'2017' 'happy' 'love' 'positivity' 'power of positivity'
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shattered glass out on the kitchen floor
picking up the pieces of my past
move away from the silence to a lingering laugh
each of us where's a mask in a disguise in life
He adjusted his yellowing glasses
Gathered his scattered thoughts
And cleared his scratchy voice
He began,
It matters not
there are those among us that are truly not of us
they hide behind the false hidden garb of compromise
taking heed to all those twisted ways and lies
they have tombstones in the head cause there the walking dead
there was a vocation to promote the population
as a young child I would dream
about far off places with kings and queens
a challenge to be free was a quest for time
living on the edge and it's going to my head
she drifts to a world of fantasy
the drifting Redwood falls below the surface
alone she sits in her lucid dream
her very soul permeates a reason for being
into a darkened forest with zombie creatures
is going to take me home
through following the freedom school
free love is all around
the burning of the bras
acid to drop you out
why should we complain, bitch & pout
see you in the inside
When I look at me, I see a beautiful woman with the world within the reach of her hands. I see a woman who is destined for a life made for no one but her, cause no one else can walk the path created for her. Just her.
there's salt in the air by the ocean without a care
fell beneath the tears of the scale of obscurity
in the Spring the leaves felt through with cadence of illumination
you got to be perfect in a non perfect world
out of clear simplistic style you know all the great while
we all must face a trial in this land so very mean
tossed and turned another page has been turned
gravity
homeboy got capped in the knee
out in the streets
let the truth be told
where as years ago
with Grandmaster P
he was born in the gutter
his momma was a whore
We can, but only try
To understand the why
The reason we exist
Or how, we so persist
Amongst the good or bad
Within the joy or sad
To love and fill with hope
Or hate and only grope
its in side of me
society
its a barren waste land
blind leaders of the blind yet will fall into a great ditch
fallen creatures with the double features
infinite
howling bastards that call for a disaster
we so often will quiver
underneath the covers
why do we even bother
in a world in so much trouble
perhaps you'll make my Martini stron like on the double
To grasp at straws
in obeying all those laws
lovely girl in the world
looks a life with a big heart & smile
still to know all the great while
longevity
inside of me
footsteps in the duration of the hall
whispers
I am a wolf in the body of a man
I persevere, attack my goals, and am hungry for success
Strive for greatness thats why I don't rest
And always approach with a well thought out plan
Out of credibility we can look deep inside & seek.
Sought a peace digging deeper then ever before.
Today there are lines being drawn in the sand
So I hope you all understand the premise of this discussion.
ambiance filters through the cascading scene
alone I hide away from the grey illusive duration
Autumn's rich heart permeates with love
lines are being formed in the sand
soon the leaves will change
We can all agree to disagree with one another. But I'm pushing for universalism to coexist with each other. My love extends and permeates to cohabitation toward my fellowman.
Time after time you sit near the ocean frozen
bask in the vast expanse of the ordinance of the day
captivated by your smile you conquered the world & more...
The first time i saw him
It was as if everything around us began to move in slow motion
Like the hands on clocktower were rewinding
And we traveled through each other's minds
nature has a way to sooth the inner sense
the mere simplistic brevity which permeates a reason
a hand to hold the heart will mend
the soul is kept in a tight grip of the hand of excellence
soaring ever so higher
shaped from the tiny fragmentation of the impulse in my mind
blinded by the mere silence in its brigade of solemn tenderness
alone I sit on a high hill visually seeing the passerbys visit then leave
inside we so often wander aimlessly through the vortex of spirituality
we dig still deep then ever before to reach the pinnacle of are being
soft sandal feet with a pitter patter noise of a peace that passes understanding
I look to the sea
viral implications take me to the surf
along the rocky ledge leads to an old abandoned house
you hear the intense pounding of the waves outside
alone in my bed I lay
still not able to pray
I close my eyes to a world unknown
cobwebs etched in the very fabric of my existence
alone helpless with demonic bites
lines are being formed from the face and hands
eyes, feet & hands
when will we ever seem to learn to understand
through a variance to a dream voices scream
a whole host of angels surround me
When What You Believe Infiltrates Your Behavior The Process Builds The Foundation !
A challenge to be free is a question of time.
