. . .Slow

i'm not tired; i'm only slow
i'm not depressed, my countenance is just a lil low
a lil lower than the usual
the fire of desire burns at moments when its crucial
adrenaline wont pump till the consequences seem brutal
i'm listening to kelly's hear me as against rihanna's rude girl
it hurts at times when you stop and stare
when you wonder wether or not youre actually getting there
wondering whether or not there really is a place called there
or if there is a state of mind...somewhere up in your hair
there's two cans of juice extractable from fear
and at the moment my glass tastes like that of despair
cos the lake of fuel and fire and optimism isnt crystal clear
not anymore...the end seems near
someday; somehow; someplace; some town
i hope to get there, but there's no hurry
not at the moment, now i'm on cruise control
i'm not chuddy k...but it's slow slow!

Crown the BLaCk Sheep!

Crown the black sheep;
the kids with minds of they own where they ain't supposed to think
crown the instinct and the urge to stand against the norm
crown the sons of men who fly where others run
crown those of us who fall in love with anything tagged wrong
crown that belief that lets us say we don't throw punches; but we're strong

Crown that God given gift that abides misunderstood
that section of your persona that chooses to function under the unction of your desire for a reconstruction of the immediate environment
that portion of your soul that makes you do the re-wiring
that thing deep down inside that knows you wont win but is ready to die fighting
the very demon on your shoulder that says you're right; they shud quit arguing
Crown your ideas and your dreams and your goals, irrespective of how lofty they seem

Crown your resolve to never give up...crown your status as the rejected stone...Crown the head above which the houseflies buzz...

a lick by the tree

It's 3 o'clock in the a.m. and I'm on one of my habitual midnight strolls.
As always; my foul human stench congests the atmosphere and the beasts of the night are of full consciousness and awareness of my manly presence. A fox crouched in behind a refuse dump as i mindlessly walked by. Paying no reverence or acknowledgment whatsoever to the fact that a carnivorous creature stood less than four feet from where i was, i stopped to pee. A layman would call it guts; the cowardly would refer to it as stupidity, a more enlightened individual would consider the possibility of the fox's non existence within my psychic as a oneness with the fact that man as a creature is incapable of fully protecting himself from the prowling elements of nature. In actual fact; that deduction to a certain extent possesses an iota of truth, but a full understanding of that state of mind leaves one truth standing alone in the spotlight. The fox was the least of my worries. Call it reverse psychology, or call it a stroke of luck that somehow, i just happened not to have treaded the earth beside a vixen with offspring to fend for, and defend from any potential adversary. Call it a twist of fate; that I (who had consciously left my civilized surroundings) felt the urge to respond to the call of nature and fertilize the earth with the acidic remnants of every fluid substance my digestive system had handled to the best of its ability. Call it a lack of discipline and a reflection of an untamed urinary system. The truth is this. A son of adam had to pee; and he did! Fox or no fox!

Dilemma

It was visible, it had been made very clear. It was unavoidably obvious that the prodigy had been surrounded by a pack of unrealistic visionaries and time wasters.
like a thousand winds, a chronicle of unreal and incomprehensible dreams rushed through his thought faculty,letting him come to realize the fact that he was a mere reflection of his associates. . .or better still the sort of people he chose to surround yourself with. A pack of aspiring losers with nothing but the grace of jah going for them was not much to be envied for was it? All the same, a reality check never killed anyone at any point in time, it only succeeds in presenting the raw nature of your folly in a very "unminced" state.
Failure however is not in not succeeding, but its in failing to try again whenever shit goes wrong. He was now torn apart between these two schools of thought.
Should he lie in bed all day lazying about and waiting for september to get another shot at the disappointment of an incomprehensible inability to secure a slot in one of the nation's numerous academic institutions; or clear his head, and get raw ideas on his harddrive and focus or concentrate on realizing his dreams of a berserk upsurge career wise? Everyone expected so much that if maybe he was left all alone in this world he didn't know what path he'd choose.
Slowly, Steadily, unexpectedly, he was starting to feel like an undervalued jewel renegade trying to find a little something greater than the regular. Something way beyond the secular. . .a little something. . .more!

