Bubbled inside a raindrop as the pressure descends to a whirl that needs us, plus inertia...pop, here lies the jungle inside the main cause measured by Rand in a World that breeds lumps, must be Cancer. Caught up in thoughts of no authority, what else can one do in this dispiriting zeitgeist? As I plot these dots of hope analogy, maybe there's still a chance in these persisting guidelines. Calls of Monks chanting on bright skulls and we seem eager to hear the voice of God, which leaves a lot to be desired like mastering the bright stars in the deep Ether, just to bear this void of course. New waves come and go disguised in these ageing times Apocalypse, the past shouting names of old sinners coming back to life with disgust, like ***-changing minds...I'm appalled by this. Modern demigods blinding clairvoyance with binding flamboyance, and it's hard to sense a touch of innocence there. If it's not the Flaming Sun, then why is it global tolerance for my people to perspire despair in such abundance here??
Dark Clouds cover the mission of Churches along with the diluted message, while Half-Brothers fail to spread their scriptures for searches to diffuse these sketches...

Love...still a token of existence, your Merciful Testament made time so distant. The Heart of Man is now hollow and dark, living is a mere breath of chance and luck. Our Planet has lost its Heroes now, ask our parents, all the Bikos now lay on pillows coz of the Ones and Zeros. I still Love my World and your eminence Lord or maybe you to Priests and Presidents more. These words are not to be written once again, they exist only in the truth and light of this page once and never again. For I'm not proud of the latter...people's vices as hate surfaces, you would expect something better. Kids perish, always in harm's way, deem the manner...nowadays, parents are kids on an Aids' ladder. Envision the World and Pray, when you see through the eyes of a Kid who's a bit fatter.

Food shortage on the News footage while we hold our plates, carnage and wars killing our foliage, we hold a future without days. As vanity reigns, I fear our image will grow mutant. Ancestors will abandon our sanity ways like a school headed by students, weak and lucent. I pray for core amends dearly and hope for better trends Earthly and in the Sea, so this Letter can just be a lonely message in a bottle drifting away steadily in the deep...


Sincerely yours,
Oasis

This Rock we're daily pushing...sad coz, these norms of justifying wrongs leave some of our Brothers and Sisters mooching. I've seen millions in all currencies, just listening to Humans expressing thoughts and feelings in all summaries. But what's it worth? when on Earth wisdom gets in one ear and out the other like an Oath. I've shaken the hands of time and so far have lived par, getting irritated as the clock ticks...fix some beverage at the bar coz I'm still average and so I pull tar. World matters, endless wars and crimes wall minds and withers, a friend of mine said it's a balance that will always be with us. I agree, but truth is Black homes and poverty was never meant to be indigenous. Economize for the future, the unplanned or foreseen, condomize for the butcher...I hope you're half-man and half-machine. Realize, we're just pawns in a chess game, needing to survive the heat in the fast lane, Materialize!

Impaired skin, my boy said rid the mind from a World of things. But this can't be about your hair or being thin, you have the eyes of God and so bold, a Queen. Under this Land is nature's jewel, in a way I understand why you chose Men as a change of crew. Dark texture and shy, roots pre-destined to mark the star of the sky, so never mind those pimples, the heart of Man pumps greed and becomes green at the sight of those dimples. I toss grace in here to your scars in predicaments, when your lost days in fear turn to beer, drugs and cigarettes. The puzzle piece to my Lung, how can this troubled Queen be done? Stretching both arms for wealth and strength, it's touching to know you held your guards at the arms of death. Cutting sweat with no alarm...you had to take his breath, so to keep harm at arm's length. Hold on Soul of tenacity, our modern walls should picture your face on grafitti, to resemble the forgotten wall-painted scriptures like the face of Nefertiti. No one knows the journey you chose, and so I'll leave this prose and let you be on your toes...

Last I read, the Alpha said Jesus gave us Wine, Bread and Fish. The Way, Light and Truth was spread for nothing in return, a moving Church made wide, stead for each. Today I see business in Church all made part of some tradition, no valid permission...just a twisted perception of the less in the lurch and the rich in the mission. All due respect, I've seen Priests get lured by church female adolescence, truth. Priests are mentors especially to juvenescence, no wonder now church feels like a fashion parade courtesy of young essence, youth. Our Kids are now spiritually weak, they think going to church cleanses the sins for the following week. Adults say they've tried, but I see God holding a cane...whoever rebuked my Aunt's burial, pray you're not first in the lane. Where do we run to when Holy places are not such an Oasis? When white man doesn't travel to the moon with you? I don't know your faces...just mine, Black Jesus and Yahweh as basis...

No breath, no heartbeat, inside dreams we tend to feel infant and vivid. The great fall or fairy ***, bite tongue and taste the blood...we people flood limits. Hearts spin, No... Love spins at times we crush our own doves like hard twins. Anticipate the future, big dreams, true being...I'm marching loyal with all, I look back to secure, and 'true scenes' short keys to insert and free the mental. The flesh gets raggedy and within cash trades shortcomings, gradually we getting thin. Newspapers now reads child mates goat, politicians come live now to fake votes. Grown foods to feed us, you...touch your soil for mankind, neither do I wish to view a grown foetus. Water is no longer priceless, a bottled value, go ahead your highness...sparkle freedom and add a flavour. Nothing can reciprocate the Life of Lakes, Trees and Landscapes, it seems as we move forth the noisier it gets, Escape? Change needs a push, you can't hide behind the bush. Love, loathe, friends and foes in war when peace come to shove, we call a Truce...And if God's Equation solves the coffins, then I suspect his Creation can solve the orphans etc....