My soul permeates the very fabric of my existence
alone
in the silence of my thoughts
pitter patter of soft sandal feet
a candle lit in the corner of my room
thinking
time well spent in thought
sullen brevity
my soul permeates sweet humble affection
gravity
homeboy got capped in the knee
out in the streets
let the truth be told
where as years ago
with Grandmaster P
he was born in the gutter
his momma was a whore
gravity
homeboy got capped in the knee
out in the streets
let the truth be told
where as years ago
with Grandmaster P
he was born in the gutter
his momma was a whore
Hello, you maybe stuck in a hotel room today wrestling with the meaning of life. You tried sex, drugs & rock and roll but nothing seems to fill the inner void in your soul.
Old School
Remember the old boom box boogey down to the socks
Reggie Jackson chewy bars & Tommy's pop rocks
Parachutte pants with the hair high fade
Old School
Remember the old boom box boogey down to the socks
Reggie Jackson chewy bars & Tommy's pop rocks
Parachutte pants with the hair high fade
whispers...
through the dark deranged portals you evoke fear
filled with angelic fervor on it's textual base
yet we dig much deep then ever before
It's a new thing, makes you wanna swing
While us MC's rap, doin' our thing
It's not singin' like it used to be
No, it's rappin' to the rhythm of the sure shot beat
It goes one for the money, two for the show
life is lived upon each day
we take time out to pray
others may claim it ought not be this way
still deep inside there's a heart that beats for the truth
Pilate had muttered, "What is truth" ?
in the days of old
let the truth be told
through vast billows of covered asps
the frolic in the ambiance of a moment of love
there was a vocation to promote the population
as a young child I would dream
about far off places with kings and queens
a challenge to be free was a quest for time
living on the edge and it's going to my head
in a far off place
gone from all known accepted civilization
lived a man caught in his own world
had a hut with green moss
In the evening he prepared a table with a goose & port
the streets were covered with an illusion
a vast amount of clothes we sent from the Orient in a box...
puzzled look by some passerby's
covered emblems with dashing brilliance
there was a vocation to promote the population
as a young child I would dream
about far off places with kings and queens
a challenge to be free was a quest for time
living on the edge and it's going to my head
Your the voice that many of us wish we could have..in your inner simplistic sense you evoke a revolution that is charged with a timeless gift of love. Standing further as a beacon of light to a hurting world in need of creative arts.
I must confess
through the pain
words are weapons
they wound sometimes
we are gathered here together
in union under the garb of love
let's all come together
through the inner silence of the morning
Sometimes in life's battles we can feel
As if we are losing on every front
family discord, business setbacks,
can put a pessimistic spin on the way we look at life
God can use our trials to work for are good
in our vast perpetual state of existence
many are those that run with the resistance
they graduate from hate to hate
never stop to seal their fate
Etched in the vast brigade of your mind
Left at your best sublime
A merry heart does good like a medicine
Happiness is a lone gun momma bang bang shoot shoot
Laughter is the best medicine
now its my turn to rock the mic
going break therough the tape of darkness in the night
like freaks in the sheets I'm going to take you higher
blowing up in a fuss of its fullest desire
For I thought she had loved me
But I was wrong
Wandering the desert of emotions I had to be strong
She had first loved me so I thought
In time she changed her tune
For it was in the late month of June she
Through the breeze
A slight scent of mint
The Sumer didn't even make a dent
In the column of cosmic debris
Hollow leaves with colors that bleed
In Autumn the colors turn red
To awake the barren lake
Jimi was crazy in his days of purple haze
Getting tossed with the sauce
As a mouse is stuck in its maze
Had screaming sounds with his guitar
He was a shooting star
She had big eyes
Sweet soft reply like nectar
Hands, feet & face
Her hair would flow with a trace
Loved to be loved in a world so very cold
She humbly kept a diary
To capture her imainery friend
In the days of nobel breed
A king sought out a nobel deed
Through his briars of ivory tower
Seeking a claim of further desire
Yet through the green moss brigade
A solemn vow to raise the dead
one day soon you will see the blown apart reality
of distant faces with flirting traces having midnight places
we are on the move so stay in the groove
he comes only to kill, steal & destroy
the streets are now empty the clubs are shut down
not a sound until...
in the morning there will be sun a chance to have a lot of fun
old school to new school that how we rule
On the express basis of the unique premise of the creative write. One should implement their core genre; As an attribution toward success. We can’t sit back idle & expect help. The resistance is too strong.
Sometimes I wonder why we act so weird when we’re tired and constantly I’m puzzled by the weather’s disorder that I can’t seem to name.