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What's Real

It was a cold night; reach for the pocket to stroke light 
Smoke exit his throat ‘til he choke on his own spite 
Rolled dice when he walked this concrete 
Felt blessed when he didn’t end up on the wrong street 
This day felt different; maybe shady
Started out fine; met a dime, a beautiful lady 
Took her to a local bar, I forget the name 
Taken back; she was a scholar with a perfect frame 
Commence to conversation, they spoke knowledge, 
She's been through college, now buildin’ a foundation 
A female simplistic and very artistic 
Now they gettin’ in it and wordplay gettin’ vivid 
Thinkin’, “this one is special, she's so interestin’” 
Catching every word that passed her lips, always listenin’ 
Gleam in her eyes, he knows he found something real 
Used to be about what he sees; now it’s all in how he feels
Used to be about what he sees; now it's all in how he feels
...

Usually, here’s where he steals her heart, but she has trust issues
'Cuz the last one she trusted misused 
She said, “Within my soul exists you
And I remember it every time I kiss you
I miss you when I reminisce
on what we been through." He blew one back, asked “Will this do?”
Cold eyes pierce her like a pistol
Shook her system deep down like a missle
...

Back to the present, she says "This'll never work
'Cuz no offense, but you remind me of the forever hurt.
And to go through it again? For what is it worth
She turned, whispered, "There's nothing real left on this earth."

This hit him in his gut, but he walked and followed
'Cuz when she turned around, he looked deep inside her and saw the sorrow
He said "I wanna be here for you tomorrow
Don't have to give me your whole heart now, just let me borrow
I know how it feels, and I'll never leave you hollow
Don't gotta believe me, but the past is something to swallow
Time moves fast, Apollo, and it's obselete
So girl, I'm glad you and me took the time to stop and speak
And if our paths cross again, see ya soon."
Penned her number on his palm, walked off in the light of the moon
And there he stood on that cold night, flame ignited
Choking on his own spite but his own life is what he's rewriting

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Life's Composition

Every morn, I wake to a blank page - 
A canvas, on which I paint
Today

I often revisit past illustrations;
Some statuesque,
and others with rips, tears, and folds;
"Okay" at best
	
Yet as the sun rose Today,
I did not hearken back
nor begin the day’s depiction;
I turned to the future and wondered:
What will be written?

Rather, what will I write?

Forced to ask my reflection
what he wanted in his
Big Picture
I hoped to mimic his vision wholly
Without much stricture

Does he want uniqueness?
With splashes of vivacious colors
to strike society speechless?

Or just a camouflage to hide his weakness?

Maybe he wants a replica;
a proven success.
Tracing another’s outline,
not self-expressed.

He certainly won’t want a still life!
He’s destined to incite change;
That’s how he’ll fulfill life,
and how he’ll fill that page.

Gazing into this mirror -
into my eyes and my mind -
I find a cloud, nothing clearer
No exact path to which I’ll bind.

For I am no omniscient being,
as this blank page can attest...

I want to help.
I want to hope.
To show love to all life
through an optimistic scope.

I am no omniscient being,
as this blank page can attest.
But one thing is definite:
I’ll enjoy life’s quest.

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Road To Realization (Part I)

I’m finally growing up; I realize
Real eyes can recognize these real lies
Lies he, in a landscape barren
Bearin’ a false teachin’ he believed in
 
Deceived by these elders, he felt like the bait
Bate the result as they betray the whole class of oh-eight
Ate the lessons; trusted; left awed
Odd how you long to go back, sidestep the façade

Fraud; caused his mind to alter
Altar of this education abandoned; falter

Faltered, for as he appraised
Praised then, all of the knowledge he gained
...

(To be continued)

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Streetlight

Look in the rear view, now I've gotta clear view
Most beautiful landscape I've ever seen
and I've seen 'em around the world baby girl, better believe
No feeling like having you next to me.
I mean it respectfully; I hate the distance
When i'm on the road and you're not there-
I won't admit it; too often caught up in my pride-
but without you it just ain't the same ride.

