#movement
[Intro]
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
What’s up troubles
***** yap troubles *****
Real ************* in the street
You feel me
[Hook]
Living in the Muuu life
Ah Muuu style, let’s go
Yo yo yo yo
You beby living in the Muu style
I living my in the Muu style
Ah Muuuu style
Ah Muuuu style
Muuu style
[Verse 1]
You living in the Muu style
I living my in the Muu style
Ah Muuuu style
Ah is my definition
I living in the Muuu life
466 ***** 4 life *****
You know
Still ballin with my ************* Glock in my ******* block
My enemies see me
I don’t give f*ck
Living the Muuuu life
466 in my street
466 in many streets
I see a lot of ******* and jealous in the street
I see a lot of cops in my ******* side
Yeah racist in my back
Finger on the trigger
Finger on my Glock
Finger on the trigger
Finger on my nun
Blast ************* in the street
Blasting
Glockz eyez
************ punk *** ************* in the street
In the street
My real *************
****** OGs dancing in my hood
I chill
I living in the Muuu style
466, 4 life
[Hook]
You beby living in the Muu style
I living my in the Muu style
Ah Muuuu style
Ah Muuuu style
Muuu style
You living in the Muu style
I living my in the Muuuu style
Ah the Muuu style
Muuu style
Ah Muuuu style
[Outro]
Remember *************
I’m CH
The ************ real black in the street
******* *************
I living in the Muuu life
46664 black movement.
May 19
May 19, 2026 at 9:45 PM UTC
WAKE UP
the world isn't perfect,
STAND UP,
they need you more than ever.
This is less of a poem,
and more of a plea.
Right now,
not in the 1800's,
NOW.
In Uganda,
Homosexuality is being
PERSECUTED
and is punishable,
by death.
May 15
May 15, 2026 at 3:02 PM UTC
joined at the hip to the road
footfall journey at three miles an hour
decades of slog in sticky mud
coming up clean with resolve
a place to sit all your own
unique slot in the universe only you could fulfill.
Apr 18
Apr 18, 2026 at 5:26 AM UTC
Wind hitting hard,
burning hot,
and shifting the floor.
The soft sand,
orange and warm,
underneath my feet.
Through this vast
desert I walk,
trying not to burn
on a land where nothing's cold.
With this playful wind,
the sand creates and dissolves
intricate patterns,
and I can't help
but dance along.
Slow steps, just the tip,
gliding upon
this ever-changing
sweet and soft ballroom.
Apr 9
Apr 9, 2026 at 10:01 AM UTC
the invisible makes itself known
-wind moving the trees
-love extended in a helping hand.
Feb 27
Feb 27, 2026 at 8:37 AM UTC
I cried today
Tears don't wash away in the rain
And maybe I'm as invisible as these pinpricks of moisture that drop from my eyes
Under cloudier skies
But at least I'm alive
At least I'm okay
Through the strain of growing pain
I can strive to engrave happy thoughts in my brain
And mature from a spot of positivity and grace
Instead of glacially pacing myself to run in place
Pantomiming progress
Feb 14
Feb 14, 2026 at 1:29 AM UTC
I was in science class today,
Looking at chemistry was enough of a delay
I was sat down and bored to hell,
Barely surviving the science-ey chemical smell
I was tapping today.
My mind was distracted, far away.
I was too busy tapping my fingers
I hadn’t noticed the way eyes lingered.
Until you burst out, telling me to shut up,
I saw the nods, the agreement of yup.
I was tapping today, that much was true,
I didn’t notice, I hadn’t had a clue.
I move a lot, I can’t seem to stop,
When I don’t, my head seems to throb.
I’m sorry if my movement was annoying,
Or if it seemed I was avoiding.
I’m sorry for tapping today,
Next time I’ll try to control my fidgeting display.
Feb 6
Feb 6, 2026 at 7:38 AM UTC
A desert in the midnight fog
A Cold down pour of blazing rain
This sweat on our skin
like a storm warmed by hands
Its easy to forget a name
When it's hypnotic
You pull me out of my mind
Drive me wild, I can’t hide
Right down to the floor
No warning, no warning
Your eyes say we losing the time
like a kiss that lingers too long
It won't be long and it will be morning
Before time’s up, I'm ready to sin
Heart in a spin, the devil within
You write your spell on my skin
like fingers tracing slow fire
a dizzy spin.
