If I give her what she wants....Will I get what I need....the mind of complication...falls victim to questions...and wonder...cuz those things cause wander... and I look lost while I'm looking around...Post in confusion waiting to be found...see the mind plays tricks..and body makes you sick... but the heart don't lie...no heart don't lie....but I call it the soul...because the heart can die...But the soul lives forever... between you and I...because I gave you what you want...you'll remember what you need...and that would be thought.... when I am dead and gone...When I can't give you what you want...but you'll have what you need...My Heart....

You fault me
because now
I know satisfaction
because now i love me
I'm Arrogant?
Excuse me...
I will enjoy my satisfaction
The Joy of loving me
If you have a problem with my satisfaction
You can take it up with me..
but You won't harm this image
No im quite proud of me
So I'll enjoy the satisfaction
of who I've grown to be.
Internally,
I've found satisfaction
and i won't lose it again
so until another needs protection
My Satisfaction I'll Defend.

I feel like being myself Now
Now, I feel like being myself
I feel like Now being myself
Being myself now, I feel like
Myself Now, I feel like being
Feel Like I'm Now being Myself

At this momment I'm currently in myspace....the area around me that you cant penetrate...I Dont get to close to your face...you tend to regurgitate...garbage from the radio..you's a stupid *** stupid stupid ***...pollution...that we find to be revolution.. we came from wadding in the water...and being born by the river...What we over comming screaming *** *** ***...throwing out this paper shake it... fast fast fast...What happend to the love make it last last last...Love and happiness see thats the past past past...See we use to be 360 plus active and well rounded...now we just 360 plus a little more the rounded...Hey my people hey my friends...Come and join myspace...We can have a chance to win...Just Come close to MY face...

The Mystery is....still a mystery...
So i slove what i can...the problems of man...
The Mystery is.... still a mystery...
So i love who I can...According to plan...
The mystery is still a mystery...
So what will i find...Inside my mind...
the answers to some...the questions of all...
Where do you run... Who do you call...
The blessings of life no mystery there...
Just Call out his name for he is everywhere...
The Mystery is whats taking so long...
Let him into your heart thats where he belongs...
#Yahweh!!

Freedom I see..
naturality...
pure...
undisturbed life....that doesn't have to fight..but just be...
What ever it was ment to..What ever it was born to...
created to live, grow, and breathe...Clean air provided at a breeze...
green leaves...and old oak trees..
water and rocks clash...as wind blows tall grass...
freedom peacefuly...
undisturbed unity....
Ecology...
That runs from root to root...sounds that never mute...
  
but our bound cells...search for wishing wells...
Just to find equality...
Disturbed unity...
Biology...
Thats quick to shoot..mouths that never mute..
For Freedom I'll never see....
Naturally...
war...
Disturbed life...
Which means we fight...Cant just let it be....
What it was ment to... What it was born to...
Created to live free...as the breeze...
but bound to our skin...
until peacefully returned to dust again...
perfectly...
found unity...
Humanity....

You find a new way to make it socially acceptable
What you're doing to me..
So that you we just see it as how it is..
so let me make it easy..  
Let me just bend over for you world...
Just like my blood before
Because you keep forcing yourself upon me..
******* me...******* me....
so rough like ******* brazzers...
Like a flick on Punishtube...
With no ****...
thank you money for hold me down..
while you watch big brother
have his way...
maybe if I was a woman I could reproduce..
But My **** just goes lump so fast...
while life repeatedly ***** me in the ***...

Good Job,
Did great!
(But I can do it better)

Thoughts.. You've been nickled and dimed...hassled and crimed...robbed at point blank range...Me too. us The 30 an under...No magic card given by Tom Joyner...We missed out on Odell's, And now get the Owells...institution tuition...constitution divison...We reap what was sown, by the rich and the grown...And given the jobs that our kids should own...Whats 13 dollars when rent is 8 bills...whats flat land when all we got is hills...Nickled and dimed...and their crying for themselevs...greedy money suckers with library shelves..Im you with jingles and bells..protest and yells..that nobody hears..but everybody fears..quaterly robbed...nickled and dimed...as if it was ok to be hassled and crimed..#weinthistogether

I was born without my third finger
On my left hand.
I thought that I was weird
for the first 18 years
cuz i felt like I was missing
someone...
      