There's something to be said when a man misses a woman
pushing the pain aside in stride like it's nothing
But something happens when that song comes on
and I hold you in my arms but I know that you're gone
Drawn to memories when we were one
soul; two-halves bound into a whole
being, united in a similar state of dreaming
You are me, I am you, baby feel what I'm feeling

I miss you, won't ever forget you
Every time is like the first time I met you
Truth be told, this never gets old
You are the one girl that i'll ever wanna hold
and mold into a goddess, now you're holy enough to control me
Only you can show me the light from a shadow so lonely
You know me. and I'm proud to say
This is one thing that I will never betray
 
Look in the rear view, now I've gotta clear view
Most beautiful landscape I've ever seen.
and I've seen 'em around the world baby girl, better believe
No feeling like having you next to me.
I mean it respectfully; I hate the distance
When i'm on the road and you're not there-
I won't admit it; too often caught up in my pride-
but without you it just ain't the same ride.
 
There's something to be said when a man misses a woman
Pushing the pain aside in stride like it's nothing
But something happens when that song comes on
and I hold you in my arms but I know that you're gone
I ride along until the night meets the dawn
and you're the streetlight that leads me beyond
In wonder, I'm still under your spell
Keep driving, but I'll never say farewell

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Hourglass

[A tribute I wrote/rapped after I graduated high school]

i took a bittersweet look into the past
flipping it and watching each grain fall back down that hourglass
wish this hour could last, but what's a little sand?
just a piece of dust falling through the cracks in my hand
 
but matrimony bonds memories with eternity
and the passion i had for my comrades still burns in me
but it's my turn to fade out, like the first tags i put up on walls
bearing witness to styles getting played out
 
i spent three years in this one spot just to be forgot?
along with chemistry study sheets, just shut and locked
in that box that was like a home away from home
where an apparent wealth of knowledge was bound to be grown...
 
with closed eyes, lids like mirrors envision my soul, my mind
so divine was each one of you that walked into my life
i got love for you even if we might
not talk anymore, you inspired me to explore
 
so i guess this one's for you
cuz i met a lot of false characters, but y'all stayed true
and that's more than a guy could ask for, honestly
respect given from me only comes modestly
 
because respectable people are somewhat of a novelty
in this life, travelling throught it like the odyssey
i'm just a nomad with a notepad, a quote "grad"
an alum from some fantasty in the midst of an era so sad 
 
but to friends who still have dreams, quench your thirst to succeed
never let laymen corrupt that seed 
let it blossom with the efforvescence
i know it takes effort but isnt that the essence?
 
gotta give blessings to brothers who imparted the wisdom
and found the courage to release the truth from within them
i cherish your thoughts, and with them i'm never lost
keep your words locked and that's something i'll never cross

if this sounds pretentious, i'm sorry dude
but i was told that a faithful heart makes wishes come true
so i feel a last little push from me couldn't hurt
here you go my friends, and i truly hope it works

until we meet again, it's really been a blast
always remember the times we had, hourglass.

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Blueprint (Freewrite)

From knee high they told me to be patient, wait it out
Build foundation, straighten out, 
never rush creation.
"You gotta stay strong through the drought,
because rain'll come one day and that seed'll sprout"

But i didn't know what the seed was
All i could see was a dream, ‘cuz
at the age of ABC’s
a dream is something to actually be achieved.

and then i became a teen
and the scene became a thing
where chronic cynicism wrings hope out of wishers
like rags of dishwater into soapy mixtures 

so excuse me mister,
could you verify what it is that you advise?
do i rise to the skies or simply follow the traced lines?

'cuz i'm sick of beaten paths, littered with half-empty cups
that can glitter with a slight trace of still "giving a ..."
and those shards of luck stuck in the earth
unsure, whether it's worth it to pluck out of the filthy dirt

i'd rather lift above the ground,
above the crowds of clowns and towns,
to where so many vowed:
the clouds.

how's that sound?
god doesn't need to tell you when you're allowed

Those man-made gates were built out of hate
Lands manipulated, turned narrow and straight
because there's a simple key to reaching your heaven, see?
love.
respect.
integrity.

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Time, Pt. 1

the countdown is captured in a locket.
a constant reminder: "you're running out"
whispered from my pocket.
i never watched the sun exchange glances with the moon,
relied on numbers for that so i wouldn't be late for you.
but right now, i observe dark return to blue, 
silver fades to gold
a sliver in the sky forms a circle whole.
it's just a warm reminder
until daylight retreats and a glimpse of the moon makes me ask 
what's behind her

i'll find her answer some day;
and at some moment
my untimely ignorance begins atonement.
unvoluntarily enter a zone of aloneness, stagnant.
a meditation in which i mediate with myself, balance.

