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Technology is matter built to mind our fusions and confessions of relaxation, tie up the man who believe not what you believe, and praises those like you, and pay homage to the one who makes you believe
Name the shame and project it in reason, seasoning the wounds with lies and killing the truth so much that question of dreams are reality of answers, in noise of poverty, earring of gold and riches, touches of slavery and vision of desires.
I sit, in a sited position thought consuming the mind, silence at its dept, and emotion at brinks of uncertainty, call me what you but never call me a reader of this encrypted life, deciphered by the same person who is clueless too.
Some say we create our own fate, some say we born to with a purpose, some say we are in search of a destination that has no map,
Some people are followers like those who live inside the barriers of lawful codes, and some are prisoners to it,
But some are what they are
So i ask again in aged time of seconds gone by,
Are you a creator or computer?
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If a word can bring change to a thought and thought bring change to a word. An argument should tell a story; of why we at war when I speak of loving her.
Let’s start from where loving you where just thoughts, grazed by seeds of lust although I could not force myself to sex you in thought.
Words from the... ‘Know it alls’, affected me not. I found me flowing with clouds like peter pan dressed in green, a symbol of paradise I wish to take you too.
I heard how they talk to you, talk about you.
Everyone wants to hold your ass, your breast and the sweet hearted ones want to hold your hand.
On some Gemieye type as I ask.
Can I hold you mind? (penny for your thoughts)
Let you speak all your thoughts (penny for your thoughts)
Let you speak all you think off (penny for your thoughts)
Let you breathe out your dreams and ambitions into the atmosphere (penny for your thoughts)
like fish to water, like seed to fertile soils, like hair to Solomon, like greatness to Ali, hoops to Jordan, lyrics to 2pac... I swear it will be my pleasure to listen; your paradise told in just an imagined conversation caught under the hypnosis of a love letter that will never be delivered.
Like I said... I just wish she could sees me as her peter pan, dressed in green with dreams of taking her thoughts to paradise, I mean its only miles away if you believe and if I believe.
Dressed in green like a leprechaun and she is that gold under the rainbow I’m chasing.... ‘’irony’’
If a word can change thought, and thought change a word.
It explains why she smiles when I spoke to her heart with this question......
Have you ever been free to be yourself?
Instead of being treated like a trophy.
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He said.....
I am Steve Biko..... With a fist; not pointed to the sky but rather aimed at your faced, you see it in the air, the power of a knockout artist... the revolution will not be televised but felt with senseless missions to bring sense and consciousness as part of your movement.
I am Malcolm X...... fighting the race of time wasted on bullshit and battles soon forgotten.
I am thee most logic writer of this generation; poured wisdom of the past and Knowledge of the future, in a cup..... drank it and it formed an intellectual giant, call all the Davids you know to swing and try rock me down, I will still stand, for I am not Goliath.... I am Big Foot.... the legend seen through mist of fictional reality, as he words leave traces of foot prints seen in books read by.....
I am a creativity genius.
I’m the Charles Dwain of poetry
I’m Shaka Zulu and the pen is my spear
I control life with buttons; putting you on the roller coast of mental thoughts; up and down we will go through thrones, rocky, dangerous, sandy, iced paths; through the valleys of death; if you really want to reach Zion.....
Where intelligences is sound and ignorance is mute, and the voice is truth is seen......
I am the modern Moses; guiding you through the rough and smooth tours of life, all you have to do is read the 10 lettered commandment scripted in my lyrics..... BE YOURSELF
No magic, illusions, propaganda
I am not egotistical, not the best; I’m not the great......
I’m just the man you see when you look in the mirror..... I am the truth... which tells you that you.....
You are weak minded, strength it
You are nothing.... and you will always be nothing, if you never see yourself as something
Etc..... etc....
I am human too, I’m fragile, I bleed, I fell pain, I love, I hurt, I hate, I encourage, I discourage
I am........
He said all this through a glass, in an orange suit.......
He just like you is a prisoner of dreams lost....a prison of social perception....a prisoner of society
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The storm is coming, the wise say.....
I blink in moments of reminiscing the pleasure, but it came with pain.
Choices are never easy if making love wasn’t for the right reasons.
I mean I didn’t love her I just lusted for her; big curvaceous thighs, apple type ass and her luscious breasts, simply cause she portrayed the image of the video vixens.
I swear, my mother taught me be cautious but
Put the vodka in the juice and mix it all up, and you
Get one hell of a night, to remember.
In which make the next day a blessing to wake up hung-over.
I mean I’m young and stupidity is the only definition to explain why we do, what we do as youth.
I could have stayed in doors and studied for my math test on Monday.
But we live with Friday, being the day to chill the ice cube of stress, so I jumped in the car with the fellas, and headed to Tammy’s party.
I was drunk before I got there and I was out of my conscious mind while I was there....
So she was interested in me and I was interested in making another moment to remember.
So I write this letter to you, with deep remorse as I say..
I never loved your mother; and I wasn’t ready to be your father, if time then was now,
I swear I would have never agreed to kill you,
I wish my actions don’t tell a tale of who I am.
