Showing posts with label j?A Mt(hE//'. Show all posts
Showing posts with label j?A Mt(hE//'. Show all posts
Sunday, November 21, 2010
Next time.......
Next time I would take the path less traveled
And march.... No....
I'd saunter to the beat of my drum.
Next time I would dismiss that irrational fear as own hang up.
Next time defeat would not come at me
As a swift horse on the open plains.
Next time I would be there for the birth of my daughter, and next time I would persevere in a struggling relationship. Next time I would tell my friends and family how much I really love them.
Next time I would be there for those who needed me and next time I would care.
Next time I would make that uncomfortable phone call cause next time there would be no need to dial your number. Next time I will confront my issues and next time i will be more introspective.... Next time.... Next time I'd start now... Next time I wouldn't change a thing. Next time i would be a man straight outta the gate, be a real father, next time i wont lie cheat steal and rob. Next time ill pass on addiction.... Nah... Next time I'd do it all again cause next time i might not come out on top and next time I might not get to be the me I am becoming. Next time I might miss out on travails and adversity thus making me a stronger person. Next time I'd wait... Next time I would exercise discernment. Next time I wouldn't hurt my self my friends my family. Next time I'd love myself more, next time I would have a feeling of self worth.. Next time i will be proud of myself and my abilities... Next time i won't sell myself short, next time I will believe in
me like every one else did.. Next time I won't regret next time thee can be mo regret. Ther really is no next time for me. Next time I will act upon the fourth fifth and six chances afforded me by the graces extended towards me by the ones who love me.
Next time i would live forever..
Next time i wouldn't hurt and I'd stop time
and time would be tomorrow I'll try again.
Next time I would be more me and less you.
Next time I'll have opinion and
Next time I will have a foundation on which I stand
And next time I shall be resolute in my convictions
Next rhyme the I AM I....
Next time imma gonna stand up
And next time I will make sure I am accounted for
Beacuse next time i will be a person of substance and not of abuse.
Next time look out, cause next time I dream bigger and change the world and next time there shall be no If's maybes and mights cause next time imma gonna make it happen. Next time i live.. Next time it will be for always...forever and for always.. Next time I will be about eternity.
Next time I would take the path less traveled
And march.... No....
I'd saunter to the beat of my drum.
Next time I would dismiss that irrational fear as own hang up.
Next time defeat would not come at me
As a swift horse on the open plains.
Next time I would be there for the birth of my daughter, and next time I would persevere in a struggling relationship. Next time I would tell my friends and family how much I really love them.
Next time I would be there for those who needed me and next time I would care.
Next time I would make that uncomfortable phone call cause next time there would be no need to dial your number. Next time I will confront my issues and next time i will be more introspective.... Next time.... Next time I'd start now... Next time I wouldn't change a thing. Next time i would be a man straight outta the gate, be a real father, next time i wont lie cheat steal and rob. Next time ill pass on addiction.... Nah... Next time I'd do it all again cause next time i might not come out on top and next time I might not get to be the me I am becoming. Next time I might miss out on travails and adversity thus making me a stronger person. Next time I'd wait... Next time I would exercise discernment. Next time I wouldn't hurt my self my friends my family. Next time I'd love myself more, next time I would have a feeling of self worth.. Next time i will be proud of myself and my abilities... Next time i won't sell myself short, next time I will believe in
me like every one else did.. Next time I won't regret next time thee can be mo regret. Ther really is no next time for me. Next time I will act upon the fourth fifth and six chances afforded me by the graces extended towards me by the ones who love me.
Next time i would live forever..
Next time i wouldn't hurt and I'd stop time
and time would be tomorrow I'll try again.
Next time I would be more me and less you.
Next time I'll have opinion and
Next time I will have a foundation on which I stand
And next time I shall be resolute in my convictions
Next rhyme the I AM I....
Next time imma gonna stand up
And next time I will make sure I am accounted for
Beacuse next time i will be a person of substance and not of abuse.
Next time look out, cause next time I dream bigger and change the world and next time there shall be no If's maybes and mights cause next time imma gonna make it happen. Next time i live.. Next time it will be for always...forever and for always.. Next time I will be about eternity.
Thursday, November 18, 2010
j?A! M!t(hE//'.....