But every one was made
for a reason
and I guess my flaws were
too.....

Reaction
to core reactor,
Explosion,
here now
before and after.....

with an all seening Eye...cuz for that green **** we all die...One... we aint one...were infested with legions...of demons...they call sin.. living with reasons...and a dollar will make her work...a penny would really hurt...comparing it with water while you pay to make it rain...cuz they compared it to water, you cant live with out your brain...trapped you in the circle to laugh and watch you die...nobody shot them in the head they only have but one eye...One vision..is there mission...and One dollar is the bill...foundation of the nation and no sgins of capital hill..just refreance to thier Origin what they feell is real...becarful how you fold it dont mess up the Great Seal... Cuz for people who hated Color Why would you use a Pyrimid...Cuz they found a secret when they vandilized the sphinx's head...dont get confused by my god...Cuz it might not be my GOD..my god my god we all turst in god...Cuz a dollars says we do...cuz we couldn't trust in silver, in gold or in You...but we turst in little bills...with pyrimids in great seals...cuz once any thing is buried it can see it all...So they buried the truth so you wont know at all...

She said 1 plus 1 was 4 ,
But i thought it was us.
See that 4 **** brought up the fus
Cant add 2 more to our mix
that aint the way to fix
Our problems.
Sad thats how we had to slove them.

Swinging in my door came ******
thats what she said
honestly I thought that would leave me dead
It took time to see her tricks,
Starten fights to call me a son of *****
The delima,
What more could I do but to deliever.

Time be lost since then
start out fresh took time to begin,
I been on track
she been on her back,
no more drama
****, now she feelin the karma

I question myself... When was the last time....
I've been all work ... No time to unwind...
Yesterday..Today....All of last week...
I've been grinding...for a purpose...
I can't stop for one day...
But if I did , if I stopped for just one day ...
I would be all play... Forgetting my cares...
Walking barefoot in the sand...hair down...
Laughing... Just one day ,
forget the master plan..
But what if it would have been the plan all along...
to relax...release my stress... the manipulation of free will..
My soul would be talking to me...
So easy to feel when I let go of the world and just be me..

My destiny, my purpose...to ensure I still exist.
Waking me back up, hitting me on the insides...
I don't want to resist ... Bring it into creation ... What always did exist
Truth....that I gotta grind to survive...can't get lost inside this mind.
Being a slave to a time frame... 9-5 causing all my distress ...
Wasting me away... Suppressing my talent and keeping it at bay...
an honest days work... But I could do better... I'm suppose to be GREAT I say... But is it too late?
To be a rebel! A guerilla on a mission..
to feed life into a nation of deadbeats..speak words like an apostle...
until they're willing to crucify me...John the Baptist me..
Better yet Kennedy...Malcolm X...Realize my Potential and straight up King Me!
Check mate because everyone that was great, met a similar fate.
There is no debate . You wanna be great.... Then you gotta be brave...
Pray for courage, because theses hate filled people will discourage ....
Like prior examples and media samples..
Propaganda, but the truth of it...lies within the proof I spit....
wake up and smell the **** piles...wake up and see the waste land...
we are in the matrix and you chewing the wrong pill..
because life feels good when your frozen under a deep chill...
Reality the land of the lazy, non doers,
pessimist unaware of their own personal power ... Reality ...
Why do they hug this coward..
Why can't we hug a ****...perception fed...through a long tube of B,S
Deception.... as I place my feet in the sand...
that the beach is as good as it gets..
Fighting against society rules yet embracing the truths ...
A **** might have a good heart... But how did he get that name...
Probably bad news ... I want to give him a chance but I won't be the fool...
Just my luck ... Society flips a coin and I'm stuck ...
Stuck in an earth suit... Yet my spirit is it's own world ,
no matter where I'm at... I feel the sand between my toes...
I choose to bring happiness in my soul.. Everywhere I step...
Joy....From the bottom of my soles..
My light glows and shows...as I remember I've been working just as hard...
so maybe the sand might just be doing its job....
All I have to do is be my true self... That's the energy...
Straight from the source... The best light I know... Used to create me...
For I am temple...as God flows through out me!