Cause I always dreamt to have a child... being there every moment,
When its born, being the arms it cries in, arms which comfort it, be the hand which hold the spoon to feed it, be there when it takes its first steps, clothed it, bath it, experience things like
Taking it to school, making lunch, have conversations, laughs, moments of enlightenments, moments of frustrations, moments of father to child talks, seeing all sporting games, or being at every award show, taking pictures, ice cream moments, walks in the park.
Do all the things with my child that my father never did.
But I’m fatherless plus I was young and stupid.... although that’s no excuse
I’m sorry again for agreeing to your murder.
I’m imprisoned in guilt for life.
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As the world unfolds
You see the evil and you see the good
Where there is bad or worst and where there is better or great
Where there is confusion and where there is understanding
Where there is forgiveness and where there is ever last issues
Where there is happiness and sadness
Where mothers cry and mothers laugh
Where there is rich brothers and brothers who are poor
Where death takes and birth brings life
Where deception and perception
Where you see a man's inception becomes innovation
Where a woman's ambition brings change
Where God is seen through miracles and the devil is seen through deeds
Where a name becomes definition
Where voices of truth are out spoken by lies
Where talent is categorized
Where there are gifts and where there are cures
Where they is me and you
To make a decision...
If you are soft to turn hard
If you are hard to turn soft
Where they is me and you
To make a decision.....
If you are warm hearted to turn cold
If you are cold hearted to turn warm
Where they is me and you
To make a decision
To either be a victim or a victimizer
To bring change or leave thing to remain the same
Where they is me and you
To either see the world a perfect or to see its imperfections
To be realistic or to be stuck in fantasy
Whatever our choice is
The world will still unfold.
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If beauty lays in the eyes of the beholder, can you allow my sight to hold your face a little longer... cause time seems to perish quicker in moments of my appreciation. Sightless definitions of this word are blinded by each smile I spot; with each frown crowned by the beauties of anger, especially how your nose fringes up
DAM YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL
If beauty is defined by the nature of the sun, can I be the sky which holds your shine, clouded by smiles, when I hear the blues of your voice, especially when we caught in heated arguments of topics that lights up smartness, logic, intelligence, causing my hand to scratch mind thinking (like what do I say to that), securing my heart with a key of marvelling sparks; cause man... I have met my match.
DAM YOU BEAUTIFUL
If beauty is defined by a woman’s carves, can I be the driver of the car which explores these hills; drifting my every touch with care.... cause I don’t want to crash. If I do crash then don’t worry; I insured my sit belt is on tight... in a nutshell I’m saying, if my temptatious hands move so slightly to another waist, that’s just to make time pass, because I do know where and who is my real hour shape glass. The sands of your time beach up my water as I sea and say
DAM YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL
If beauty is defined by a walk, can I be the path way in which you leave foot printed traces of your ambiance on, imprinted in me solidly. Some say a girl who talks and walks what she stands for is legit, but I say... it’s the beauty of her walk that tells the stories of her ambitions, dreams, success, learnt lessons, life experiences, visions, and her future. Just for a second imagine how it will feel; just walking and holding hands with you.
DAM YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL
If I could sing, I would James Blunt this track for you constantly, but I rather light up the Refar and blunt up, in order to imagine something as great as or greater than your beauty. Although no matter how high I get my escalation intertwines beauty with your relations
DAM YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL
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He said.....
I am Steve Biko..... With a fist; not pointed to the sky but rather aimed at your faced, you see it in the air, the power of a knockout artist... the revolution will not be televised but felt with senseless missions to bring sense and consciousness as part of your movement.
I am Malcolm X...... fighting the race of time wasted on bullshit and battles soon forgotten.
I am thee most logic writer of this generation; poured wisdom of the past and Knowledge of the future, in a cup..... drank it and it formed an intellectual giant, call all the Davids you know to swing and try rock me down, I will still stand, for I am not Goliath.... I am Big Foot.... the legend seen through mist of fictional reality, as he words leave traces of foot prints seen in books read by.....
I am a creativity genius.
I’m the Charles Dwain of poetry
I’m Shaka Zulu and the pen is my spear
I control life with buttons; putting you on the roller coast of mental thoughts; up and down we will go through thrones, rocky, dangerous, sandy, iced paths; through the valleys of death; if you really want to reach Zion.....
Where intelligences is sound and ignorance is mute, and the voice is truth is seen......
I am the modern Moses; guiding you through the rough and smooth tours of life, all you have to do is read the 10 lettered commandment scripted in my lyrics..... BE YOURSELF
No magic, illusions, propaganda
I am not egotistical, not the best; I’m not the great......
I’m just the man you see when you look in the mirror..... I am the truth... which tells you that you.....
You are weak minded, strength it
You are nothing.... and you will always be nothing, if you never see yourself as something
Etc..... etc....
I am human too, I’m fragile, I bleed, I fell pain, I love, I hurt, I hate, I encourage, I discourage
I am........
He said all this through a glass, in an orange suit.......
He just like you is a prisoner of dreams lost....a prison of social perception....a prisoner of society
Lebron Spirits
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