Anubis the ruler of the underworld carries vast ancient fame
And today, I’m his next opponent in his weighing game.
Lying spine to spine his prep room table was cold,
made out of a lion's carcass it was formed from pure gold.
I’m in his arena and with a sold out crowd, they are all the God’s, its judgments day for me
I know all the rules; I know how to play and what it is that is expected of thee.
He makes his way into the lecture hall standing so rigid and ever so tall
Scale in one hand, his pure gold scepter staff in the other
Helping him walk so he don't fall because he then would have to drop to all fours and then crawl
Hearing his heavy breathing coming all the more closer
We now meet face to face I’m not afraid I am content in his place
Confident he looks to his audience to the left and to the right
To the balcony he then looks next and then to me suddenly with a death fright
For upon my lifeless body he saw a chain bearing charms in the shape of an urn
Fifty molded in sterling, representing all my subject’s I had to embalm while earning my intern
All around my chain they hung forever I carried them like they were my gang.
Cold wet pressing snout I feel it on my neck looking for my major one he can’t find it, what the heck
The Jackals’ ear is now on my chest he’s not given up just yet for he is no one’s pet
When were are done today he will lick my hands wag his tail and be mine forever, I will bet
No pounding sounds of my drum, he takes his scepter to open my mouth
Then sees verses and powerful words writing on my tongue
Able to speak, breath and eat I offer him everything I learned as a treat
Murmuring and shouting from the belly of Ammit they shout in rage
“Weigh his heart and do your part, you done it to all of us and right from the start”
Under duress he had no choice, then came the cutting open of my chest and out the opening he heard a voice
Eyes were amazed and his canine senses were all in disarray because in my body my heart did not stay
Paws went digging in like looking for his buried bone suddenly he had a much different tone
Because the only thing he found in me was a feather and now he’s wishing he had left me alone
Have no fear; I am just the same, I am here to help avenge that’s how my heart turned into a feather
Because I write with passion I write with respect and I write for the ones you had already met
Upon the scale it is weighed and lighter than thou, this can’t be right he now thinks somehow
A riddle is then placed upon me before forever death is on my lips asking my just how?
I answered him and told him that when I write, I write with a feather, I write from the heart
And in my ink well I put a drop of embalming fluid so forever my words would be preserved
For all the one’s I had already served.
No need for a recalibration I won and then I was then welcomed to a grand celebration.
Given eternal passage to my afterlife he quickly asked me for my parting autograph, and in return he gave me his golden scepter staff!

I WILL RETURN!!!!!!

(SirCARSr 12-12-12)

I was born on March twelfth, the nineties is my generation.
Everybody grab your pen and pad this is the preparation
and I’m not talking about gang banging selling vegetation.
Prepare for random knocks hide your glocks comes confiscation.
It’s like we all apart of Wii just need recalibration
Control your mind soul body focus concentration
and clear your mind and think positive in isolation.
Our bodies feel the pain, soul faces condemnation.
Prepare yourself for starvation and dehydration
I carry the Bible and a compass as my navigation
and with the Gospel of peace the helmet of salvation
I am a soldier of righteousness not the nominated
because the nominated moving towards *******
beware of imitations because that leads to infiltration
just close your eyes and you will feel the negative vibrations.
I believe it’s time we all stop going to power station
I don’t think our grands died for our relaxation
our president is black you all went into hibernation
while I’m standing tall facing these administrations
because I didn’t know the constitution had an expiration.
©

this man of constant tomorrows,
hopeful Mondays, bad Fridays,
a man of constant sorrows,
pictures and poems from a life
celebrating constant recalibration,

never allowed to forget that the
years of lucky will run out,
like the string you saved from packages were delivered,
when come the years with
no luck and no more packages arriving

PART II – THE CATALYST

Mohamed Bouazizi –
He who lived as a prisoner of poverty, and died a martyr.
His last moments
Were eighteen days of a comatose state,
A body burned all over, twisted with hate
Hatred for those who chose
To oppress and control, to steal and cajole
From people who could barely afford
What one needs to survive.
Mohamed
Died as a symbol of resistance –
It was his insistence,
His dissatisfaction at living like a slave
That served to dislodge
The Tunisian nation from its slumber.