I miss my Organic Soul...
                                       And its tuesday...
I'm left without a home...
What do you say...
When I wanna speak a word...but yet no ears have heard... because I've lost my Organic soul...
I Feel so cold...
I guess I could warm on Wednesdays...
                                        But I still feel so alone...
I miss the music in my life...
With no organic soul, I'm not whole..
                                       Just a poet without a mic...
11 years of life and my soul was there every night...
              Cuz it was organic...
                more like magic...
that walt disney never had...
See it was real...
Organic like having a mom and dad...cuz we all got a mom and dad...
But if your was organic you could rock the mom and mom and respect the dad and dad...
See the freedom was unchained...
                                            and the artist had no vian....
Just a vein that made us one...who ever blessed the stage...
Cuz the beauty was organic..
.Athena she never had it...
Just that little scene on Egear Street...Where the world could hear my magic...
I miss my Organic soul...
so I roam the streets without one...
Cuz Nothing could feel as pure as you...
                                                        Its Tuesday And I don't know what to do...

Jumps start the gun..today on the run.. but thats just my mind...body laggin behind..But im feelin entergetic so Im Just freestyling lines...leaned against the pines...Running these powderd lines...parked in a fire lane collecting fines..Exhilarated heart beats turn into mental treats...as for my body it just starts to feel weak...points of mind blowing utopia..erupt body pausing phobias...and when this brain begins to die down and stop...well the body compulses, foams, and rocks

I love to hear the songs my mother listened to...
For when she was advising
that was what was playing...
"The love and happiness"
That Al Green stuff.
That stevie wonder,
Off the Wall,
Fat Luther Stuff
I want to hear a band
back up a love ballad...
Because When My mother advised
She showed me good music....

But now my uncle had a baby
A real NWA
sowing his seed
to that "face down *** up thats the way I like to...."
and well thats what he advised
because all throughout the house
it was "All the way live"
And now my cousin got a baby...
Two Chains sounds way better than One..
And since muppet babies don't come on
the lil man hears Wacka Flacka Flame
When the radio comes on
See the labels say it best
Parental advisory
So the music they suggest
will be what rules
Society...

Pastime with me...
and let us run the bases...
Crave our name in trees....
and stare in each other faces...
See we wont be safe...
until we get to home....
But Im not at haste...
Just dont leave me alone....
So pass the time with me...
You feel the butterflies...
How happy we will be...
As the time flies...
So let us have these momments
around second base
These precious little seconds
Theres no need to race
kisses send me high
Im glad that you are near
together we can fly
together with no fear
If life was not a game
I wouldn't need to score
cuz im not the same
just want you and nothing more
So pastime with me
care seems evanescence
Running through life free
let us bass in loves essence
Pastime with me
giddy and innocent
smiles full of glee
love is so intimate
As home is right there
Love has won its try
naked and rare
Let us pass time By.........

If not I, Past remnants,
I immigrant M ingnorant.
to this game.
that I play in chains.
Quick sand in my native land
.there are no turmps in my hand..
only ronald mc Donald.
as im given Starbucks to spend where?
Strange furits with rotten roots.And David stars with scars.
Those wounded by a fat boy.And We still wait to deploy.
The sickness of these snitches. given we these stitches.
wounds that will never heal. This is (right hear) real....#listen

How well do you pay attention...
small details can tell you a lot about any thing...
Then what is your reaction?...
Do you still feel the same way about things..
or have you awaken to the truth...
Ugly aint it...
but they think their lies are beautiful fruits...
That hide thornes behind it...
take one and it ******...
take two and you bleed...
take three you must love tricks..
and four well whats the need...
See pay attention what they are doing to us...
Finding ways to make us weak...
Show there true face one day they must...
and then we'll all play hide and seek...

