The night sleeps when dawn arrives
and I crouch anxiously
with that fateful reality,
nocturnal orphan,
casualty of love. I surrender to the moon,
submissive and slippery.
Silence...
My faith,
each day,
slowly reaching insanity,
while I wait in the shadows.
Seeds of loneliness
aspiring to create kingdoms.
Archaic love,
without time or horizon.
Even in my depths
I look for you, From the silence of these impure sheets,
without light or perspective.
My love,
why do you sleep?
Legions of stars persue me,
mystery of the unattainable.
To Love...
Love,
love discovered in a poem,
my love that dreams,
like I have never dreamed,
like you have yet to dream.
Modern Meloncoly.
LET ME INTERJECT,
WITH MY SYNTAX
PUT YA INNA NUTHA' FRAME OF MINDSET
I'LL BET
YA WON'T REJECT
GO GLOBAL LIKE ON THE INTERNET
BUT IN RETROSPECT,
THOUGHTS TAKE OFF LIKE SUPERSONIC JETS
OR ARE YA BOUND
TO THE GROUND
NOT EVEN CLOSE TO THE SPEED OF SOUND
LIKE SO MANY ADJECTIVES,
VERBS AND NOUNS.
I WRITE MY LYRICS
TO BOOST THE SPIRIT
SO CHICS AND KATS
LIKE YOU CAN HEAR IT
SPREADING LIKE A VIRUS
UPLOAD IN YOUR SHIT
LIKE IN THAT FLICK
THE MATRIX.
I THINK IT'S TIME
TO LIVE BENIGN
I RESIGN
FROM THAT THUG LIFE OF CRIME.
IT'S NOT SUBLIMINAL
OR MINIMAL
OR EVEN HIGHLY CYNICAL
LIKE FREUD-I'M ANALYTICAL
CAUSE LIFE AND DEATH IS CRITICAL.
I'M CRAZY LIKE A FOX,
I PLOT TO SQUEEZE SHOTS
FROM MY GLIZ-OCK
FROM THE HOOD OF HARD KNOX
RESISTANT TO SHOCK
CARRIED SHIT EVEN IN MY SOCKS
FROM JERSEY TO NEW YORK
HUNG OUT WIT ALL SORTS
DID DIRT WIT CONSORTS
GOT BLESSED IN NEW YORK SUPREME COURT...
WHILE ON THE ISLAND
NIGGAS WASN'T SMILIN'
CAUSE I WAS IN THAT MOTHER FUCKER WILDIN'!
IN DESTRUCTIVE MODE,
STAYED OUT OF MY PATH
SPARK MY ANGER,
FEEL MY WRATH
SHIT,YOU DO THE MATH...
WRITIN' SCRIBES TILL MY FINGERS WORE SORE
STRESSIN WHILE I WAITED FOR MAIL CALL
THRU MY CELL DOOR
FROM C-94
GOT SENT UP NORTH
WITH POLICE ESCORTS
-HAD NO REMORSE
CAUSE I WAS TIGHT WIT OUT A FUCKEN NEWPORT...
ONCE THERE
I WAS VIGILANTE AND AWARE
BUT MY THOUGHTS WERE STILL OUT THERE,
HAD THIS FUCKEN CROSS TO BARE...
C-CYPHERS AT RIKERS
WERE HOOD RATS IN DISGUISES
BUT IN COMSTOCK
THE YACU WERE STRAIGHT UP CLAN SYMPATHIZERS...
GOT BEATDOWNS AND LOCKDOWNS
WROTE LONG SCRIBES WITH DEEP FROWNS,
TURNED WANNA BE THUGS TO SLUGS
I EVEN WIRED A FEW MUGS...
NIGGA NEEDED A HUG,
BUT GOT SHRUGS
SO I BUGGED
AND IN THE LONG RUN
IT WAS MY OWN GRAVE THAT I DUG.
Romance,
is the manifestation of love
and the embodiment of adoration.
Forces of nature attract
two creatures of GOD together,
under the magnificence and splendor
of the heaven and the stars.
The Sun,
in all it's fiery glory,
warms the earth and brings light to it,
and love is like the Sun,
emblazoning the hearts,
and relinquishing souls.
Souls lost,
wandering like nomads
on the impoverished earth,
searching but not finding,
finding but not searching,
oblivious to serenity,
that awaits the distraught.
Alast, epiphany that is love,
love that is found,
love that is felt,
that GOD has gifted,
between man and woman.
