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Old 06-07-2018, 05:42 PM   #1
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"make me a bird." (2011)


Some unfinished shit I threw together for a verse...



Sometimes I walk the earth and the thought occurs,
things aren't all they were,
and I'll invert,
being thoughtful is an awful curse,
the author works,
callings, and talk in verse,
...with a fear of falling and my metacarpals building walls of words,
I songsing for the killing of mockingbirds,
the wrongdealings of god fearing philosophers,
and all we've learned,
a common cure for the odd feeling of dodging the worst,
and longing for the small things,
that were already yours,
how far will we search?
What started as a casual stroll grew beyond,
they told me move on,
I've walking tabacco road for too long,
a half a whole with a blackened soul like DuBois,
raps being wrote to a backbeat of old Nat King Cole and Lou Rawls,
I'm torn between war and peace and more important things,
I still can't see the forrest for the trees,
or the door to leave,
I'm short on sleep,
or at least, the more it seems,
I lean forward towards the dream of normalcy,
I'm forfeiting my former being,
(Miles in Wonderland)
one man band, I'm a thinkbox,
warclad with a thorax and no evenings off,
trying to understand the format of Rorshach ink blots,
to see God in the short scratches of Pete Rock...
a three-feet-long cord attached to deep thoughts,
horns, hats, and a beatdrop,
I swore I'd be back from the beanstalk
to beat the odds in the fourth act,
so this is for all the doormats, sleepercars,
torn maps,
poor dads and short staffed single moms who reach for stars with bleeding hearts...
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Old 06-07-2018, 05:44 PM   #2
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"children of the sun." (2011)


I still smile at the moon like I know her,
and at best I write lines in the interest of hope,
a lifetime of distance trying to implement growth,
with her scent and silhouette on the right side of my mind and temporal lobe,
she reanimates nightly for a rare performance,
and I can't help but stare towards it,
in a Freudian attempt,
to have been aware of what's withheld and dormant,
and the importance of our consortium that exists in its' frail self-absorbance,
It's the echoes of soft keys and heart strings,
talk teamed with thoughts to think,
hard drinks, conscious streams and the loss of sleep,
while the constant talking of non-beliefs,
makes me feel as if I've taught the walls to speak,
so Im writing this down for the silence I've found,
that prior to now I was without,
relying on self, eyeing the clouds,
with only time and the science of sound,
wondering if she'll ever try to come down or if I should rise to her ground....

Once this feeling has you numb,
And you've all been consumed,
It's the children of the sun writing songs for the moon.
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Old 06-07-2018, 05:49 PM   #3
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"closing verse on a track called full circle." (2011)

forbidden law,
I wear my heart on my sleeve,
and started carving beliefs,
written on city walls, sitting tall,
it revolves, around karma and grief,
cartas and creeds,
the apple didn't fall, it evolved as a part of the tree,
the cruel lies of the self-servient kid with the wolf cries,
burning bridges in full stride,
the wool from my eyes fuels fires,
'cause it beats the alternative of an earnest living,
and bullseyes the person giving the tickets to the mule ride,
observant wordsmith, turning into a wall fly,
...a cool surfaced person with an uncertain fault line,
Life's a spectator sport of the greatest sort,
and everybody has their day in court to take the torch,
i'ts vacant warmth,
and a hand that fate can force,
play the shorts like Beethoven's 4th,
or make great haste with a blatant retort,
it's not as if the span of death is lengthening circumference,
and since I can't invest equally in justice,
I manifest decency among us,
by deviating from the need to be redundant,
speaking with some substance, and using reasoning to uplift
Upstarts,
hard luck and trump cards,
cut scars,
awestruck in the doldrums,
solemn, in an uproar
opportunity doesn't always knock on the front door,
so I'm up with oddjobs, a tall cup of godtalk,
and a sudden urge to lunge forth,
anomalies, avant garde of what once was...

beat fades out, which is why ending seems abrupt.
just wrote it.
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Old 06-07-2018, 05:50 PM   #4
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"The Long Distance Runner" (2011)

I write with the loneliness of the long distance runner,
It's the wish to publish extensive sentence numbers to the general public
as the god given pensive hunger men encompass,
this drink in hand and songset,
offset the deepening sinking sand and this thinking mans' complex.
I feel as if the fire escapes are closed off,
so I boast atop a vinyl crate for a soapbox,
It's dire straights and higher stakes at a low cost,
snowballs, tidal waves, aspiring greats, close-calls,
buried alive with my mistakes and my own thoughts
I chose to walk the path yielding most resistance,
in these times of glass ceilings and broken bridges,
I've grown to live with bad feelings of past dealings and social distance,
facsimilies and those to which I hold a kinship,
and I'm old enough to know the difference
In a game of who's breath is held the longest,
selfish monsters sell for sponsors,
propelling a Helen Keller conscience,
as the teleprompters tell responses,
peddling their compelling promise,
I'm not as well accomplished,
but, hell, I've never felt this honest
Modern fisherman,
hearts and artificial limbs,
starts and abysmal ends of false images,
A staunch, intimate, cognitive response,
faults, and a daunted penmanship,
this is for the idiot savants, and suspended men haunted by innocence.

