It's happening. I'm back
again rapping
in my back room.
Relaxing while I'm slapping on some vinyl
records mastering the craft
of mashing styles
again.
Miles of ink and piles of pens.
Keeping our song alive 'til the end of time.
Turn it back
and begin again
because the cycle of our souls essence is infinite...
Clouds are moving by so fast
reminds me of an acid trip.

Futuristic visons reflecting that of past experience.

Back to the holy sacrament of living passionate.
I think we all should stand on this land
we're given hand in hand.

Hands together.

It's today.
We gotta love melodically.
From all sides turn
to God.
Then you're not stuck
in the same same old spot.
Over your head and your mind
under a rock.

So what do we do?

We say we have to sit on the bank.
But in reality we need to collaborate
and meditate.

Hands Together.

Falling on a cloud while I'm clapping and singing
that it's common law to love.
I'm feeling this all the while
I'm coming out of the outer realm
of happiness, of consciousness.
I'm glad this is a life that I can live to gain
A Consciousness.

I shouldn't have to disable options to increase performance;
it should come as elegant as possible; succinct and functional.
Perhaps I'm too romantic about utilitarianism.

What the hell? Was your object of this whole relationship? To rip out my heart? Shred it to microscopic pieces? Well it worked. I officially am terrified to ever love again. You lied to me, for 12 months, you lived a lie. All for what? The satisfaction of getting into my pants? Congrats. I gave you everything, my love, my body, my virginity. You tell me now "I never loved you, you never made me happy" Well that's just fan-freaking-tastic. I wish that I could of stopped loving you so much. You were the only person in my life that I have ever loved. And you used me. You caused me pain. Physical pain, I have scars on my not-so-perfect body. Mental pain, you got into my head, and made me think that I wasn't worthy enough for your highness. You were the king, you called the shots. And I stood by, and let you run my world. I never felt so alive. I was at the point of breaking, and now that's what I am. Broken. I used to be a strong, independent girl. A girl who never let a boy or anyone tell her what she could or could not do. You changed me, you abused me, not physically, but mentally. You didn't hurt my body, I did that on my own, by tearing away at my skin with a skinny blade from my razor. You hurt my heart, you hurt my self esteem, you hurt my confidence.
But I have overcome you. I am stronger than you. You are a coward, a bully, but you are silenced. I shut you up. Because I realized that I am a strong, independent woman. I have grown, so I thank you for that. You no longer run my world. I make my own decisions. And I don't need a boy like you in my life to make me happy. The scars and pain that you caused is now a reminder that I have overcome you and I will never go back to being a scared insecure little girl.

too bad
our definitions
of beauty define
everyone but
ourselves.