Man stands on the shoulders of giants but in the shadows of gods, Gods who blow the burn the houses we build and yet, we lay brick atop crust and we trust, Insignificant in comparsion can we ever conquer the elements? Compressed carbon and coal, ignite and set alight Rest in peace mother earth we … Continue reading Mother Earth, we loved you.
I feel so happy, and yet I feel fearful. I feel fear because my mind can easily get away from me, away from reality. The fantastical fantastic realm of ideas, of possibilities, this realm consumes me. My mind runs in four directions, pulling me; the birthing of ideas on overdrive. The words they run right … Continue reading tilted towards the sky.
Fiery red molten flame exhales the air that fills the balloon, heat rises with the heart; turbulence, don't wanna tumble to the depths. Inhale, exhale; I rise again. Afraid of the heights, how far can I go? My hot air balloon has room for two, wow what a view. Drifting above the clouds with someone … Continue reading above the clouds
Steady with the pace, roll, rolling down the rolling, hills, yeah this is the place, this is where i'm whole, and with each passing day, each rehersal, each performance, the play; a twisting of events, threatre playing out before my eyes, can you slow this horse? the look on your face, o' how it takes … Continue reading rolling my r’s
I want a gangsta bitch, like ride with me til' I die 'ish, yo Like total emotionally vulnerability, like real a healthy dynamic Low-key glances and inside jokes, one glance and you'll drop a Double gauge humour on the play, rolling around the floor like ev-ery-day Corny love poems cross compton, like when I get … Continue reading love x gangsta rap
The city built with walls keeps out intruders and do-gooders alike; watchtowers along the bulwark unable to tell the difference from afar, yet they seek to take no risk. Nobody in, nobody out. The king's people yearn for the fruits and spoils beyond the city walls, and yet the king refuses and stands tall in … Continue reading The king, the dragon and the gold.
Caught up in the turbulence, lost in the vortex; self-induced. Keen to self-induce a snooze, caught up in the thought, In the thought of you.
I call out and I hear only echoes, echoes of years past Fierce independence, grit and a self-determined life, No replacement for the tribe, for we are but social creatures,
the impenetrable wall, the one that separates, a great dividing plane, yet we yearn for more, beckoned at the siren's call...
A river can never flow incorrectly, for its flow is perfect no matter where it decides to go. As water moves down the river, it slides itself down, around and over anything in its way. The rock that lay in its path stands tall and strong in the face of the turbulent force of the … Continue reading The Tao.