Every step is just another step
Every tint, a new hint where to begin
All I hear is you say, come here
soft as breath against my neck
against my face , your embrace
Turn my blood to light
This dark fire burning in me
tonight
We don’t talk, cannot see
We just move, what will be
Till the morning we lost control
What's next it's hard to know
I don't really care, We just sync
like hips finding their rhythm
No time to think
Our body language undeniable
Breath folding into Breath
With touch and gravity in
Movement
Lose control, You touching my soul
While my heart skips a beat
With every blink,
eyes shining like white diamonds
Sheets slipping from unfamiliar skin
Your fingers run through my chest
You’re moving like you own me
and my name melts in your mouth
I taste you sweet, your breath
I confess, you seem to consume me
slow as honey that drips right through me
We’re falling deeper and we know it
Slow grind, fast minds,
like time stands still
Fast heartbeat, the fever, the thrill
You spin me out of this scene
You can scream — a sweetest dream
In your mouth, that sacred hint
like heat shared in the dark
Tasting me your sweet theme
Every breath that you breathe
Is a Mystery after a mystery
Turning my days into nights
There’s no dark when the fire’s inside
And it's burning bright
We don’t talk, you in my mind
we just ride, we take our stride
We just sync, Without a blink
Without breathing,
Instincts close, not far, nor fair
like bodies learning each other by touch and stare
It’s our body language
How you move, its your hair
like the curtain slowly falling
My soul isnt distant, but I'm lost
Fingertips moving everywhere
like secrets unfolding under skin
under morning.
And I'm lost again
I think I’ve gone insane
like desire with no exit
Say it once, this can’t be real
Say it twice — it’s how I feel
Let the sun burn through melting ice
like warmth spreading low and slow
Say it close, your lips become my vice
Lint, mint, musk and your hum softly in the air
like perfume sinking into sheets
with each heart beat
Pull me deeper in
I don’t mind losing while I win
You can be my personal devil
And I'm your sinner, you my dinner
Where shall we begin
Let’s turn the lights off
There’s a spark
Let the dark illuminate the night
like bodies glowing in the flicker of candlelight
in evaporated snow,
I think you got me hypnotized.
Feb 5
Feb 5, 2026 at 8:50 AM UTC
I streamed down the hill this afternoon—
It was quick; it was fast.
It held a power I knew, so vivid,
It bore my boldness, thought to be last.
I jumped, I jogged,
The roads were my domain.
The wind grew still when I decided to lay in.
I had been soft, I had become slow,
My body—stiff, my heartbeat—firm.
My bones were no longer the same.
Eons past had I been this free.
My feet were that of Hermes,
My steps rhymed with the breeze.
As I climbed the hill above,
My breath was lost below the summit.
My climb seemed to be for naught.
Here I lay past all my life,
Chiming through this last breath of boldness.
What a time it had been—
To be bold enough to run down that hill.
Jan 13
Jan 13, 2026 at 8:09 AM UTC
Things move along
before I’ve made up my mind,
a railway over an ocean,
and I’m along for the ride.
Not quite willing,
but also not captive,
expected to go with the flow
and remain well-adapted.
Drivers impatient
and maps outdated,
planning my own route
is slow and underappreciated.
I’m ushered left
and shoved to the right,
an indecisive death-
but I float on alright.
I don’t know that I want
to be on this train,
but I’m already here,
I’m expected to stay.
Walking and talking
should be banned for me,
once I look up,
all new surroundings I see.
Am I the bad guy
for abandoning ship,
when I never said yes,
but I was complacent?
Aug 13, 2025
Aug 13, 2025 at 2:50 PM UTC
Like every drop of rain,
Disturbs the surface of water.
My actions make me gain,
Qualities we want for daughters.
Improvements we hope,
Because we want not to fall,
Backwards to the end of the rope.
Then those we know laugh with gall.
When we misstep in tiptoe,
Around the mistakes we make.
Not knowing the seeds we sow.
All the wrongs we forsake,
Holds us further apart,
With no comfort in the surroundings.
The cause for change at the start.
Despite denying their foundings.
So I be the light, the change,
So many need.
Hope in being in range,
And the message they heed.
