I feel like a sloth; tired aloft a computer chair
Coffee in one hand; vape in the other
Wishing I had slept in. Winnie the pooh “Oh bother”.
Need another cup of coffer
As I begin to awake; A slight optimism
Maybe today isnt…
No sad; frown upside down.
Just another funky day to runaway
Asking me to come’n’play
Guess I’ll have some fun today.
What is this place? Universal bound infinity
But I am subject to individual vacinity
Our home world is ablaze aflame what a crying shame
This is simply a dying game; it needs a name
A name for the actuality of the fragile system
We are in a cataclysm
Can we please change our ways now
We’re on our way down
Nobody has a voice to say now
The answers are right infront of our faces
But we keep making the same mistakes
What will it take
For the world to awake
I used to be so inspired and wired upon awaking
The world was mine for the taking, no… for creating
Limitless words to fung shui the pages
Cleanse my mind like sages
The daily splatter of thoughts
To simply juggle in rhyme rhythm
In this physical realm a prison
Words shine like when light hits a chrystal prysm
This type of art is
Simply shine upon the darkness
Giving strength to the week
Courage to the meek
Whatever hurdles you jump to reach the peak
No longer cynical
In the now is the pinnacle
There is no try
There is no who, what, where and why.
Theres an emptiness
There is no eye… “I”
There is no me, yours and mine.
What exactly IS devine?
Have empathy and compassion
Only an empty hand can grasp this.
I watch the digi clock flip numbers/ then slumber into wonder
I ride the spinning elyptical to reach pinnacle/ body minimal
Then I… glide pen on page to simply create/ send off; its made
Morning I speak all love to the one in awe/ shes my source
I always focus my breath to retrieve rest, is such/ lifes test
Used to rock mics/ gutter insights ignite
Its the Rythm n rhyme; line by line poetry/ the soul in me
Dreams of home are elsewhere; Nightmares are alive and well here
Mother nature undertaker; Come from caves awaken
To eat the souls of the wanderer; Vision conjoror
Deep dive division; Depth perception sceptic
I see all through the third; Vision looking down like birds
Types that write and strike ya vital nerves; Its all Obsurd
But cats can walk a fine line; so watch me define I
Supernatural signed off as I fly by.
So high I touch the skyline.
Soon the rain comes to wash away dust
Dawn till dusk; tatters the roofs
Clicking and clacking
Seeping and seeking a path
The light reflects in the night; its abstract
The rain in this city is most fitting
To match the tone of poverty and addiction
How many more will I lose
Brothers and sisters forever Im missing
The rain takes my pain and excuse
I spend time sitting and listening
Watching it drip drop off the rooftop
Down my window and into the gutters
I open my shutters for it is fresh like the worlds wounds
Dont worry; Im not in a hurry brother
But Im coming soon.
The new world of mine as like time everchanging
There can be no explanation; explaining is draining
Simplified is best I Left the intricuits obstaining
The new path to walk calm collected stone rock
Time barely has the time to tick tock in the fast lane Im shocked
My venture is obsessive dream states awaking
I was painstakingly awaiting; shaking like earth quaking
Upon arrival its trival trouble trivial Im minimul
Like hip hop subliminals you better love me
I type this ignited sitting comfy.
The Buddhist tibetan prayer flags on the top of mountain in Daocheng, Sichuan Province, Tibet of China.
I dream of the promise land; where peace abides
Mountains streamline across the sky
Prayer flags cross the trails on my path to freedom
I am given help along my jouney
Compassion for all the sentient beings on earth
This is my path and it was always meant for me
Or a heavenly Nirvana
They think Im somethin special But I think Im like everything from the shelf. Im. Just myself nothin else, nothin extraordinary. Nothing noteworthy from my inventory now heres the story. Im just trynna survive mine; Life. Im not a cat I dont got nine Lives. Just chillin n livin’ working on many things and one of them things forgiveness. Ive been beat up and down and I been around the block. Down and up and drinkin till Im drowned my sorrows weigh more than pounds n Im sorry. For anything that went down that hurt anyone along my journey. I try to keep my head up; right now I’m trynna get some bread up cause Im fed up with the sky high prices of simple ass stuff. Like a bed and a place to rest my head; this is crazy I cant even afford to live in a shed. When I wrote this; I simply bled emotions poetical therapy But naw Im not hopeless. Im actually ontop of it; climbing n never droppin it; philosophies im trying to follow it and acknowledging my own accomplishments.