...had to be there.....
There are some things which are too good for words.....
For to me it might be a triple shot of espresso,
Black and tan no sugar no cream,
Kissing the air and catching my nostrils.
Could be the amazing view
From my daughters grandmothers kitchen window
That looks past the empty country hi way
And out to a patchwork green field filled with mono chromatic bovine
Shrouded with an early morn' mystic topped with golden gilded clouds
And angelic shafts of light cutting through the mist, giving ride to arabesque
Evapo Ray shun.....
The quiet beauty of the morning enchants me
And offers escape to a tolkin imagined shire
Where I wait with baited breath hoping to catch a glimpse of Iroquois on horse back
Or majestic bison diffusing this veil of vapor.
Truth be told I half expected a Celt of yore to materialize
And he traverses alone and stoic,
The remnant of some long lost and forgotten war
Where he waged battles in the name of stolen love and lost rites.
I can see him in his musty garb and damp boots as he, crossing the dew slicked asphalt
Ascends the stairs to the sun room only to stare at me as pained as the glass in the frame, with cryptic eyes he would ask in his ancient and glorious tongue for a cup of coffee and a warm hearth by which he might warm his bones as he has traversed many miles and has many more to go and i can say that i ought to have welcomed him in with. A hearty embrace and invite him to share his tale...
..............he spun a yarn as I sat captivated,
And told of far away lands,
Of francs and english alike that he vanquished with his own two hands.
With a far away look he told of a brook
That he explored when he was just a lad and how when still young
He left kin and kith in search of glory abroad.
He moaned out a dirge that spoke of maidens fine and fair with
Skin of silk and long flowing hair
That reminded him of his brothers cousins golden mare.
Long into the night he spoke of the plight
That plagued his brothers back there
And although he loved to roam he missed the loam and felt his wife calling him
To come home.. Come home... All you who are weary come home..
Tenderly earnestly you know your being called all you sinners come
Home......
Yep..... Too bad some things are too good for words.....
...had to be there.....
There are some things which are too good for words.....
For to me it might be a triple shot of espresso,
Black and tan no sugar no cream,
Kissing the air and catching my nostrils.
Could be the amazing view
From my daughters grandmothers kitchen window
That looks past the empty country hi way
And out to a patchwork green field filled with mono chromatic bovine
Shrouded with an early morn' mystic topped with golden gilded clouds
And angelic shafts of light cutting through the mist, giving ride to arabesque
Evapo Ray shun.....
The quiet beauty of the morning enchants me
And offers escape to a tolkin imagined shire
Where I wait with baited breath hoping to catch a glimpse of Iroquois on horse back
Or majestic bison diffusing this veil of vapor.
Truth be told I half expected a Celt of yore to materialize
And he traverses alone and stoic,
The remnant of some long lost and forgotten war
Where he waged battles in the name of stolen love and lost rites.
I can see him in his musty garb and damp boots as he, crossing the dew slicked asphalt
Ascends the stairs to the sun room only to stare at me as pained as the glass in the frame, with cryptic eyes he would ask in his ancient and glorious tongue for a cup of coffee and a warm hearth by which he might warm his bones as he has traversed many miles and has many more to go and i can say that i ought to have welcomed him in with. A hearty embrace and invite him to share his tale...
..............he spun a yarn as I sat captivated,
And told of far away lands,
Of francs and english alike that he vanquished with his own two hands.
With a far away look he told of a brook
That he explored when he was just a lad and how when still young
He left kin and kith in search of glory abroad.
He moaned out a dirge that spoke of maidens fine and fair with
Skin of silk and long flowing hair
That reminded him of his brothers cousins golden mare.
Long into the night he spoke of the plight
That plagued his brothers back there
And although he loved to roam he missed the loam and felt his wife calling him
To come home.. Come home... All you who are weary come home..
Tenderly earnestly you know your being called all you sinners come
Home......
Yep..... Too bad some things are too good for words.....
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
j?A! M!t(hE//'.....
Basementality
Almost I am I finally seein shit eye to eye
No tears left my eye is dry.
Still no no got it don't know it
Won't quit till I'm on it till I got it.
Aint through yet got some spark sparkin light up eternal lights brighter.
