Go Run & Hide

At a moment it occurs to me that I am absolutely brilliant, and at another an absolute dunce. Sometimes for absolutely no reason at all.

I’ve been smoking so much weed that it almost seems as though I’m beginning not to like it. And how can such a thing be true? Marijuana, whose very name mentioned brings me inexplicable delight – and still! – is now to me becoming sickening. What do I even do with that, or make of it?

Hiding under the covers

Under, the covers cover the

Coward cowering beneath the

Frock of his mistress, escaping his fate.

Escape the fate or stay prisoner

Trapped in the closet of lies and hate

That you’ve discovered.

Sentenced for life to die in the flesh

Reason unknown or none

Or run.

So you’re…

Hiding amidst the clouds of smoke

Under the covers covering your tracks

– No, not hidden-

Erasing the traces of your existence

Hiding under the clouds in plain sight of the Sun

Blinding light illuminating the heavens

Casting flames to the down below

-No that’s wrong.

Hiding in the cloud’s cover from no one

Caring nothing, conscience keep.

The fate of suffering borne by the true

The culprit escapes

While you your quiet keep.

So I am

Hiding under the cover’s covers

Drenched in the sound’s cloud (cloud’s sound)

Several steps at a time taking

To emerge at the end

Brand new.

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Ode to Freedom

I am the master and the servant

Wait

I mean the salve.

Eh hem

I am the master and the slave

The serum that you crave and

The voice that makes you behave.

I am the lightening in the thunder

The sound that it makes

Waves

In the air and on the ocean

In the sky nor on the sea

It’s me

Free

 

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The title is at the end

Cloaked and enveloped in dust

It is my soul I try to brush

Cleanse my heart of the futures gone

Get into the timing of moving on

For when the time shall cometh new

It is I

Who will be there

For you.

 

Thrust

From the bosom of thine heart

In one great swoop we were torn apart

In every way conceivable

Disaster Falls

 

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Twisted

Click

Clack Spinster Minster

Come on can you give me…

– Spinster Minster

Like he never knew and then he missed her

Kissed her

And he can’t forget it now she missed her

 

Dissed her

Dismissed her

Before he realised that he would need her

Like he didn’t know his life was lost

And now forever

Because he thought he was the shit

And wouldn’t need her

‘Cause ain’t nobody got time for that

Busy makin’ all this paypa

“Watchu say dawg?”

Busy spendin’ all this paypa

Gotta look fly for all the haters

Stay lit for the original gangsta.

Didn’t think of what you’d need

“For me”.

See?

Didn’t even notice I existed.

 

 

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Because I do believe in the lofty joy

From whence does it become me, that which I am not

Or have never known myself to be?

Is it from reality, or borne from a dream?

I hear the children scream; how can I believe in humanity?

For if I must believe, it has to be absolutely

And absolute reality

Or “Shoot, you got me.”

We’re back to where we started from

Again to where back when how long

And all overaround ah-gen.

But I do believe in the lofty joy.

Yet somehow it doesn’t make sense to me. All that I am doing, all that I have been, doesn’t seem to make sense if I didn’t.

Because I do believe in the lofty joy, I will not sit around waiting; I will open my heart and let him in; I will stop hankering on believing; I will not let my hands die wringing; I will live my whole life living, and I can live my whole life with him. Willing: The mind and the body both are sure; the love is real and the heart is pure; sure;

Able and willing

Winning

To the then from the beginning.

 

*Title quoted from Dante’s Paradiso

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Die Another Day

I love to be in love, it’s my greatest and gravest weakness. I love to be in love and my heart craves it; my soul burns and my body – nay, my entire being – yearns for it.

What am I to do when the thing for which I ache makes me prey, eh?

Overdose

on life like it’s your very death

– slowly killing you in your sleep

Even

– while you weep

Even…

– as you speak

Even

–  how you think and eat ..?

 

Overdose on life like you rush to death

Out of breath

From holding it in and not knowing

Hating, wasting, lack of thought

Draining from the future bought

At the expense of the death of the day

– “Puss inna bag” –

But the day has been paid:

– over to the promised dream

– over for the promised dream

That remains to be seen.

 

Overdose

On lies like it’s the air you breathe

Like you need it to survive.

For they knew each and all

What it means to starve;

For they now know

Freedom,

– Freedom to eat, to read, to breathe

For they know what it means

To be freed

– from abject poverty

– from certain death

For they are the saved,

They might do the saving;

For they value all lives

And hold none as superior

– including their own,

They might be the guardians.

For they seek though never find purpose,

They might save us.

 

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My 16 bars submission

Rascal like flats

Roscoe like bats

Fiasco like rats in a kitty palace

And the kitty pal is

Willard

Big Ben ’bout to kill hard.

 

That home is literally where the heart is

That down is literally where the fart is

That there isn’t one,

There’s two.

So I had

Six seven

Eight Nine Ten

Eleven

Bro

Dispelling rhymes like a pro

And accronyming

If you cannot see it-

Then imagine

FLOW

Like the air when she was pregnant

Oh!

Never could imagine what you know

Like befo’e

You don’t see me spittin’ like a pro he said

Whoa!

Hold your horses and just listen.

 

I am the model and the photographer

The writer and the actor

If I produce I am the director

When I go I am the motor

But enough of that, you get what I’m saying:

I am the Queen and the Emperor

The Conqueror

No fighting but the winner.

 

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Monday Afternoon

Mi bun weed like is oxygen
Drink wata like a Supplegen
Naa beg, naa borrow, naa falla no fren
Inhale for sustenance
Exhale di stress
Feel up mi sof skin
Play wid mi breasts
Walk like mi run tings
Treat everybody like star
Talk like mi know everyting
Since di Sun was wee star
Pree like mi can tan yassuh an si far far
Cause mi can tan yassuh an si far far.

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Because One Day…

One day it’s gonna be gone you know, whatever it is? One day it’s gonna be gone but you’ll still be here. Or there, metaphorically. One day you’ll be all that’s left, and what will you be then? What will you have then? And for that matter, will you even be able to do anything? And that’s a better question.

Trapped in a moment of the moment’s moment

A moment of moments when Mo meant

Moment. Sinking stinking shrinking sink

A momentary moment of slinking stink

Slinking stinking rinky dink

A rinky dinky pinky flink.

Daring sharing seagulls lost

The innocent in suffering

Bears the cost.

*Photo credit to #ToyPhotographer