The deepest core of Love, Weak...
Like the deepest raw inside, wooing
Heaven was the devil's peak...
and so many saw their demise cruelly

Never call them bitchez, it's a home where us fishes reside...
Similar to Mary's womb enriched with a Chance for us to reach the sky.

*****, sweet, innocuous Seed
Survived ****** brutality...

Pride, slick, promiscuous deed
Unprotected *** fatality.

Flashbacks of a juvenile burning curiosity like the charm of a snake, outside looking in...And all the setbacks between the two sides luring the tediosity to take some straight on the side while school is in.
Big ups, the cotton wool is pulled over our eyes, how do you shape-shift between freedom and destruction?? I pick you up through the rotten like a fool even though I know inside I can't escape a stiff one, while you lead them down that path of destruction. The comfort of Noah being a drunk is naive, I delve in your chemical name called Spirits. That's why you're a demon drug like how Eve and Adam were beguiled into this subliminal game and lost the Sphinx. Master of inebriation, you're probably the cause of an Old Man's flaws or the reason why we lost our Love for...The Answer to Liberation, seeing Old Timers and Mentors slip and fall on odour tavern floors...
Excuse me and watch your step, tomorrow they might think I'm on drugs coz' of your transgressions. Exclude me and watch you're back, you never know...they might just think I'm a **** coz' of your aggression. Exorcise in solitude and stop disturbing the peace between families and friends. Our Sisters are now exercising fortitude in the fog, curbing their dreams by imbibing in fantasies and trends.
Pains to see Good Men possessed out of success and in denial...
But then again Real Men will profess out of such stress and be the Lion.

Hear that...craziness cunning hard for a kiss of ***,
"You wanna forget your troubles?"
I say Cheers to that blaziness coming hard...you can kiss my ***,
"Give me another double".

Five AM, dawn
Like dead and God just woke up
Eyes blink to rekindle, yawn
Mind reinstates the system with an unfastened locker
Predator is prey
Rebels tie boots and camouflage through Monday.

Create your own evolution
Even fools grow to a solution
Lose all senses but your own in essence
For times lost and alone in lessons
Learn to be your own teacher
In the pits of Pain
Then see your own feature
In the Spirit of Change

Pure existence breeds contempt like the Persecution of my King or that Book without chapters and numbers. And so Passive Resistance leaves Comrades discontent about the execution of being ‘you’ without ‘Chambers and Partners’. Grew apart with a friend, next time was like seeing an alien ship, left a blind spot open for desperation, friend or foe? And got stabbed in the back…Fooled into thinking it was companionship, didn’t watch my spot in anticipation and so the “Rand” he chose and got the money in the bank. Yearning for a shoulder to cry on or perhaps a sighing door…and yet year in and out, getting older in these Love Crimes lying coz’ of colder trying times, fix those Goodbye threats or that’s her signing off. Mental toil stifling like a treadmill on quicksand, what could it be but Debts. Metal and Oil, at least she’s still shuffling and not threatening…Must make a quick plan to bridge the gaps. Not to mention the Bigotry at work from a brother did I Mention? Just so he can grow a ‘Bigger Tree’ out of work from the Brothers, can you imagine? Unconscious stress suppression is make belief survival. Atrocious acts of violence surprise us, as we take this Life beneath what’s vital. A new hate is surfacing with deceiving smiles from Siblings, and now it’s too late for circling coz’ of this believing while we fall for the sinning. Blood spilled spots like, why couldn’t I put the dots together? But **** Spots are blueprints; it’s hard to put the plot together. Tried to rail your train of thoughts to the perils around my Mother’s condition, but somehow it evaded your vein of thought and now the devil’s around your Karma position.
These Scars are cracks to a revelation you’re not ready for, but your transgressions…
You marred bad on a ***** facing many odds bra…I swear to the Ancestors!!

The sound of my footsteps; a hoping guidance to faith
My sound of breath teaches this blackness I’m alive in fate
The echoes tell me the journey is deep and far from over
My eyes, a drunken blind man, I feel far from sober
Skin is dry and cold, a symptom of no light
But though I’m driven by some divine force to fight
In my mind I ponder, what will the world think if I fail?
In my heart I wonder, how will it feel when I prevail?
This task of greatness shakes my guts
No choice now, I am no more men in huts
I hear drops of past storms telling stories of Maverick
The devil’s poetry, devious and mesmeric
My damp shoes are cold feet, at times I miss Mother’s towel
No more excuses, comfort zone of being fatherless

I continue reciting Tunnel…

Better watch the space, coz places are now probably a conspiracy base…Shame on us, Races with two faces, ready to talk about peace as if we care about World Changes. Behind walls, behind doors, behind your ears...Listen more to get near, coz my dear plots are made to reach the top behind laws through your fears. Repercussions, f*ckin findings are hard pressing when you see evil, coz your free minded, strongly-rooted like tight Eagles, dark Red Indians wrongly extinct by States ego, dodge that missile and pray they miss you, coz you as well can see through people. Manifest it’s clear we all seek some hope, but though hope in folks sometimes burns my Soul, when grown Man fail to keep their Morale in dope. Snatching phones, break-ins into your kinds’ makings is all contracting and shame home slaving. I guess that’s why sometimes we must forget this World…Tough Blacks plough back, so many Souls are sold. Forget the cops find God and stay strong... be Bold…even though it’s like reviving a corpse ****** by worms.

Work, money, Love and my Life...
****, honey, love and my wife?

...And players will tussle and strive lust,
while prayers hussle to arrive with us...

K.Penmanship