Shine forever catch my fire sparking the irons marching to Zion,
Still no no got don't know it
Won't quit till I on it till I got it
Stayin power might be right look at barry white
Up all night
what's real what's hu what's man, what's human.
Snatch up catch up read up get up stand for your right.
My wick burns like Babylon both ends are frayed
I no longer fade no longer afraid, break bonds and forget cons, hustling dealing and struggling. Stealing. Eatin deletin. Ruin...
Lie no reveal revelations revolutions are truth born I'm the seventh son bastard born My pockets light but I rock a heavy birth right, I'm destined to rise like the son of Rebecca.
Forget scorn and move on.
And you know my times coming don't be late for the show.
Round up ground up get stoned up. Jah told you in his own words
I'll see you through. To guide you. Through this cold world.
He'll see you thought.
keep his promise no matter what the reason Don't change with the season no bargain pleading....
Basementality
Almost I am I finally seein shit eye to eye
No tears left my eye is dry.
Still no no got it don't know it
Won't quit till I'm on it till I got it.
Aint through yet got some spark sparkin light up eternal lights brighter.
Shine forever catch my fire sparking the irons marching to Zion,
Still no no got don't know it
Won't quit till I on it till I got it
Stayin power might be right look at barry white
Up all night
what's real what's hu what's man, what's human.
Snatch up catch up read up get up stand for your right.
My wick burns like Babylon both ends are frayed
I no longer fade no longer afraid, break bonds and forget cons, hustling dealing and struggling. Stealing. Eatin deletin. Ruin...
Lie no reveal revelations revolutions are truth born I'm the seventh son bastard born My pockets light but I rock a heavy birth right, I'm destined to rise like the son of Rebecca.
Forget scorn and move on.
And you know my times coming don't be late for the show.
Round up ground up get stoned up. Jah told you in his own words
I'll see you through. To guide you. Through this cold world.
He'll see you thought.
keep his promise no matter what the reason Don't change with the season no bargain pleading....
j?A! M!t(hE//'.....
What did you expect?
....... What did you experience when you elated into the theater.
This is what it's like in words
parlance is my last chance to make me memory on earth last.
Plot, storyline does it rhyme and if so so fine
on the dime and the nickel and it's not that I don't know yah"
I seen you at my show and I'ma grow on ya.
Favorite moments are silent proceed by violence
follow up get it done with kindness
shyness you don't know me,
your lucky you get this for free.
Im your Favorite character and why?
I'm a man but believe me sometimes i cry Cry and die die
Thinking about the messed up shit I put my kid through
and all sorts of superfluous nervousness
that kept me from versing free style and bursting!
I'm thirsting coming in big command the floor
while you wondering where the wave mention my exsistancce
scribbled in the sand then vanish,
my essence is my message concentrated with effortless patience
I'm through with complacence racists
and the acquittals of corporate officials.
Odious and erroneous felonious
but I'm the only one getting hard time traced me back to the scene of the worst crime just for growing prime?
If imma slip offa the face of the earth
i think I gotta leave this curse behind
that's been cursing my mind and in death I find
there's no rewind only one shot to expand your mind
and imam bring it live two..
No three times
my shits like a hate crime
I'm knocking around reason and rhyme..
Your girl asked me "do I ever not rhyme?"
I said "girl I'm sublime you got me in my prime and trust I demma ghana tek my thyme"..
Why dem pretty ones da learned lean .lady ones
take da first one that comes
then become the jaded emaciated pill pop pin ones
then come my way looking like they got hit on the freeway..
Believe I pray maybe four five six seven times ah day
send a chaste lady into the fray
but I'm afraid they went the way of the dough dough
oh no! Hope it ain't so.
I sunk so low low got got by the po po
rocked up locked up stopped up..
Assets are worthless and verses turn into real ass lessons
unless you missed my past Iz live so so fast
don't blink you might miss my ass
I'll pass up on cash and leave ass in the grass
if I cant learn from the past
and make this forever moment last
then I might as well cash out early skip out on my little girly,
hardly,
that ain't me,
to easy and I'm living the breezy life so fresh and so nice gotta say my name twice,
yeah I'm white like basmati rice
But I'll get at ya like ya never known
take you to the unknown
we'll become one while you gaze at the full moon
making me swoon.