May 15, 2025
May 15, 2025 at 10:27 PM UTC
Guarded by the movement all around me
I sleep under the sun in the breeze
My body on small stones on the beach, not yet aching,
Relaxing and embracing the unknown.
Ducks walking along the river bank,
Exploring,
As boats and kanus move past the shore
Where I rest on this peaceful afternoon,
Welcomed by the movement all around me.
May 14, 2025
May 14, 2025 at 8:05 AM UTC
There must be something unseen
woven into your very being.
What else could explain
how, with so much weight,
you still move with such grace?
Like a weightless ballerina on her toes,
dancing across splintering boards,
running amok on the stage—
untouched, unbroken-
At peace
Mar 26, 2025
Mar 26, 2025 at 5:15 PM UTC
non-reacting
presenting an acting exercise
— it’s windy outside.
non-reactors finding.
searching.
stillness in the storm.
Mar 22, 2025
Mar 22, 2025 at 3:50 AM UTC
This...
The shaking of a reed
The movement of the water
The flickering of a flame.
This...
The crying of a child
The weariness of the labourer
The burning skin from the sun.
This...
The salty tears of guilt
The racking pain of loneliness
The swan song of past glories.
This...
The masks of complacency
The contracts of acceptance
The closing of the mind.
This...
The continuing saga
The words that fill the pages
The lot in life we all share.
Mar 18, 2025
Mar 18, 2025 at 8:59 AM UTC
on the edge
of this ravine, I’ve stood
so long that the grass has grown
between my toes, moss hanging off
my fingers in tendrils,
wildflowers in my hair,
but today it is time to move.
the darkness yawns wide, though
it wasn’t always this way.
once, it was a child—
like all grown-ups once were.
once, it was just a crack in the dirt,
the product of a thousand tiny
earthquakes.
when i was a child, running
free as the wind,
i stumbled to a stop at its cusp.
i became afraid like a
fawn turns to a deer with
wide, wide, wide eyes
darting around as the fish
in a crystal sea.
i spent all my years, frozen
there until the chasm grew and so
did i.
but today, i take the leap.
i shake off the dust and replace
it with steel, steel drum for a heart with
a beat for every step,
one foot in front of the other picking
up speed, until suddenly i am
f l y i n g.
fear?
in another life, perhaps.
Jan 7, 2025
Jan 7, 2025 at 3:17 PM UTC
Confidence used to be
Like a shelf I couldn’t ever quite
Reach.
But turns out, I just needed to
Get up off of my
Knees.
Dec 11, 2024
Dec 11, 2024 at 11:58 AM UTC
Waves in handmade glass
in old peeling wooden panes —
Ripples on the pond.
Dec 11, 2024
Dec 11, 2024 at 10:45 AM UTC
Enter In
Stand now before the heavenly gates
Made clean by the blood which expiates
Come now before the resplendent throne
Lift your voice in praise with trumpets blown
And here bowing down in adoration
Come one come all and enter in
Open my heart open my mind and soul
Help me to focus on the final goal
To be as one in spirit and in flesh
With Christ the Lord whom I so bless
That I may learn and grow and be taught
And reflect Him in action and thought
Come to love Him who loves so deeply
Know the one who knows you so completely
Lose yourself in the sea of total surrender
Find healing in the arms strong and tender
S e e s-t-a-bil-i-ty becomes the center
When
HE
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The doors | | are open wide
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So just
ENTER
IN
And when you do:
STOP
for a moment
.
.
.
.
Inhale deeply and fully the subtle scent
Of change in you on the smallest scale
And in your bones know that love will not fail
Should the earth crumble and sun lose it’s fire
His burning love for you shall not expire
Dare to enter in more deeply today
Open yourself more freely
and be
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away
Nov 20, 2024
Nov 20, 2024 at 11:32 PM UTC
We are like bread.
Bread has three irreversible modes:
dough, bread, and toast.
many things in life, if not
everything in life
have many different forms.
we are all in the different stages of bread
and yet
we criticise and judge ourselves
for moving and changing
and needing a new environment.
The suitable storage for dough
differs vastly to the suitable storage
for bread
and yet
we do not mock it
but facilitate it.
We could learn a thing or two
from bread.
Oct 25, 2024
Oct 25, 2024 at 2:56 PM UTC