Bones thrown, rolling chants
Surreal melodies
Translating the words from the drum
Victorious voltron
Born to die, alive to revolt
Full of parallel voices
Struck by the insurgent vibe
Silk devices
Lasting screech
Revamped echo
Psychedelic retreat
Stimulating templates of return
The ground to meditate
Depriving the urge to sulk
Unfightwitable
Tag Archives: poetry
the world is yours, said scar
Coated choice
They try to limit one
But two is never one
Hymn the rhymes
The sky I saw
Haunting and liberating
I remember my birth
Before the placenta
The world was already living
We talked
Ambience writing
Then I needed not scribble
I dream not
I saw the crown of stars
Neither in night, or in slap
In life
Before the soul was locked
I flew
I saw all that was
I moved
Voided hate
Blank despise
Born in the midst of time
A new element, I wrote
The world is here
Though the mind seeks freedom
For now, I will live
Till the morning after
The word was flesh
and the man in red listened
Erased Escape
Insane goes the mind
The street at night
Blue ink writes
Below the lottery stares
Above my lucky pen tears
Crossed
A part I could not paint
Empty sheets
Slow morning
Low attendance
Nissan stops
Around the move
Lady mischief
Chewing belief
Nemesis awaits
Coffee delight
Breaking away
Where I land, is where I am
Thinking Bells
Singing Locks
Reminiscent of past glory
Music of late granulates meaning
Forming the loudness present
Contemporary times
Rock bottom in taste
A world in party
Looking not ahead
The lullabies rings
Trouble overflows
So, the wand casts a spell
Hoping we all forget
The meaning granulated
Wrong or right
Pick a muse and live on.
World of Assata
Walk with her
Still on-apprehensive
Proud morning
Soft trend
Gentle stamp
Fierce grab
Sniff
Cold lips
Thinking broadly
Telling thickly sound
Heart of notes
Rain of dew
Redeeming reflections
The road of open roses
Yes,
Another morning spaced with Assata
Living Times
Creating your own space
The access to stored memories
A market is still a market at night
The add on flows
Washing past your eyes
The money makers sing
While you put a thousand plus
They make a thousand more
Ironic, in the sense that
The joint is there for the union
What you want, you go finding
Money or Acceptance
Balanced maybe
So I will go with the other
To survive
My gift will be both
Prophetic, yet
Just an ordinary vision lasting longer than most
Thrill Motion
Like candid lust
She was shift
Baby was shift
I mean swift
Swift with the way her eyes wiggled
Like kiss
Big full taste
The after-life warmth
Spin for me, girl
Again lost, we are
Tokyo gone
Found in each other
Money, Money, Money
The snow on road
Sun above
A little synth
The shifts we work
Another letter of bill
The strong aura of crisp rises
The long taste for strings
Plays of the people from Lazarus
Hands thrown higher
A fortune of coupe drives forth
Tempting horns
Bleating sheep
Howling three words
Penny-wise, a dim-wit move
Wise spending again
A voluptuous laughter
Crying pain, mocking sound
A little sugar, please
Act VIII: Intentions
The markings shine bright in the crowd
An x, a treasure
The gate to fulfilment
A reason to grasp
So right the sign went
High to the ground
Rising above all
A life to lead
The price to live
a speculative collection
Spaces untouched
The delicacy of many
Within sight of beautiful faces
Deep inside
They shine
Precise with time
Your ways will never go wrong
The plain ground you built will stand
Gorgeous people, I see
A strong hold
A battalion of great descendants
Amassed with strength
With pen or in soul
The ruin of sadness as they go
Letting love flow as they pace their struggle
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