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Time

Now is the time to stop for those,
Yes all...
Who like me instantaneously
Know of bad times,
Bought faith in worship(s)...
Who all used to worry about the future!?!
To now dance,
Oppose,
Fantasize, 
And dance!
Writers in ink,
Keep writing...
Drummers of sound,
Drum on...
Singers of song,
(Keep) On with your singing.
Dancer(s)...
Dance on.
                                                       A/o (ARI)

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You Gotta Believe Me

You gotta believe,/ I aint' done nothin' wrong./ You accuse me of stealin'/ Cuz I'm Black & I'm strong./ You go out your way,/ To throw me into a gate./ Then,/ You got guts to tell me.../ "Better not look your way"!/ If I were a White man,/ I'd be home, layin' asleep./ But, I'm not a White man.../ So you're shepard,/ I'm sheep./ You cane me with billy-club/ & say I fought back./ Then you throw me in jail,/ & say,/ "Sit back & relax."/ The phone on the wall says,/ "NO (F@%K'N) BLACKS USE THE PHONE!!!"/ So you gotta believe me.../ I aint' done nothin' wrong.

               - Arias (Ari / R.E.) Martin

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Definition

I am a warring spirit/
A fire looking for something it has lost./
I won't beg you for there is a reason.../
Reasons why things burn down the way they burn on so long./
Fade away from here.../
Desecrate my model fear./
Burning in my desire is, a thought sculpted crystal clear./

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My World In 8

My world in eight...
Has got the beast in a hold and he just can't wait.
Release me on the world so I can do what it takes.
Who cares if it hurts long as it paves out the way.
You see with your eyes but you're blind in your faith.
Forget what you've found and all acquired fine taste.
You're led by the blind and all the tail that you chase;
In secret you all live falsely, like the tales that you chase
While televisions tell-a-vision of a reality chased.
Television tell the people, how their minds you've erased...
Of how the past has been forgotten, and all that's love's been debased. 
On the brink of a neural meltdown; my own personal Kuwait...
My thoughts are cloudy like an old televisions picture display.

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Naught But a Dream I Once Dreamt

I dreamt a dream of a woman./
(And) I saw things upon which I had no belief./
Was this some fiery goddess or an angel sent down to me?/
    And so I fathomed.../
By myself, what her and I did til the day that we touched./
    And so seeing you, I wondered.../
Where do you come from???/
And if so.../
Where have we met???/
Maybe some purgatory or some past life seen./
    No matter where that may be,/
That's neither here nor there./
What matters here and now, is.../
Where again can we meet./
    You're a wildfire in essence/
Traversing a sea;/
The cause and effect of the ripples that are the construct of my dreams./
     If these dreams had a face.../
Then yours I would see./
     If these dreams had a thought.../
Then you is what they'd think./
    I can try to hide the fact, that I'm more or less inveigled by you./
Nevertheless.../
I'm sure you've seen through that mask./
You've seen that I can't take my eyes off of you./
        Some things just can't be helped.../
Like how these thoughts leap forth from my brain,/
Repelling their way down.../
Way down through the fine channel of this ink-pen's dark vein.
    Same can be said of your beauty.../
It's so hypnotic, (It's) like my kryptonite./
I can't help to succumb to it./
   All the balls in the world, and this bad ass attitude,/
Can never hide the fact, that I can't stop thinking about you./

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Thought

Lights off and it's cold as the old Fox.../
Those white walls and a door feel quite alot like Fort Knox. /
I got a window the height of my hand to look out/
And if someone notices, it does (them) No good the urge to shout./
All my days add up to a landfill of waste./
A low budget constructed symphony of my life in the make./
My direction is changing, slowly to nowhere;/ 
Forward I crawl at a ready-made pace./
Forget suits, I'm drobed up and dressed in blue.../
And for the time being, nothing's (else) improved./
Except for faith, that's my escape.../ 
My spirit-man's getting stronger/
(He's) about to break (shit)./
No longer do I feel like I am a goner,/
Feel like I'll make it./
Feel like the words in my heart come from the heart of him./
And by him, I do mean God/
Indeed I am a part of him./
So may I sleep cool, peaceful & calmly/ 
While the Lord places my dreams within an arms reach./
When I was bombed out, had nothing left to give,/
He picked me up and gave me the gift of angels wings./
Now lights on and it's warmer than a summers breeze./
These white walls turn to clouds that come forth endlessly./ 
I got the Windows to my soul that are now opened wide,/
And if you notice me, you'll see that God's love and only the strong survive./