My son

My son

The stillness of my emotions displays my devotion… the stillness of my ocean showcase the depths of my skies. I’m afraid of the rain…

I’m braver when I run… fall into a runt of a rut; just to end up climbing out of trunk. Ledges & bridges… I burn! So please feel my stillness of hearts…

For they reflect my concerns. Bright as the sun, bright as the new born… back and forth… the carriage, something I truly cherish… a gift that is truly full with abundance… I thank you… for my son!   

 

Wayne

Wayne

Forgetful minded… lost in the trenches of today, overdue the moment… over succeed… triumph and trample, Goliath stance rise as a King, sit as a god.

Misconstrued, misconceived… firing off on all cylinders laying species of seeds… They grow bright…what is in my mind is lowering dim lights… synapses sparking off inaccurately putting me to sleep codeine! Prescription indeed… I pray on my knees, Amen! Lord please…

I play the game that wins me… this rap game wraps me in the blanket of confidence, wraps me with humanities blessings…

Take a notepad and miss-document me, take a mic and misrepresent me… stabbing and mutilating me like the late Ceaser, with hope of death coming out your instruments of greed… that I’m critical decease.

But yet the world knows that I’m here… cautions that I take slows me down for a brake… I slumber then I awake.

Tomorrow is not mine but I reach for here and now… building goldmines out of my mind… Sizzurp, Pimp-C can you see? See these things in my sleep don’t count me out; I’m still in… counting the days to my end.

I have my camp here and we’re wining… Wayne historical figure for your age and momentum…keep this genre for this is a favor, life is a gift and these TMZ reporters are piranhas with fevers…

Earth thank you

Earth thank you

These four walls are cold… my chair, my stool… these painting are cold, these four walls are cold… these floors are cold, these paintings are warm. I live in a place that soaks me…string me up to dry, but yet I use my gift to survive.

Hanging by my kind heat against the wall like a wet cloth… I guarantee you that my stomach is the closed door to your half sandwich… The dishes that weren’t cleaned… the mind that wasn’t even rewind.

I reconstructed and recreated my fireplace… they say it didn’t exist, but just the mere sight of it is keeping my heart warm, my flesh alive, my breath deep and  my senses… you see! What’s keeping me alive is the light in me… so please let me enlighten you.

There are no feet that you cannot achieve, there’s nothing that you cannot gain; contemplate and retained. Rebuild it and brake it down… destroy it! It was never intangible but for everything that came before you was always nothing less but incredible.

Go forth and create the world without the image you thought of or that you brought… but within the fashion in which they thought, but who’s they? It’s you! So I have to thank you for giving birth to me and allowing me to live on your wind and water. Therefore earth I thank you… forever, furthermore.           

Monkey cage

Monkey cage

Breaking light… sunray! Fills my darkness, fill the spaces and elite my mind… Cage down to these four walls, brick walls! I hear the chatter’s, I hear the cling… creating sparks reviving me; a ray of light absorbed me.

Floating ever so gently in midair… her form, her design… WILD!  My wings where plucked… floating to undetermined destination… free as self! The source of great… alone I fall, so gently I sleep.

Once encage monkey beast! Pull out my banana on you… monkey piece! Let these tones float to towers to towers. Hear my tones… piano to guitars… gray clouds… alpha towers. I bathe and bask in these glory moments of cowards…

I sleep in the bed of seas… umbrella holds my seat, bucket floating… I’m falling sinking… my bed is merged and immersed with the sea. Brownwood, I can smell it, you see! Games I play… water lamps, I type my story for the next to hear me.

My home capture moments…photography! Bark as loud as you can… I got trees behind me! Home image, memories captured… smiles for a lifetime, I remember my mother… father, sister… how we grew with one another…

This house is a photography memory, photo memory… I can understand you, can you hear me? I can taste you… you’re legs of a ballerina stretch so nicely on my back… me in between your lips licking your excitement from my lips… reflection of me tasting you.

I just want you! I want you to just trickle down into my life. Into my spine and exit out of my ecstasy, out of my orgasm… mouth to mouth… resuscitate  me… give me life! Under your pussy mistletoe… ringa bell, ringa bell… what a beautiful bell you are… my Elizabeth, how I love you so! Monkey ammo… BANG!!!     

Holy water

Holy water

Yea! Go ahead and drink a cup of holy water… I’m drinking a cup of holy water… don’t get frustrated just gulp it down … what’s the issue? The voice came echoing through the passage of my ears; like a leak…

Explosion of a floodgate, like water overseas; so how can you over see the water on the sea, overseas? But sip it slowly… sleep slowly and your thirst will be quenched! Yet you’re telling me that you can’t drink holy water!

I asked why? I was told that “there were too much hole in the water” so are you telling me that you can’t drink holy water because there’s too much hole in the water? Well you can drink holy water!

I was then asked how? You drink holy water not by force, not by greed, not by need… You drink holy water with faith and you wipe your lips with fate. You see there were never anything in the cup to begin with… but there’s something there if you believe!

I mean drink it and release yourself to the undivined, undefined, unidentified creation that you are.