Suddenly, the agonising death of one man
Was all that was needed to ignite a revolution,
It was not a solution but rather a convolution
Of pain that was already existent –
He was a catalyst of sentiment
A man who gave up his life so everyone else could open their eyes and realise
That we are all victims of a system that does not care.

“Farewell Mohamed, we will avenge you,”
Is what the people chanted.
Like a nest of hornets
They angrily took to the streets
A populace enraged to this day
Eight years of delay, a delay
Of justice being served, of the dire recalibration
That Tunisians now demand
Of their corrupt nation.

I'm in complete disarray.
My life is in shambles and there is no return I say.
I'm a wanderer of my own cataclysmic oblivion.
Though I see all the doors, but escape is one in a million.
I'm pulverized by my past mistakes.
My soul is burdened and morose, are there any retakes?
But life is not a quiz, but a lesson to learn.
If you can gather the knowledge, will happiness return?
I'm in a constant state of bewildered frustration.
I need another dose and a recalibration.
Someday I will escape from my own mind.
But it's the answers and hopes that are scattered within, that I must find.

We follow our vision
And we don’t need no permission
The gifts that we are given
Are what sent us the soul mission

I’ve reawakened now
Cannot be forsaken now
While my heart is breakin
I’ll gain power through creation
I’ll be a great sensation
This healing that I’m spittin
Will revitalize the nation

You feel that?
It’s all reverberatin
You’ll see the revelation
When you reach recalibration

If ya hearin what I’m sayin
It’s the reconciliation
Of the positive vibration
Through mental emancipation

You feel the synergy
It’s all positive energy
If you have been a friend to me
You’re ****** with the ministry

Never seen a guru
That could send vibration through you
Watch you while you do you
I’m watching how you move true
Ain’t doin no voodoo
It’s really pure and true
Who

do you see when you look
Into the mirror
As your vision gets clearer
We are divine reflections
Nobody is in fear here

We are superior
To the wicked theories here
Meek men are the weary there
Cannot be hysteria

It’s so mysterious
How they are in fear of us
But let us feel like we are the ones
Who are inferior

I’m livin grateful
Because I am the faithful
I’ve been so graceful
You can see my face full

Of smiles
We do it all the while
Even as they broke me down
Since I was a child

We’ve traveled miles
To reach the promise land
Yes we teachin and we preachin
As we reach out all our hands
To our brothers, yes, our fellow man
I hope you overstand
Why we reject their commands
Make our own demands
To move only with God’s plan

We keep it moovin
We never loose the groove and
We tie up all our loose ends
Countin all these dividends

You feel the synergy
It’s all positive energy
If you have been a friend to me
You’re ****** with the ministry

I’m letting go now
Following the flow now
Never seem to let up
Not likely to slow down

You’ll never see us frown
Smiling while we’re feelin down
Even in the tears we drown
We take our power back

Use that **** to cleanse
Because tears are so sacred
Because we are the huemans
No need to pretend and
Every time they send them
Rewriting rewiring
Send it to the fire and I’ll
Then we start to rise again

Like a phoenix
Straight up out the ashes
And if they don’t like it
They can kiss our heady *****
While we count the assets
No need to go flashing
Abundance we receiving
Looks can be deceiving

We are the healing
Faces and hearts we stealin
And when we reel ‘em in
They’ll see who they’re dealin with

It is within
Absolution from sin
Send it all to the sun
Because we know that we are one
And when all is said and done
Know the healings just begun

You feel the synergy
It’s all positive energy
If you have been a friend to me
You’re ****** with the ministry

You feel the synergy
It’s all positive energy
If you have been a friend to me
You’re ****** with the ministry

We follow our vision
And we don’t need no permission
The gifts that we are given
Are what sent us the soul mission

Cloud.
Inward
flow.
Information
accumulation.
Flowing
up.
Cloud
absorbing,
storing.
Archiving
data,
information.
Menta­l
generation.
Ideas
phase in
from a
different
realm.
Thoughts
pinch off.
Mind to
cloud.
Mind
genesis.
Cloud
storage.
Recycled.
Reabsorbed.
Mental
recalibrati­on
flowing
back again.
And again.
How the
future’s
built.