"Im looking for calm waters...
For this Storm is perfect"

As her waves crash against me…
I cry..
adding water to her sea…
She surrounds every inch…
I becomes we…
because I have not much to give..
because she already can supply everything for me…
and yet her waves crash against me…
our bodies become rough…
tossing each other around..
and around..
nothing falls out of place..
even as the world turns ..
she hold me in place..
crashing her waves against me…
I desire to be calmed..
I want her to know peace…
but her waves fell so good
when crashing against me…

So To my day i awake..see a smile on your face..and your body wrapped in lace...my hand around your waist...and my blood flowed with haste...Dying for a taste..cant let this sweet honey go to waste...so I indulge in your sweetness..bass in your presence...Thankful...greatful...that you have been so furitful...See What a wonder to be full...What more could I need...i waken with you and with that I am pleased...#holdingontomypillow

yesterday I thought of you...
world, and how I would take you over!!!
creating diabolical schemes...
mischievous mischief...
i believed in something..
control...

and then a red head redbone
fumbled into my thoughts...
Asking "what are we going to do today..."
and I say a walk on the beach
a picnic in the sand..
and then....
it hit me...
I'll drop to one knee..
And take over your Whole World!!!

I Play on my
Words,
But my message
is serious....

In sick twisted fields of meadows laced with electricity
I deemed I was correct
justifying my day dreams
and nullifying my nightmares
but embellishing yours
creating a new idea of fear...
for you to have to beware
for i hardened your delicate structure
i froze your river bed
but with one kiss, a time fracture
I could bloom a rose red
with one touch, a light action
i could re-illustrate your head
painting pretty colors of forever
me and you fornever dead
because my first intentions
were to love
never meant i to harm
but just like poppy seeds and **** leaves
I have a higher charm
so in these electric fields of purple grass sparked
rest these thoughts of you and the danger that I brought...

You got power in ya hand...say amity in ya heart...but you dont give a ****... You haven't from the start...So you let people go.. claiming you empathize...But you dont even know...tears never hit ya eyes...easy to talk about its hard...when you live on a cushion...Easy to say you believe in God...When everything is given....Cuz Your knees are never *****...You never hit the floor...Parying every ...morning early...or pleading you cant take no more....Cuz You got power in ya hand...Say sympathy in ya heart...but you dont give a ****...Not even just a part...You would never feel so bad...telling someone no...keeping all you had...not letting any go...Cuz You ain't never had to ask....You can just look down...And take from them the pride they mask...as all heads hang to the ground...But there's power in ya hand...say love inside your heart...but you aint never gave a ****...You never had a heart...

I been seen it coming
I hope You seen it too...
No where will be safe for running....
when the horns blow for you...
See I've been in this life captured,
praying everyday...
And soon I will be raptured,
at any time any Day...
Now Where will you be when the clouds open wide....
What season is it? ask the midwestern pride...
See I told you before Pray...
Each and Everyday..
Because You never know,
When its your time to go...
Could be violence, illness, weather, or Just the time...
I just pray your soul was saved in time...
nobody's perfect, nobody's perfect baby...but would you believe me if I said I'm in love...I dare you to say it...mean it...Would you believe me if I said Im in Love...With Jesus, He saved me He'll save you!!...
But Thats not my religion...
thats just my relation,
that have with the man that owns all of creation...
See He told us about the signs..
There right in front of Us...
Just look at times....
We don't know when but he's warning U.S...........
You could just pray,
for Boston or Oklahoma or You could #PrayEveryDay  
#D.O.L.F