yin, yang, never one for valence pieces of puzzles
so i muzzle my thoughts and struggle like previous peoples lost
in time,
when care's tossed like a dime into a pool of wishes... wants... needs

there's no purpose, go on, check the watch, continue workin

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Summer Break Complacency

I’ve been faking

but complacency’s fading latency is blatantly shaking me.
These cold cascading seconds trickle off the clock that faces me.
its hands strangle me, choke me and break me,
while rhythmic ticks and tocks sedate me.
It’s the reason that I ask you to wake me
before I forsake these dreams.
The gleam in my eyes
is turning into a glaze, it seems…

These chains bind me to stagnancy,
and when I attempt to break the shackles
they rattle and laugh at me
It’s a disaster, this self-induced mastery -
A slave to a state of being just breathing…

    Just breathing.

And it’s a seething existence without persistence;
when listless wishing keeps us from going the distance.
So if you miss it or are met with resistance,
simply call for assistance.

We all need some reliance -
                        That’s the science.

So maybe a good friend holds the key to free me.
to see me through the debris of a shattering defeat.

          Nothing will beat me
Nothing will keep these feet from advancing fleetly
allowing me to do more than just coast by
like a ghost, non-descendent of the Most-High

            Please wake me before I forsake these dreams.
            This gleam in my eyes is turning into a glaze, it seems.
But I’ll break from these seams and hope for a better day,
because when I turn the corner, I know I’ll find another way.

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Stars

Written to:
Letter from Yokosuka by Nujabes (R.I.P.)

chord strikes in the middle of the night, lift me to stars falling
cuz no matter how close, i'm still far from calling
constellations from hibernation, i'm impatient
so i hasten to my destination
but you cant rush perfection as they say
and i learned that from my pop's lessons back in the day
he said "mayday was an excuse for you to drop;
but in the hay day, we all played to reach the top"
i can't stop, and won't with an audience behind me
like the Wise exclaim, "among common men you'll find me"
so if you want your wish, quit looking to stars
plant your feet, your dream is where you are

if you want your wish, quit looking to stars
plant your feet, your dream is where you are

teachers said reach for the zenith, but not seeing
what's in front of me is an image i couldn't sleep with
i guess i'd just miss it
i wanna capture the breath of existence no matter the distance
to see dreams cascade blue among the streams
through crystal clear currents that lead you to me
and a reflection in the pool says, "just be"
and an untamed landscape says, "trust me"
and we scan in awe, saying "it must be"
and we search as one, saying "above me."

why do i try to fight the spirit in me
high lights like stars live atop this city
why do i try to fight the feelings in me
high lights like stars live atop this city

and a reflection in the pool says, "just be"
and an untamed landscape says, "trust me"
and we scan in awe, saying "it must be"
and we search as one, saying "i love thee."

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Endless

I often try to analyze the times
Trials and tribulations got me pacin',
trying to figure out my destination.
Can i raise the monument before i face decimation?
 
I'm sweatin', waitin', can't figure out what I'm doin'
Pursuin' an education, won't let this vessel be ruined
Kind of funny how i pay to play a game called success
and in the process hope that i will rise above the rest
Like i gotta win, but man, it feels like a sin
Everything i was given diggin' deep beneath the skin and
I wonder what it all felt like in the beginning
Supression; mind state and i'm descendin'
 
I often try to analyze the times
Trials and trubulations, look at what i'm facin'
Keep moving; i'm scared to pause, behind me is Satan
Dreams move quickly, that's why i'm racing
Running so hard that Reality is chasing
Behind me; there is no fate ahead of me, there is no enemy
There is no anything endlessly,
There is only me, my pen, my world, my girl and a melody
There are no hands on my clock to strangle freedom
There is no caged bird in this mind because i freed him
So when i rhyme, penstrokes paint Eden
Invoke a spirit and beam the suns rays of healin'
 
But the cruelty of scrutiny drives me to lunacy
Can't find a strategy
Gripping and clawing, trying to maintain sanity
A thousand arms in every direction grabbin' me
If I define my own lines, everyone's suddenly mad at me
This is not creativity, they call it heresy
Dang, I guess i need more clarity
I could give you this, I could give you that
I give my soul expressed through wisdom in the form of rap
  
Dreams move quickly, that's why I'm racin'
Running so hard that Reality is chasin'
There is no fate ahead of me, there is no enemy
The future is so heavenly, I've found my destiny,
Flow against the river of time; give me life
I give you a sliver of mine every time i write
Cradle the crescent, conceive the adolescent
Past and future coalesce, and I form the present