by Arcassin Burnham




flowing like the earths motion when i take a puff,
blowing out some the gunga,
could you help me up,
ambient as all things,
when its dark and quiet,
hand structures and wedding rings,
your mind is not alined,

too many ******* in this world,
suppertime,
if you find the time to pick up the pieces,
it will be fine,
hopefully,
let yourself be the host of your own enemy,
of get therapy to comfort you,
havent been right since elementary,
hoping they all turn against you,
and look!!! there it goes!!,
cant remember the first time i ate a mango.

By Arcassin B


Seen the lovin' coming from a mile away in my
Only line of vision with precision looking for a better
Future with her,
I search for growth in the dirt , I mean soil,
Granting me wishes that I soley deserve,
I got your feelings on a platter , you can't even get away from me,
The grass is greener everyday when you smile in anomaly,
The  trees growing in disproportionate commonly epitome ,
Didn't make no sense there but your skin so heavenly like Angels
And their boastfulness and privileged to the recent decisions you make in your life
Thinking what I could have done if I had chosen the commandments over the
Unconsciousness world of evil at its finest component,
Wasn't ready for those moments,
I don't want my last moments,
To be a ball full of hate towards others that have not showed me respect,
You take that all in and recollect,
I'm retrospect,
Place your bet,
Love for an angel is a blessing sent,
From the Lord himself,
Gathering up all of my wealth....

/

....a wealth-that I *- *can share with you,
You don't have to say a thing , your beauty says a lot
With the features,
I know- that you've - been waiting,
for love to come sweep you off your feet
pretty baby,
the cold- will se-parate  us,
in a state of loss of the love that we had for each other,
But you don't have to say a thing,

I love holding hands with you.

My amusement comes from the music.
Every riddim that flows freely.
The bass go boom boom boom.
Every tune blooms open like flowers in the summer.
The sound of the drummer; and the tempo from the bass
The mellow vibe vibrations soothes all frustration.
Relaxation.
Its live and jive.
And it makes my hips sway.
I'm talking about di gud ol reggae.

By Arcassin Burnham

Right in that place where it hits you,
When you've been confronted by the
Horrors that await you while building
Mistakes to break you and make you
Break down,
Say thank you,
To the man up stairs for making this
All possible,
The pastor said I sense sarcasm in
Your voice,
Its my right as a citizen to express my
Opinion,
In this case do I really have a choice,
I mean I've cried and asked like countless
Times to be helped but everything was a
Blur and I just couldn't help myself,
I'm still crying inside, erasing of the little tears I hide,
No matter If was a first love or the first time I've been hit in the face,
There's no other way to say I shouldn't have been born,
But we all have a reason , ride it out with horns.

by Arcassin Burnham


I was less myself,
wasn't more than myself,
beside myself,
soul looking at me,
like where'd I go wrong,
when did my heart ever turn to stone,
feelings like these to a tone,
when will the other side of me see
that life has grown,
when will the other side of me will see that
life's a fake,
depression was taking a break,
came back,
took what it could take,
love was at its high stakes,
Had more to appreciate,
after all that i've been through,
I'm so glad my heart didn't break.

By Arcassin Burnham


Black tar in my heart but you came and took it out
Of my consciousness letting the love that I have for
You go unmissed in this life,
In this world I transitioned to a boy that has no
Original value to a man that has a heart and knows
Where to start if we ever talked,
You  think - I'm not - aware,......
...you don't have to say a thing, your beauty say a lot
with the features in my mind,
don't you give me that frown and those eyes
Not surprised to be broken down,
Down,
I know that you've been searching since he left,
so you saw my soul,.....
But you don't have to say a thing......
I love holding hands with you,

a wealth-that I *- *can share with you,
You don't have to say a thing , your beauty says a lot
With the features,
I know- that you've - been waiting,
for love to come sweep you off your feet
pretty baby,
the cold- will se-parate  us,
in a state of loss of the love that we had for each other,....
But you don't have to say a thing,...
I love holding hands with you.

By Arcassin Burnham

Positive intake,
Follows you down to the lake,
Wise crack on a clean slate,
This happiness you can't take,
Smoke in the air , full of blaze,
Olive green eyes to the face,
Like the devil's incline to this phase,
Flame will reflect just in case,
The dark of the Moon and the the light of the sun
Has chosen it's prophet declaring that times will
Be a lot warmer because of this beauty that I am
Experiencing has me so sprung that the roses will
Blossom with ease along with the grass and the trees,
Which is just how much you mean to me,
This is dedicated to all the lovely green eyed females
That has no other choice than but to be absolutely
Nothing but attractive,
That don't get enough credit for being who they are
Which are angels of this realm,
Surely you can tell,
The Infatuations active.


/


It sounded like nightcore on the edge
Of a cliff looking to the night sky with
a hearted sleeve,
It felt like love on a Sunday afternoon
Like all the others sacrificing all your
Fears and dreams,
It smelled like the silver crust on a piece of
Chewing gum just making popping
Noises from the same scheme,
It looked as bright as day when it
Shines that all you see is all that you
Can truly believe,

You made it seem like those senses didn't
Matter creating melodies dedicated to all
Your enemies,
Are you hearing me?
I noticed it all love.

By Arcassin Burnham


Touching The Skin,
Scriptures depend,
Doing things that sin won't be held accountable for then again,
Heart turned to stone in a matter of seconds way before the end,
We tempted to love and just give it a try but she left me for a friend,
Sacrificed a love for a another she was aiming after tricking me
Making me think that we could be a trustworthy couple that will
Handle anything when it comes to taking care,
I was ready for marriage and we all knew you didn't care,



/

Daffodils where the old well use to be laying out a piece
Of cloth in the moonlight,
My memory doesn't serve me well feeling all the things
That I feel held in this life.

