE GOVERNMENT
THE CHANGE FOR A NO DOUGHT
I AIN'T MAD BUT I DO APPRECIATE THE PUBLIC DISTURBENCE
STIRED UP IN CRITCAL FIELD DISCUSSIONS LACKING INTELLIGENTCE
I INSTIST
~NO~
I ENCOURAGE
I FORGIVE
I STILL THINK
YOU'RE WAISTING TIME ON
DEVOURING THE ONES
WHO HAD ALREADY TASTED
THIS POISON IN YOUR CUP
RIPPLING
*******

WHAT A SHAME...

MAKE YOUR SPEECH PRESENT
I CAN HEAR YOU
RIGHT THROUGH YOUR FEARS
ERASE THEM
WHAT MATTERS MOST
NO ONE IS BETTER
THAN THE OTHER
LEADERSHIP IS NOT IN A SUITE
IS IT IN SOMEONE WHO NEEDS
NOT WANTS
FOR EQUALITY TO JUSTIFY
WHAT WARS CANT PREVAIL
IN HATE CRIMES.

#justiceforvictems

(INCREDIBLE INK- TEAM JAGUAR HAWAII)
© Copyright 2014 S.T. Parish Rebel of Eden
#justiceforvictems
Well well well time to tell Pandora box sparked from hell fire at close range click this phat
trophy for ****** up the madness open up the flyn' rat-tatz! and they thought they can kick it like ol skool Reeboks
This be Monday
Slap that Saterday
It's still payday American Inkstuh
Pens be sizzling like grills muthuh fuckuh
Wait... this ain't no street talk
I be better than a heated ham hawk
Critics help the senile
Hey I propose to you a young poetic juvenile
I threaten what is *******
Woop that with BOOTS TO ***** like The Rock got tired of them candy *****
Fortitude is non if you don't have the move to walk it ***
I chew fiber from your brain
Drain the intellect like the blood from the brother of Cain
School you to respect
Peel truth from your two face tongue one layer at a time
Feed you a plate of broken glass
to swallow that crime
If you know better don't waist time
Because that lie gone sit on your chest in repeat till you die.

(INCREDIBLE INK- TEAM JAGUAR HAWAII)
© Copyright 2014 S.T. Parish
Rebel of Eden
Honesty about ones self is the key. No question, come and come hard, or real. After darkness, there is always light.
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