Trap

[Saint]

Absence of Movement f. Trap, i-84

mindwiZe::

trap-
the sky bellowed bright but something seemed off-kilter,
a whispering in my ear, couldn't put together the picture,
it filtered, into my eyes ... look, could i be dreaming ?,
everyone seems at a standstill, and yet im still breathing ...,
mirrored images, of elders and children alike,
statures frozen w/ faces featured in fright,
at first sight, it seemed like a vision occured,
or my vision blurred, this felt all so disturbed,
a child in mid jump, the rope seemed surreal,
but in mid thought, i felt her soul was unreal,
it unraveled ... then i saw an image of her own father,
beating her w/ that same rope, it didn't even bother-,
her that she was playing w/ that same toy of aggression,
took a look into anothers eyes and saw that same progression,
an old man, who'd battled on foreign lands,
but in himself, alzheimers had its own plan,
he could remember fellow soldiers, but not his own daughter,
or the feeling that both their souls were being slaughtered,
i touched her porcilene figure, put a hand on her shoulder,
dear child, standstill times forsee the eye of the beholder.

im sorry dad ... and my own daughter. damn ...


sime-
This world`s an odd puzzle..the solution is all muzzled,
is descention a graceful fall or a fall from grace that`s subtle?
Jaw open...appalled at the applause and the mess i saw,
that`s when i turned the volume down and pressed pause.
Flaws are self promoted, in the rat race they go unnoticed,
But when time stops, and my mind walks and views at slow-mo..
it`s like i take a photo...imperfections are yellin out...
Picture`s worth a thousand words...so i see in stereo.
Eyes been glued since, now sime zooms in...
And views a student formin the start of a revolution...
Later on he`ll write a book, for now he`s overlooked,
Future almost president, leavin the voter`s shook.
A motive looks to die if you don`t capitalize
Which is why i never tend to use capital i`s.
in still time, what i realize is fuckin with my mental...
it`s finally clear to me, that every second`s influential.
i hope to rest in pencils and peace, but until this man leaves,
i`ll learn from lessons like these, and never let my plan cease.


i-84-
i take this time out from life to comment on the past seasons
we all act reasonably decent but there's wack behaviors that are frequent.
like last weekend.... i took a stroll through the mall.
i almost drove through the wall, i didnt know who to call..
i took my glasses off, and experienced life in a different perspective.
misinterpreted directions, missing perfected reflections..
all of a sudden, i seen the handicapped of the world
i seen the folks who suffered stroke, and the downs syndrome girl..
i took some time to accept the disrespected human beings
who have to accept their disabilities and accept being mistreated
it got me heated... and i realized that i take things for granted
i dont appreciate the things i have and i cant understand it...
see, this world's a mix of things. everybody is different
sometimes we overestimate people, and think they're innocent.
or diligent.. but we wont look into their eyes
we cant see past our own selves, let alone hear their cries
or feel their tears coursing down their faces racing to face things
we just sit back and live our life, in our own mother's basement.


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