You and me front of da the house killin that blouse
blowing up the couch mouth to mouth this ain't CPR
ya make me feel like high school in the back ah mah car
i love that you see me for the dude I are
And I get ya,
the sly smiles sex appeal across the room
but dis feeling so real so clear clear and your so so near near,
don't fear me
won't leave ya stranded
I won't start a book and a leave blank chapter
your what I'm after
your smart clean and I'm stick with ya
youse a real fly sister
never knew what I missed till that very first kiss.......
smitten.......
remember that first Christmas?
I made you mittens..
Two lefts but that's all right we stayed up most of the night
that first date sharing rhyme
and I seem to recall how we forgot time
left this crazy shit behind,
asinine
but I wish i could rewind stop time and find you in the third grade, think of the future future tense is where I'm headed to the wood shed yet again gonna get a sword and pen and see what shape my mind is in and promise once I begin your never gonna see shit the same again, make your soul take flight your burden light....
What did you expect?
....... What did you experience when you elated into the theater.
This is what it's like in words
parlance is my last chance to make me memory on earth last.
Plot, storyline does it rhyme and if so so fine
on the dime and the nickel and it's not that I don't know yah"
I seen you at my show and I'ma grow on ya.
Favorite moments are silent proceed by violence
follow up get it done with kindness
shyness you don't know me,
your lucky you get this for free.
Im your Favorite character and why?
I'm a man but believe me sometimes i cry Cry and die die
Thinking about the messed up shit I put my kid through
and all sorts of superfluous nervousness
that kept me from versing free style and bursting!
I'm thirsting coming in big command the floor
while you wondering where the wave mention my exsistancce
scribbled in the sand then vanish,
my essence is my message concentrated with effortless patience
I'm through with complacence racists
and the acquittals of corporate officials.
Odious and erroneous felonious
but I'm the only one getting hard time traced me back to the scene of the worst crime just for growing prime?
If imma slip offa the face of the earth
i think I gotta leave this curse behind
that's been cursing my mind and in death I find
there's no rewind only one shot to expand your mind
and imam bring it live two..
No three times
my shits like a hate crime
I'm knocking around reason and rhyme..
Your girl asked me "do I ever not rhyme?"
I said "girl I'm sublime you got me in my prime and trust I demma ghana tek my thyme"..
Why dem pretty ones da learned lean .lady ones
take da first one that comes
then become the jaded emaciated pill pop pin ones
then come my way looking like they got hit on the freeway..
Believe I pray maybe four five six seven times ah day
send a chaste lady into the fray
but I'm afraid they went the way of the dough dough
oh no! Hope it ain't so.
I sunk so low low got got by the po po
rocked up locked up stopped up..
Assets are worthless and verses turn into real ass lessons
unless you missed my past Iz live so so fast
don't blink you might miss my ass
I'll pass up on cash and leave ass in the grass
if I cant learn from the past
and make this forever moment last
then I might as well cash out early skip out on my little girly,
hardly,
that ain't me,
to easy and I'm living the breezy life so fresh and so nice gotta say my name twice,
yeah I'm white like basmati rice
But I'll get at ya like ya never known
take you to the unknown
we'll become one while you gaze at the full moon
making me swoon.
You and me front of da the house killin that blouse
blowing up the couch mouth to mouth this ain't CPR
ya make me feel like high school in the back ah mah car
i love that you see me for the dude I are
And I get ya,
the sly smiles sex appeal across the room
but dis feeling so real so clear clear and your so so near near,
don't fear me
won't leave ya stranded
I won't start a book and a leave blank chapter
your what I'm after
your smart clean and I'm stick with ya
youse a real fly sister
never knew what I missed till that very first kiss.......
smitten.......
remember that first Christmas?
I made you mittens..
Two lefts but that's all right we stayed up most of the night
that first date sharing rhyme
and I seem to recall how we forgot time
left this crazy shit behind,
asinine
but I wish i could rewind stop time and find you in the third grade, think of the future future tense is where I'm headed to the wood shed yet again gonna get a sword and pen and see what shape my mind is in and promise once I begin your never gonna see shit the same again, make your soul take flight your burden light....
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