Vivid Imagination but this right here is real....
How sympathetic can one man feel...
I'm a runner... living free...now i'm crawling...****** feet...
I'm a walker...standing proud...on my knees...running crowd...
I'm a bystander.... filled with joy...knocked to the ground...A ****** toy....
Screams I hear...Screams We hear...Its the screams we fear...
That means the terrors near...getting closer...
So now we pray...When we should have been praying before...
Just because we don't hear no screams doesn't me terror ain't at the door...
Or across the Ocean, across the Seas...
Red, Dead, Black and Blinding...
Because you can't hear the screams..
But I been praying for family...For my dreams...
I never stop asking God for peace...even when I can't hear the screams...
America I beg you take the time to hear the screams...
Because just like you care for those bombs on Boston's streets...
these a school in Syria with bodies across the street....
Theres a Home destroyed in the middle east...
or a town massacred in Mali..
Pray not just today but tomorrow...Pray not just right now but forever...
Because this will be forgotten by you who didn't hear...
This wound will heal for those who didn't lose a limb...didn't bleed a tear...
But tomorrow terror will claim another life...
and how much will you care...
because CNN didn't have a chopper in the air...
Wicked Won't Stop Coming!! But we feel the need to stop praying...
The time is coming...Never stop praying...

My mind is quite like the world I live..
Corrupted....
Sin in a mural of fear...
I've plagued the Daydreamers...
Killed off their first borns...
With fantasies of success...
In defeat they shall mourn ...
Cuz Tomorrow will never come..
cause it will always be today..
when you wake up
go to sleep
No matter what you say....
When the sunrises you will be in Today..
The sickness this disease,
will seep from my brain..
and or it seeped there, still,
I will proclaim that
I'm Pyscho for real....
You just haven't accepted
what you really feel...

Periodically put pass peoples personal perceptions
Physically Pass Pompous Proprietors possessive profits..
Passive pupils perform persecutor's pineal priorities
Problematic Pastimes produce poorly processed plans..
Police purposely Prosecute pigmented Powerful Personas  
Peers, Perceive, Portray, Procreate Positive Progression  

#micromoments #6x6challenge #PtothesixthPower

Everyone is put on earth for a purpose.......
So until I fulfill the purpose I am protected...
But
What if I have already fulfilled my purpose and Am no longer needed.....
What is keeping me alive?
My good deeds....My faith? or Love....
He'll call me home one day....
But how great I am I destined to be?
What if this is it for me...
I mean what If I reached my plateau?
Or what is My purpose all along was to die....
To show someone that life is not something to be taken for granted....
Or To show someone that there is a Love so great that someone would die trying to save theirs...
So in my last moments of life. I think my first Question will be did I fulfill my purpose?
or did I just waste every chance that I was given....
My request wouldn't be sorrow I wouldn't want you to cry
But
I would want you to leave me messages answering the question I will never know the answer to....Do You feel I fulfilled my purpose?

It's gonna get better...
When the fall comes...
And the rain blows
God promised..
rainbows...
Not butterflies..
When eggs hatch..
Cobras grow..
Thats life man...
Rain Blows...

Blowing like a hurrican...
You got *****, she got game...
managing the both of them...
jugglin and polishin...
she shine em up hair and all...
Yea shes just glad you had a ball...
man watch out shawty sick...
tosie pops she loves to lick...
so how many does it take...
she'll find out just you wait...
lil red riding hood...
at grandma's house she blew it good...
This big bad wolf I ate her Great...
Taste so good, Regurgitate#

Religious** moments are sacraments of faith...
I've believed I have found God
Mary and Joseph had a baby......
I looked in the mirror today
God started boasting of his creation
I cried at my self worth

What can I do with this mind of mine....smh I'm so lost in this Renaissance....Man...They never called me my name...I place my hand in everything...and never asked for a frame...but I stand a picture...an image...of the Renaissance....that hasn't started to began...Idea...I am just a relative idea...that is never thought about...anymore...I am a Renaissance....Inside of a Man...That is dying to be released...dying to be untamed....But I'm stuck inside of this Man...

