Looking at this Rose, “ya, it’s beautiful right?” How can something so marvelous grow in a world so frivolous? Vibrantly blossoms just to wait out it’s days Waiting To live out a purpose other than to wither away So many potential uses such as dates, marriages, deaths, and holidays Except for this one Rose Which got plucked for no other relevancy but to just wither away.
Sleep in Peace Jahseh You left this world way too early but you have left much purpose for us other roses through your music and the way you were changing from your past mistakes. Thank you X
A man born without wings into the ashes of a forest dead leaves and a valley of butterflies Bleached to be ethicless effortless as it is To go without pursuit of question
A mind of matter Wherein death lies one doesn't know You're feeling all these expectancies all these dependencies Energy of yours, unhinged
The screens written with the bastardisation of simple truths Rhythmic as a creature as spoken wavelength navigating A wondering memory standing in front of the collectives
Transcendence above the impermanence A palace on the grounds among us, but separated dangerous minds of a phenomenon, in sequencing Unceasing in divinity and untempered by the indignation of his companions
Free to be, among the meadows of ourselves.
A tribute to X. My prince, a brother, a spirit gone to the wind but never departed from the atmosphere he breathed for us.