By Arcassin Burnham

Don't look,
Don't open my eyes,
inside,
I look within,
To realize,
What my whole deal is,
Lucid,
As it gets,
Take your pick,
Your the expert,
I got to leave all this behind,
Can't be like this my whole life,
Picking your poison,
And your ivy to,
Looking decent in your favorite jeans,
Worthy cannibal,
Yeah your pretty cute,
Pretty as in pretty , and as cute as the soul in you,
Look at whos...
Flirting with you,
So subliminal,

I-know-this-is-not-real,
Expl-aining-how-you-feel,
I­'ll-wake-up-any-minute,
Loo-sing-you is no big-deal,

Insomnia is coursing through my veins as we speak
In tongues and reminisce about the feeling of kissing
Your lips in my dream state,
Was so sweet like cheesecake,
With my knees straight,
Forward like I'm coming off as crucial to them,
My brain cells are dancing to all the track's of
Riddim,
She mind controlled me to make her lust when the
Lights were dim,
And all the other females are reality Sims.

I-know-this-is-not-real,
Expl-aining-how-you-feel,
I'll-wa­ke-up-any-minute,
Loo-sing-you is no big-deal.

/

I find peace and solace knowing that I show
forgiveness and all that comes to me,
Lacking a lot out of life still,
Walking through the streets with my head held high
with mental illnesses,
but still,
I'm a loser and I will always remain a loser but not in Gods eyes,
moving moutains with my words and Reminiscent dreams overcrowding,
i sleep still,
Even though insomnia has me in its clutches,
thinking that the devils gonna hold my body down for practice,
hes a coward still.

He so cold cool he hot
Peep be like: word
Mixing trax in da klub
King of tha mix
They all: we lit
Layin down them oldskool
Cuttin in some riddim
Droppin beatz
Sound system be like: higher
Mixmaster T play it 4 tha playas
And 4 tha kidz
Funk Soul Hiphop Latin House
(White House too!)
Thatz why he prezident
Funky Commander-in-Chief
Talkin bout Tha Dee-Jay y'all
Nuff respeck
Cuz its about LOVE people...
So dig your DJ:

☆D.J. TRUMP☆

I have done no wrong but I'm sorry nonetheless
We could tussle with fate but that's all we get
As much as it hurts my poor soul to do so
I must accept what ever it is I find in life's roll of presents
As we are just puppets on some strings
Thespians acting according to a script
Dancers flowing like a river to a rhythm
And a singer singing along to a riddim
Beggars can't be choosers they say
So I'll stand ashore and watch you slip away
The story has no happy ever after after all
But there's still some silver lining in the dark cloud that looms over the mountain top

seriously... what's there to write?
i'm sipping a kalimotxo
smoking like a steam-engine:
   my my, how tobacco is just an extra
bit crisp of fine: whenever
wine is involved...
         a brief interlude watching
psychological profiling of "alpha males":
that ol' chestnut...
christine mackinday
                 and koppenhaver...
  well... the proper interlude:
when i first heard white zombie's
astro-creep 2000...
                  and all the night's worth
of sleep to look forward to tomorrow...
when i... most certainly will:
watch the deer hunter - properly...
i'll just pretend: it's not a citizen kane
moment in cinema...
old russian babushka mothers
searching for the sons in drinking dens...
durak: sabaka!
дюрaк: сaбaкa!
          the old tale of metallurgy...
tomorrow: well... tomorrow i'll also be
escorting my dear ol' movver
to buy some... strawberries...
        but what of... the "old" worries...
i'm trying to think about...
the "old" worries...
    and alpha male profiling geniuses...
it's a bit too much... when i hear:
he was abusive to the dogs...
i can't stomach that...
                clearly i wasn't a mood to write
this...
good enough for that mood is still
intact with a last gulp of kalimotxo...
spear-heading a circa 3 : 1 ratio of wine...
such a mellow exercise...
    when ms. amber comes along...
there's all that... waiting...
drinking wine seems more... akin to...
watching a tide of a sea come
and nibble the shore...
         well... are they called spirits
for no particular reason?
     a plethora of moods...
***** is the worst... that serpent with
its watery eyes...
pierce right through you...
all the other spirits can disguise their...
ills...
to have truly enjoyed wine...
once upon a time...
to have... roses bud beneath the cheeks...
to fill... sedated but at the same time:
elated...
like watching kim novak play
alongside james stewart...
      because... i could be hardly called
a... cary grant sort of guy...
maybe it was always that...
tease of the lisp...
                well... that sort of "thing"...
omega male... sort of "thing"...
what a list of... unsuspected joys of...
a rat and a sigh entombed in
a maze of dross;      
    hardly unlikely to have found me...
bedazzled by somewhere like
las vegas...
             if it was paris...
if it was paris...
       because in venice i was most
likely myopic...
          and...     it wasn't what i was
expecting... as ever:
the best plan is to not have a plan...
and concerning expectations?
better reserve some fancy for
being surprised.
yes: tomorrow... escort for dear movver...
it's this ****** "thing"...
strawberries...
     dear movver: otherwise... what?
dearest mother-in-law?
      test-tube baby galore...
found dry ***** on a tissue outside
a *****-bank...
and... this must be such a 19th century
"thing"...
             this inbreeding is:
bewildering! the travesty!
                  imagine a name: norman...
"beto" oreman... better...
              that's nice...
let's groove: tukka yoots riddim
  (Us3)...
now throw into this quarantine mix...
your typical english...
rainy weather... well...
       t.v. and the glue...
something from the horrors of...
a clockwork orange...
        not even in medieval times...
did they conjure up this sort of
torture... of cutting someone's
eyelids off...
        perhaps the *******...
               yes... better a focus on
those strawberries.