Ordinary Unordinary Day

So today wasn't one of those days when i felt utterly poetic

or like i was gonna change the world

or like i should do something awesomely heroic

today didn't feel regular, but it was far from feeling wrong.

Today i lived as one who loved to feel

i existed as one whose soul was free

i dwelt unbothered and unaffected by my cliche of intellect

today i freed myself from the limitless nature of my mind

Today was as simple as a preschool class

it was as dimpled as a baby's bare ass

it was empty. . .yet incomprehensibly full of moments past

today was regular. discreet. implicitly complete!

Today i soared not with the leviathan beasts

neither did i walk upon the earth where the skies and the grass meets

today i woke. . .and ate. . .and played. . .and lived like one of those regular kids

today i wanted to be cared for. . .and loved. . .and fed. . .and taught

Today wasn't my idea of right; but it was far from wrong!

Baby Philosophy

I see servants on horses and princes on asses
Lords on dusty feet and Courtiers with automobiles in rare fleet
its obvious that principles of existence have been trampled under feet
for this is way beyond psychological defeat
this one stings your intellect and forces all logic and reason to retreat
its the reason for why millions of kids dont eat
for to them the idea of hunger is as bizarre as a dog's bleat
whilst millions of other kids dont eat
for to them a full threshold is as distant as where the earth and the skies meet
Philosophy rules the wise; the wise rule the strong
the strong tame the helpless and rename right as wrong
its unhealthy to believe that we all sing the same song
its tasty deceit to think the whole world speaks your tongue
its wild foolishness to relentlessly want to feel among
and it's sad to think you'd rather die than not have the victory song sung
for the failure that kills you not will make you strong

oneness with nothing

Become one with the void

Gain the loss of yourself to nothingness redeployed

Let your vast archives of substance be destroyed

as you listen to the silence. . .hear what my mind sings

Nothing

Not a damn thing i bring

nothing but the sound of the tree leaves like bell rings

whistling bustling whispering subtly

until thy soul welcomes with open arms this purposeless offering

This sacrifice so comforting

this gain so dis-heartening

this presence that leaves you with the want of an offspring

for no other reason than that you want to do the answering

for once. . .but first you must become one with the Void

. . .

Like an eight year old with a brand new controller

there's more to this phenomenon than really feeling older

cos the truth of the matter is. . .you should be more in . . . 'controller?!'

of everything there was and is and sees and bleeds

for nothing pierces the soul deeper than not being flawless

at living for the truth and defaming the lawless

initially you're given the manual and the batteries and the controllers orders

but with time its kinda like a mic. . .it sorta becomes cordless

and then you wonder. "was this the real goal?!" "were these really my orders"

"or have i become another absent minority classified as one of the others"

for should the truth be told, man would dare not bridge the young and the old

the young would stay young old age would be a fantasy unforetold

youth would excite, and stink and then eventually grow cold

meaning that come what may one would still grow old

and the primary objective of this post would be out sold

fine then. . .just be sure to do this regardless of what abides within your fold

emerge harder, and better, and . . .

breathe

Strip yourself of your nakedness, take your clothes off

Strip yourself of your decorum, put some clothes on

Lingerie, underwear, underpants, pop socks

gee strings, shoe strings, underlings, hot stuff

get your mind back in the mud, turn your phone off

let your spirit man flee from wisdom, not from cowardice

tempt your soul once more, and tempt it with something void of peace

lest you fall not into it and emerge victoriously

send your guts on a task, fetch the golden fleece

establish a new cardinal point. Ignore north west south east

seek a sunny day and plague it with a foggy mist

and when youre done doing those your intellect would be trapped in a cyst

its no prison, but its no freedom either

its a total annihilation of the demise of Julius Caesar

Napoleon, Hitler, Grimmjow, Aizen

heroine, demon, vixen, temptress

dont break free from the cycle, run the wheel like a hamster

keep at it and before long, its composition you'll master

and when you do get a hold of it spin it even faster

so fast that if you lost your footing and stopped you'd create an artificial disaster

like humanity did with Beebo and Hi Five and Napster

like you did with a bowl of spaghetti or some sorta pasta

Breathe my friend. . .forget your limits and your gimmicks

Breathe. . .but get back to work when youre finished!