My thought process never really got around this...
How I could not profess to latter, the feelings for a goddess profoundest. From genesis you willed the cycle of life like Mother Nature, even though it grew to be your nemesis, you still recycled time to mother a stranger. Pincushioned by Love once…no twice, the repercussions of a chronic illness costs an arm and a leg. Pushing love once, no dice, but sneaking cousins call it weakness and so they come and beg. Polaroid picture of a vintage flower you are, keeps shining through the darker lens...Paranoid feature, a linkage to my late Father’s cool car, keeps driving to Wonderland. Ma, I’ll always admire your strategy of war, patience is virtue. How you always lit the fire of synergy and lore, I’m your patent statue. Inhale coz out of breath, resuscitated late being paid, or realised the thorn of this lifeless hell.
Derailed and out of depth, an eviscerated state of being, as I laid my eyes upon her lifeless shell. Hide eternal gears, moving aerial still…shots coming fly under. I cried internal tears during the burial...
the deal is shortcomings lie under. Best say it real, they tried to **** us both Eyes and Toes. Hence, I break the deal coz God sealed us both like Ice and Stone. Nefertiti won the game of thrones now, name me king!! Never guilty, walk, aim, overthrow the beast now, Angels sing!!

“There's nothing like doing something that you can grow old and die with. No additives, no preservatives, no fashion just passion…pure talent!!”

The Rebel inside...
Imprisoned by an institutionalised conscious
Hear the Lion's roar inside,
It's the Rebel's clamour
Feel the prism of both...
and break free from this prison of ghosts
Be the Lion of course...
Be the Rebel of Cause

Be Rebellion *(Rebel-lion)

our biggest FAILURE yet, amongst all our grand designs and revolutions so forth, POVERTY. And it should be a SIN to think otherwise. In fact, to even utter the word “progress” should not be admissible to the tongue. Yes, technology has broken ground in the lines of industrial communication and data. And in digitalizing the Global front, but still fails dismally in sweeping the dust off the FLOOR, in layman's (lament) terms …the dusty faces of the POOR. Why is the World so keen in ostracising poverty as a human problem??? How can we be proud and call ourselves Inventers and architects of paradigms like the Food Chain, deriving History and experimenting the destiny of bloodlines from the sweat and adversity of the disadvantaged or non-privileged?? It’s so dehumanizing, no wonder God has no voice.  That’s why the world can never progress into the Future, coz we actually obsess in this perpetual vicious cycle like a possessive toy we can’t get enough of. It’s now become an unnatural part of this so-called human development and we’ve condoned it for so long, if anything it’s become bliss…IGNORANCE IS BLISS, right?

That’s why some of us are so absorbed by insurrection, we call ourselves REBELS…Because we don’t fall for the “Okey Dokey”, the “PINK is the new black, so let me be gay” propaganda. We don’t sell out the poor, WE DON’T HAVE TIME FOR A PINK WORLD, WE ONLY HAVE TIME FOR A “THINK” WORLD,

PRECISELY BECAUSE WE HAVE AN OBNOXIOUS CANINE SENSE OF LOYALTY TO THE POOR…FEEL ME…

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.

Seeing my Grandmother still giving unconditional love…
Amazing high waters, I’m still keeping my head above
The body of a beautiful woman floating…
Can’t recall the face of the man boating
His salvation, in the hands of a Man running on water
As I’m showered away in a trance, coming to wake-up

Writer's block stroke like ethereal pottery, but just can't touch to feel the pulse. It's nothing to those with that inner zeal poetry, but just lack guts to fill the part. We're Silver lines, the reason our God is enigma's got the World coveting. Uncivilised to us that they can't see...the irony of their stigma is what's got the World conceiving. Thorough Bread always falling on the buttered side, the devil's hate for a Maverick misunderstood. I turn my head against the battered side for the simple sake of managing what's missed under this good. Picture Grandma's souvenirs in the living room, untouchable as if waiting for Jesus himself to come test us. Remember Grandpa's sober years when he was still living, shrewd and uncrushable...you'd have to be a Genius yourself just to reach a consensus. 10 years old words sprouting from this Sinner's mind to growing grey hair...
Man, fear is too old in this World clouding Silver lines from this pouring rain scare...

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...

What if this life is consequences of our actions in our past life…?
if you believe in that sort of thing…        
Coz if you believe you have a Spirit, then you inevitably believe in reincarnation. And if in this state our weaknesses surpasses our strengths, and our physicality surpasses our spirituality, then it’s safe to say this dimension or frequency we’ve been summoned to, could be purgatory or God forbid…Hell.

I have one life to live, so why get married??
I mean they say life is short, so let live and let’s live…
I have no time to settle coz I’m subtle…
I have no time for soapy Love
I feel like Bobby Brown…

Maybe I am supposed to be a Rockstar…
Plus I don’t know how to propose, look at my raw scar…
But yah, I guess this won’t mean **** until “it’s all said and done”
Maybe die sad and young…

I think I’ll call this piece, *One life to live!!!