I know the shape of the wind,
and I caught the one that got away,
it involved an odd, broad, array,
of thoughts of clay,
waterscapes,
gods to paint,
forgotten names,
awful tastes,
lost reclaimed,
and volumes of grey areas that often oscilate,
since I feel they stole heaven from us,
I'm beholding the seven summits,
and there's nowhere to go,
so I'm heading upwards.
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"Rise and fall" (2007)

When the holy trinity raps elitists spit,
divinity laughs at geniuses,
The cynic brings wraith, with symmetry graphed, and infinity at his fingertips.
Motives vary,
Knowing the despairity of paradise lost,
time stopped,
And I found myself trapped between a moment of clarity and divine thought.
So speakeasy, silence is golden
The elite teachings of dream-reading have me sleeping while both my eyelids are open.
Author of colossal epics, and god awful skeptic,
Using lost perspectives of Aristotle's ethics
and an intolerable arsenal of john the Apostle's gospels and metacarpal methods.
Cynical pessimist, analytical perfectionist
When the moment's pivotal,
belittled by exodus,
What miniscule little is left of the hypocritical biblical testament
will be riddled with spiritual deficit,
and I will stand as the pinnacle symbol of excellence,
Mechanical man, quoting Immanuel Kant,
The knowing will walk lowly amongst the holy man as only animals can.
The grail I covet, he himself who felt compelled to plummet
To perpetual flames, by his own scales of judgement,
'Til the horse that's pale had cometh, with death at its reigns,
And the angel of hell was summoned by his ineffable name to prevail the 12 with trumpets.
And on this day is born an ageless storm,
Bring brethren against me,
And every drop of rain that pours will be an angel of the lord, in shapeless form,
waging war until heaven is emptied
And what you thought will remain no more as forever is ending

S.

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"stand for something or fall for anything" (2006)

(1 verse of 3) ill post audio shortly....

shallow as a breaths expanse is the perplex depth of man
we were presented in his image,
told to accept his plans and left for damned,
at second glance, i suspect a scam
a deceptive sham
just to control and curb us, for the soul purpose of reprimand
there's no overseer,
destiny's known to veer, and prone to control your fears,
so what happens when everything you're holding dear and have known appear as so sincere get exposed as smoke and mirrors?
i ask now, cause the moment's near
uphold the pledge and pose a threat,
or fold for dead with no regrets,
i know the ledge, behold the depths,
still find myself jumping to conclusions over edge
just to hold the thread of the smallest shred of my soul thats left
to ensure that composure's kept
its said resistance is futile, but existence is brutal
and i cant be content with a life spent playing the fence as if neutral
its either be revered here as a leader of peers and a legend found on level ground,
or heavenbound for your peers to forget about

(coro)
face your fears, identify with yourself,
you speak of revolution, what better place than here what better time than now...
face your fears, identify with yourself,
you're seeking retribution, what better place than here as time is winding down...
face your fears, identify with yourself,
you speak to set the movement, what better place than here to make a final bow.....

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"some choice words..." (2005)

Default some choice words....
a word to the wise
when viewed through observant eyes,
a persons life, has a funny way of making the most certain per-plex-minds come to terms-and-find its simply no longer worth the time/
and therein lies the perversed perfect lie,
submerged inside,
ethics of ignorance is innocense, diversified by her design
cus while they still wouldn't divert and prefer to die,
which is worse a crime? the afformentioned,
or having to search the earth to find what you first declined?
im a piece of shit in the deepest sense of the word,
but i dont mince my words
and i didn't relent-or-turn to jesus to free us when a rather indecent sequence of events occured
but since i've learned,
after the pretense of initial time was spent unnerved,
things're seen in cohesive agreement,
but i still dont choose to concede, and refuse to believe it.......or at least that it's deserved
cause twice i climbed the mountain to proclaim king,
time commenced the third,
but i stayed grounded and sipped from wisdoms' fountain and found it to be the same thing
dearly departed or merely disheartened,
times are hard
and alterior theories i've started have confined my thoughts to finding god an uncompromising fraud,
and not in high regards, inside my heart,
so from then till now ill deny my part,
but in the end will vow apologetically and then will bow all-regrettingly for my remarks and all the minds i've marred
so in final thought,
while the sheep amastered comfortably sleep in the pasture,
im seeing past it
because the wolves have moved in to the kitchen and suddenly changed their eating habbits.........
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"verse for unfinished track" (2005)

i wrote this a while back on a watch in the caribbean while i was in the NAV....was supposed to be a concept song about a kid who goes in the milli because he has no choice to better his life, and how it only worsened from there....this was verse 2, never came about to be shit though...never really got any opinions on it here, thought i'd see whattup

and now you're in the eye of the storm, writing your moms, leaving out details like how your man just died in your arms/
watching your tears dry in your palms, tired and worn, and somehow you still gotta rise and perform/ your will to live and your desire are gone, (too many thoughts), and the worst times are always when its quiet and calm/ cold flashes but the climate is warm, asking why was i born, and answering "fuck it man life isnt long"/ constantly toeing the fine line of harm, and your own country's supplying the bombs you gotta try and disarm/ while you're constantly being fired upon, dying is norm, and it goes without saying that there wont be any time for the mourn/ and even while its all a tiresome song, your only option is to try and move on, cause you cant be idle for long....
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"interlude (writers blocked) (2095)

this is just an a capella interlude off my EP, mad dramatic pauses....probably harder to read than the other, but it's more a spoken word joint...so bear with it.


