At the time I laid my hands on the soil,
The sky had darken,
For God had turned away from me,
I thought my enemy was smitted,

But no the veil still remained,
I never refrain,
I always cry out,
But don’t worry the 9th hour will always free me...

You left me at the doorstep,
Packed all my **** and left,
You did me *****,
Again ,again and again

Ride or die,
I never was,
One and only,
Nope I never was,

You shoot your words like a flamethrower ,I barely finish my sentences,
You accept beating me,
Not once but twice,
With the sharp cutlasses ,

I don’t even care anymore because I love you,
But love should not hurt when I touch you...
I’m alone again.

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My love be it in flames,
drives me steadfast as I take it by the reigns,
my love is like no other,

find me near the river,
find me near the Brooke,
find me near a creek,

I shall always be the same
this untamed and undying love

In this life, there is always dualities,
no simplicities,
nothing ever comes for free,
but we should be grateful for every breeze.

I cry blood tears for what the world has become,
our worries are not here,
but the higher cosmic powers,
Ephesians 6,

I'm a lover of all things,
but I always remember to embrace the shadow.

**** love I’m done trying,
My heart is big but beats so quiet,
My love for you was so unknown,
But I have not seen you since you have last grown,

God willing I kiss your soft lips again,
Engage in that beautiful tasting ,experience,
My love don’t forget me but instead i say,
**** love I’m done trying...

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I'm penniless and heartless,
London did it to me,
I'm strong and also fatherless,
London did it to me,
knocked off and aimless,
London did it to me,
being poor is not a choice when you earned a first degree,

rummaging through my bag,
nothing left...its not because of you its because
everything in London is hard up.

she was once an inspiration and an admiration,
but she slipped and went low,
her life was once but a dream,
but went low.

she dresses well and elegant,
but inside she is an uncollected mess,
she not just sad but very depressed.

she's not the empress from tarot,
nor is she an oracle deck,
she's high and low.

don't judge but learn from her mistakes,
you can once be high then go so low.

I recollect...
I remember when times were smooth and people were less uncouth.
Redemption was never on my mind,
But I pray to God that he binds me,

Times like this are scattered like wild crickets.
But i’m focused on my own,
As I cultivate the nine fruits of God,
Love, Joy kindness,goodness,faithfulness,peace, patience , grace and self control,
For man is nothing without these
Steer the heart to love
So the Elohim may remember you as one
of his children.

I cry my mercy tears,
begging for that righteous forgiveness,
lest I be abstained from sin,

my boyfriend left me shattered near the purple moor,
outrage and an outroar,
I cry endlessly,
I'm sad and lonely

but no one understands the mercy tears.

they left me for dead,
no eye, no tear I could lift to the sky,
shame always befalls me,

no one to blame but me,
I rarely stand tall but keep my balance in check,
I always want my friends to fall in line next,

I've been going through some things on this rocky road,
but thanks for knowing there's never any backbone,
in fact, there's no backbone in this life.

All that is will be,
This life was never meant for me,
I took my miscarriage son's place,
in this great spiritual race,

what could he have been?
wise, judicious or saintly?
but no I took his place,
being down here is miserly and leaves a bad taste.

Does none of us ever ask what is left for me?
when time is so boundless and set itself free,
pray for all that is,
that we may not take the place of one another.

but be true to ourselves,
and love one another.

Partial eclipse July 16th  to 17th

Cry no ,cry no,cry no
Illogical and untrained,
Bullied,victimised and left for dead,
Felt so low
How am I expected to grow,
When I didn’t feel the love of man
My spirit is drained,
Night are so long ,
I’d rather smoke and be using my ****,
Leave me be,
I stay in that dark space like the Capricorn,
At least I’m ridden with pain.

my lotus flower buds with an ******* type of pleasure,
oh, I never have to reassure her,
her eyes gleam with soo much desire,

love is not once but made twice with me,
I don't use words,
I'm brimming with ****** attraction,

The general population call this a taboo,
so I limit this to only a small fraction,
creativity swims in me like the Pisces,
and will always be enticing,

but remember to hold the sacral chakra.

Uh, to sleep is to die another day,
Not every one makes it to see the glorious Sunray,
The dead be left alone as the night sky,
But us men continue to let things pass us by,
No, I’m not saying you are idle or boring,
No I’m saying take a day off,
Rest assured knowing that till life is done ,
Take everything and lie under the sun,
just so you can live not another day when you sleep.

when i look back to see if could turn back time
i couldn't
i aged , grew taller and more miserable
from beginning to ending
i knew nothing.

i forget not my struggles
my eyes glisten with tears
relinquished from every thought.

heartbreak , loss , suicide, failure
and ostracization.
betrayal has also become my middle name.

i'm not hurt , i'm dying and it all shall soon end .

I have lived more lives than any man could have ever known,
My life has already started but I want it to end,
Every parallel universe has lived through me
I’m time lines of the before and the hereafter,
But I still watch the lofty skies as of a child,
Young, free and wild
I try not to laugh because the crease near my eyes looks like I’m always crying,
Life has drained me
But I thank God that I can share all that is through me...

Mine eyes are full to the brim with celestial fire,
Mankind throws me off into the dust and mire,
anger and frustration is buried below,
no man shall ever know.

When the days are short and I stand afar,
then I know of the darkest hours,
I am not  of this world,
a truly transcended being.

The day of ascension is to come,
the day when I shall call it home,
when mine enemies dost laugh,

I shall be ever know.
The Transcended human experience.

The unconscious stream of words,
a loquacious man yet he's so insecure.
always has so much time to talk in the day.

he can never be here for you nor can he stay,
he is detached  by nature, but can charm any woman away,
don't be fooled by his confidence.

it's the unconscious stream of words.

cos when i get mad i get big mad,
should have never did that get back,
bout to feel the wrath of a menace ,
in my bag, in my feelings,
im a bad lil ***** ya know....




Jhene Aiko

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" at the height of madness there always lies some viable truth."

Solar eclipse on July 2nd I hope everyone is ready for it.