...this natural mystic.

Things are not the way they used to be now.
Facing reality is so gosh darn hard though ain't it.
Telling lies is just so easy, so safe...
maybe just too easy, too safe.
Blowing through the air,
blowing into my ear
are the trumpets...with their resounding truth.
Trying to listen carefully...
I hear it.
I feel it.
...this natural mystic
as it engulfs and moves the zombies
the lost souls - the people - my people
...it intensifies
there's no asking why
you must face reality
you must search out the answers
careful now
...this natural mystic
causes many to suffer,
some to die.

Heavily inspired by Natural Mystic -- Bob Marley... another song I was really feeling hard for some reason.

Sweetest Thing -- Mahogany Mix

Let me be patient let me be kind
Make me unselfish without being blind
Though I may suffer I'll envy it not
And endure what comes
Cause he's all that I got
and tell him...
Tell him I need him
Tell him I love him
And it'll be alright
Tell him
be alright
be alright
Now I may have faith to make mountains fall
But if I lack love then I am nothing at all
I can give away everything I possess
But am without love then I have no happiness
I know I'm imperfect and not without sin
But now that I'm older all childish things end
and tell him...
Tell him I need him
Tell him I love him
And it'll be alright
Tell him
be alright
be alright
I'll never be jealous
And I won't be too proud
Cause love is not boastful
and love is not loud
Tell him I need him
Tell him I love him
Everything is gonna be alright...
Now I may have wisdom and knowledge on Earth
But if I speak wrong then what is it worth?
See what we now know is nothing compared
to the love that was shown when our lives were spared
and tell him...
Tell him I need him
Tell him I love him
And it'll be alright
Tell him
be alright
be alright
Tell him
be alright
be alright
It'll be alright.

LYRICS CONFISCATED FROM --LAURYN HILL--

I don't know I was just vibing off this song real hard tonight/this early ass morning - I really don't know why...

The Finish

At the end of the day...
while my heart still pulsates-averaging a million beats a minute and each brain cell within my ample dome races to a finish line an infinte mile a way...my body collapses into itself while outside of itself my spirit dashes toward beautiful sunsets, a painting of 1001 colors created from three, a semi-erotic kiss on the forehead, winning first in a race at the last millisecond, an unexpected inundating climax...the concept of heaven.

*roaming*

Nonchalant
in my lazy-ass-nigger swagger
I roam
this god damned earth
searching for answers.
Why?
Dammit...I don't know.
Honestly,
I don't care
minutely, oblivious to the questions life proposes and imposes
I stray.
Unfinished projects supercede the goals I have attained
Why?
My attention span for detail supercedes how much I give a damn...
Damn...this a lazy nigga ain't it?
No...at least I don't think I am.
Okay
Maybe I'm lost.
Maybe I'm looking for you to carry me to the end.
Okay...maybe I'm too heavy and too annoying for that,
at least point me in the right direction...please pretty please.
Okay, I got it...maybe...just maybe...we can navigate this fucked up world together.

"Girl, he does it because he loves me." ...gosh darnit I honestly believe you!!?!

So you think you're a good man because...
"I would never hit a woman."
Yeah...ok.
I believe you,
I truly and honestly do.
But...my platonic bruh-tha...
in no do I condone the violence to my sistahs...
But...my never-gonna-get-any man...
the difference between SOME non violent men and their counterparts eeeeeeee-is,
that these confuzzled/violent men, are so because their actions are driven by emotion;
feelings...feelings for their women, girlfriends, wives--whomever.
SOME of YOU -- self designated "good guys" don't have any honest feelings for your significant other.
YOU would not call her just because you were thinking about her...and that pretty smile.
YOU would not kiss her on her cheek when she was down or better yet PMS-ing, rather then leaving her alone.
YOU would not just talk with her -- minus an agenda or a mission or a goal.
These silly little things YOU would not do because you - probably not just want to do her and call it a day...
There's just nothing driving you to her--at least nothing of true substance...
emotional substance.
So instead you drift...
on things of a physical nature.
Yes tangible goods are always nice.
But...they're much more sweeter when there's magic...
that fairy tale type shit...no, much more than that.
And in no way do you have to love this person or be in love - love is just a concept.
There has to be a feeling, so intense that its both,
an ethereal and carnal thing...
kind of like when a guy-or yes, a woman abuses the one they supposedly care for.
This was a shitty ass analogy isn't it!!?!

Arguement from Design

Perfectly
stunning
as she glides
through the crowds
the huddled masses
of admirers.
she smiles - they melt
she moves - their eyes automaticallyinstinctually follow
she talks - they listen
hoping to over-hear
ready to over-exaggerate
hesitant to over-do
well prepared to over-extend
and unconsciously over-analyze
all she says
to use it against her...
never...
to make her out to be more than she is
to make you believe she is more than your common misguided soul
but is this entity
this perfect being...
while being perfect is an after thought
no...
a nuisance for her
because she knows many things
one - so perfectly being -
that she thrives in/because of/with her imperfections in this perfectly imperfect world.

...and i just wanna be.

like the nile
cruisin upstream
from the south to the north
opposing the gravity imposed on my spirit
i fly
high
i soar
over the valley
and swiftly
through the woods
free
turning every stone
shifting each leaf on every tree
hollering to the mountains
as it consistently roars back
echoing my call
of the wild
to the wild
i can be wild
i can be one with mother nature
in all its duality
while wild and free
entrapped by this shy girl's soul.

Superheroes*

Stay awhile sweet September

December is a dream

November's just an after thought

my mind mutes it's thoughts for you

Stay awhile sweet September

Goodbye February

January's so long gone

I'll no longer wait for you

Stay awhile sweet September

April never blooms

while March keeps marching on

following my love for you

Stay awhile sweet September

Cause only dusty June

comes shadowing the moons of May

while clouding my heart for you

Stay awhile sweet September

August idles by

and July's just never cool

yet I've never melt for you

Stay awhile sweet September

October's very nice

but nothing like you

sweet September

stop on by

stay awhile

I will surely stay for you.

*First line inspired by my misinterpretation of the song Superheroes by Esthero...

Escaping the Deep Inset

Frowning
as I drift off course
of course
Forcefully
I return to my constant
my consistent state of well being
for the moment
of course
Forgiving
my string of mistakes
I miss my mark
once again
of course
Foolishly
I fight against the struggle
my struggle
I fight with myself
for a minute...an hour
ok--an eternity
of course
as I continue to drift off course
Frowning...I take things too seriously sometimes.

...truth is beauty.

calm
and
glassy
in my clever deception
i wait
invisible beads of undivisible anticipation huddle above my hairline
as hesitant to move as i am
they wait
we wait
to strike?
to be strikened!!?!(i hope that's a word-i tend to show my illiterateness sometimes...)
nah
to find truth
a hunt i reluctantly accept
due to the ugliness of it
but
what i guess i failed to realize
truth's freedom
it's beauty
it's solace
and that
from it's solace arises a beautiful freedom
easily obtained?
nah...hardly.
but there's something divine in the fight
and real in the battle
and salty in your sweat
...so much so that the quest for truth is honest and honorable in itself.

(DAMN THIS IS NOT WHERE I WANTED THIS ONE TO GO BUT I DRIFT SO WHAT...and where the hell did i get the word "quest" from???)