First things first, I’m not trying to present an image
like a fool, I waged war with the lord as an orator,
and in turn he prevented the privilege to stitch a pensive sentence/so like a blind man who can sense indifference, I honed my senses different, intermittent, and I find home in what most know as a senseless interest/but with each at hand concept, my speech expands context, so delve into the realm of the thinking mans complex/Where solecism speaks volumes…close quotes/
and the knowledgeable seek solace in the concept that hope floats/…where only the bluest of known-notes bide their time,
and by design, poems wrote I hold close, only to look god in his own eyes with mine/ its insight from the outside looking in, minus questioning why, we’re destined to die….
so now I turn my face in all accords towards a desolate sky…
but if wishes were horses even beggars would ride in
effortless strides/so now I speak in spoken word to my former self sparingly…and mostly in attempts to narrative-ly bend clarity, with familiarity varying/cause I’m too complex to be thoughtful…
im still in it for the love but being a hungry hip hop junkies
becoming cost-full to my intercostals, and I’m only privy to what the poorest afford, by mortal accords,
so I trademark entertained thoughts with one foot in the graveyard to incorporate remorse/
not sleeping brought the start of the end of dreams,
so I took a seat next to john the angel to look upon the angles,
in-seams and in between/ and on the day we spoke, we made an oath, although there’s 2 sides and it often seems I play
them both, remember out of the wishers well of forgotten dreams came my growth/
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"a long story short" (2005)

a quick verse off a track being done with 2 other local cats.
called "a long story short"....my verse is 2nd, feedback is appreciated....

i was once told by an indepth professor, that success is measured, seeing who can best the lesser when in times of stress and pressure/
and while it was a precious gesture,
in times of seriousness and desperate measures i've found experience brings a fresher lecture/
cause i was one of the few that used to love her,
but through the number of years and peers reduced to slumber, somehow you lose the hunger/ and choose discomfort, but once the truths discovered, these are brutal blunt words, but things'll never be viewed as they once were/
but as change is constant,
i rearranged the concept, that pain is god-sent, but with a tainted conscience, eventually became a monster/
reordained the patron saint of lost words, and jaded songbird, who remains to walk earth in aims to reattain his posture/
but for one to reach, something deep, coupled with beats, from buried underneath the blanketing subtleties simply just doesn't come with ease/
and it's trou-bl-ing,
the way the world changed from under my feet to the point where i can no longer describe what lies in front of me.....

coro:

nowadays, when inspiration-hits i seldom know what to make of it, so i just make a long story short...
and back when i had a lot more to say, but now its hard to formulate, so ill just make a long story short...
cause throughout the pain that i've endured it makes me wonder why im writing for, just to make a long story short...
cause once the purpose is gone it seems difficult to put the words in a song, im forced to make a long story short....

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"make me a bird" (2011)

Some unfinished shit I threw together for a verse...



Sometimes I walk the earth and the thought occurs,
things aren't all they were,
and I'll invert,
being thoughtful is an awful curse,
the author works,
callings, and talk in verse,
...with a fear of falling and my metacarpals building walls of words,
I songsing for the killing of mockingbirds,
the wrongdealings of god fearing philosophers,
and all we've learned,
a common cure for the odd feeling of dodging the worst,
and longing for the small things,
that were already yours,
how far will we search?
What started as a casual stroll grew beyond,
they told me move on,
I've walking tabacco road for too long,
a half a whole with a blackened soul like DuBois,
raps being wrote to a backbeat of old Nat King Cole and Lou Rawls,
I'm torn between war and peace and more important things,
I still can't see the forrest for the trees,
or the door to leave,
I'm short on sleep,
or at least, the more it seems,
I lean forward towards the dream of normalcy,
I'm forfeiting my former being,
(Miles in Wonderland)
one man band, I'm a thinkbox,
warclad with a thorax and no evenings off,
trying to understand the format of Rorshach ink blots,
to see God in the short scratches of Pete Rock...
a three-feet-long cord attached to deep thoughts,
horns, hats, and a beatdrop,
I swore I'd be back from the beanstalk
to beat the odds in the fourth act,
so this is for all the doormats, sleepercars,
torn maps,
poor dads and short staffed single moms who reach for stars with bleeding hearts...
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