Stay Positive....
Or Fight the Power!!!
I'm a cool cat
cover me in Black
One fist in the air
and the other with a Gat.
Fight the laws of Physics
Huey Newton That...
Blow up fort Knox
We don't even use that..
So that Gold up on your neck
don't mean a thing
I'm steal a oil well
and rock me a Gas Chain..
I'm warning you world
you got my back against the wall
Do you know that my tongue
could assassinate you all...
The era ain't ready..
This vision is scary..
I'm a treat to the peace..
that's why they want me deceased
Start a united revolution
I'm bout to hit the streets..
cause the way it look now
that's where I'm bout to sleep...
all I got is passion
and seeds
revelational creeds.....
Father Ideas with
supernatural needs..
tatatatata
the death of a King
but the birth of a Savior
What a beautiful Thing!!!

We are the roaches of men
They treat me like the left overs..
burnt and small..
Roaches...
crawling from the cracks
of ghettos
waiting for extermination..
But we just multiply rapidly
hard shells of soft skin..
that bullets constantly find...
they call it enforcement..
We call it fear...
negrophobia...
they are afraid of our skin..
The power behind our beings..
They look at us as sin
We are the Roaches of men
unwanted house guest
feeling their
Entomophobia...
Creating more and more traps
for us to fall in..
Stomping our pride
with their steel boots...
Once upon a time
they could never **** our minds...
But they've found new forms of poisons
That have burnt us down
to smoking ourselves...
constantly...
as if is normal to see a young black mans
skin leaking smoke from the holes in his chest..
the smells of burning flesh..
that once swung from branches
in the southern sun.
Strange fruits to...Weeds... to roaches..
I bet they'll test
the theory of survival..
when they nuke us..
You 'know roaches don't say much...
they just create a lot of scatter..
but they create louder sounds together
and we can't even stand united
so our voices will never be heard..
just left in ash trays awaiting disposal..
as the stench or our smoking silence lingers in the air..
When will our dying embers once again catch flame
and burn away this despair..
we are stronger than memories
denser than air..
we are Power
Surviving long after the many times
we were suppose to be extinct....
Choices of Strength..
that we need to find again
We are the Roaches of Men...

Did you know I am black...
Have you listened to His story....
My mother's hands planted me strong..
I have roots of strange fruits
Swinging, But Winds can't move me..
Sweetly I darken as I ripen...

I believe in The Masters plan..
I speak master of no Man..
I pray that He Rewrites His-tory
Things Only the #Master would demand..
Don't be moved by howling hounds..
I Stand firm upon shakend ground..

Hands up, around my royal stem.
Feet dangle until a breathless end..
One pulls back as ropes tighten..
I think of what could've been..
Come get a taste of sin..
I feed the hunger of men..

Look at me strangely Like deformity
My skin bares no such impurity
I am the son of Light
Burnt in the bossom of RA
My power supersedes this hanging state..
I transcended every time I'm consumed..

You only have days to repent..
Hell has cold places for hatred
Now that heavens a breath away..
Don't hunt what you don't eat..
There is blood on the leaves
As you planted gardens of death..

One hangs on as Strange fruit..
Memories linger in the frozen air..
I believe we share some roots..
Tears water the branches we break..
Stories that can't end as His-tory
Dangling Fruits From the popular trees..

Fall prey to my words and you may be my Hagar???
Fall in Love with my Existence and I just may make you Sarah....
But are you strong enough to mother nations..
because I birth emotions, inspiration, creation....
Because God lives inside of me...
I can move mountains..
bring rivers from you peaks...
and make you weak...
then build you up high...
I'm that guy...
but are you that Queen?
that will make me Want to give you the world
And Outcast my Seeds....
I've always imagined Sarah as Foreva...
Birthing Miracles  
far greater than Mine...
Bending time...
and blowing my mind..
But You I have yet to Find
Or Have I
and its just not Foreva's