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It doesn't always Happen.
Even though it hardly stays still.

Some don't realize its presence


Some will never see that it's passed


Some seem to have no recollection


It's the unbecoming of a star
The deconstruction of a song.
Sunset Meadows Feb 2023
I am from water, from fire,
      from earth and air,
            the spirit to complete.
I am from the busy movement of city
      from the busstling to and fro.
I am from historic land,
      from where many jumped to find gold,
            to find a better life.
I am from the prison of Him,
      from where the truama begins,
            perfect from all around.
I am from nights of games,
      from spondgebob monoply
            from Life.
I am from the seeds of the earth,
      from where the magick starts.
I am from Odin, from Apollo,
      the strong Yggdrasil to protect.
I am from the occult of practice,
      from the forests and seas.
I am from long walks with Odin,
      from his warm embrace,
            from playing fetch.
I am from the theatre,
      from Carlos, from tech.
I am from here.
Emanuel Martinez Apr 2021
Psychobabble tryna be
All da answers that we need
For da pain we got inside
tryna understand
thinkin bout our thinking
yes its powerful tool
but it's not enough

It's a cage
It's a stage
Full of rage
Its da boss
Not da wage

What's da problem
Mama was depressed
Daddy left
Anger and resentment
Always got her pressed

Medical professionals
Trained to say/ half da truth
We got truama
From our exploitation/ poverty

Tellin us:
Yo mama ****** you up
Its a pity now you growin' up
On medication
Wit so many limitations

Numb a worker/ when she's hurtin
From the bosses' system
Being okay with workers killing each other
RIpping her son's life away

Why they hold us back
From the real mental healing preparations
Cause does conversations
Mean talkin bout revolutionary confrontation
rarae aves Jul 2020
People are expected to view & treat this pandemic times as the NEW NORMAL while keeping in place OLD NORMAL ROUTINE, especially in terms of academic & professional responsibilities.
With new normal has come HARDLY ANY REVISIONS in responsibilities, demands & requirements to live or merely survive. NOT MUCH has slowed down, relaxed or waived off.
Lifestyle has incurred UNPRECEDENTED CHANGES while life is EXPECTED to go on the OLD NORMAL WAY.
Being rooted or let’s say TIED DOWN to one single place, people are expected to MANAGE ALL ASPECTS of their life WHILE also COPING with the mental TRUAMA this pandemic has brought upon all of us.
So much has changed & Coping with this pandemic is a FORMIDABLE TASK by itself and as if nothing has changed, people are expecting & are expected to DO IT ALL.

I wonder if this is the NEW INHUMANE.
I also wonder if I’m being naive, however I think I’m not.
My brains cell immaculate tracks get splattered quick swagger like **** my styles ya gonna taste it waxed like an axe it splits
Mentality into duality causin' truama then fatalities then journey into a galaxy where there's no salary only spirituality
Annihilate competition to those that battle me
Bigger me none could spit it cleverly
Sittin' on hills like Beverly my rhymes never severed me who better than to be
Master of the ceremonies mic be my crony
Shots deadly call me Black Maloney
Love girls the color of maghony that I manifest
Hooked with a crest my mind elevates higher than Everest once the rhymes composed
It comes easily never stress
Leave em confused like whatchu talkin' bout Willis
Test the witness of a menace like Dennis
Breakin' mo' records than Guinuess relinquish
Flows fresh rolls for calicos pack four chrome pistol blood shinin' brighter than a disco
Ball my team always got cash calls
Suckas mad at my success cuz
They at a downfall
My rhymes sublime makin' for mental crimes
Loosin' their behavior cuz they outta line
Initiate the execution in their mind
Before they even heard of my rhyme
Cuasin' them to beep rapid like a flat line
So no penalties or fine could stop the smooth Macedonian historic rhymes displays at the Smithsonian of DC ya see me in four dimensional G cuz I appear ghostly in society quietly
I plan my tactics carefully by the time they catch me
I'll be chillin' in the celestrials
Where the black gods and goddesses be
Reconnectin' with my lost dynasty

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