Freedom Seeker

Full Circle (Quantum State of Mind)

2017 (Wedding at a Funeral)

Thief

It's ok

You don't offend me 

With your obscene behaviors... 

As seen on TV and movie screens  

You just mimic what's seen...  

You buy into The obscene gestures. 

Like the air we breathe... 

Survival of the fittest 

The fittest never quit 

So you mimic just to fit in. 

Darwinism mindset  

as you head into the present. 

Know its there in the air... 

Can you smell it? 

 as you inhale it... 

take a quick sniff 

As the tables shift, 

Into gears... 

going fast to nowheres 

But making sure all lanes are clear. 

As you steer into 

Clear waters 

With ...

My Thoughts

If energy can neither be created or destroyed

Then where does the energy of our words go?

Is it the the reaction we get when we have a convo?

Or the reaction of those that your words touched?

Causing combustions,

Creating chain reactions of good or negative vibes.

Like waves in water,

Waves of sounds,

Creating chemical reactions within our cells, ourselves.

That impact, change lives?

The energy created to have a conversation

The energy created when spoken or thought of

Where does that energy go?

Does it come back around and go to our homes?

After it travel around, year round circling the globe impacting those that we don't know.

If every action has a reaction,

Then what type of action does your words bring?

Or do you not think and just say...

Would peace love and ju...

The Awakening

Untitled (High Society)

I don't sip or drink  on no codeine   

I don't twist or roll up no weed   

I said, I don't crush or boil,   

I'm no dope fiend   

I stay getting high off of what life brings   

I entice the mind with my writing   

Getting high off of this word play   

I love what these verbs can bring   

Challenging society,    

Challenging your brain waves   

Paving the way, changing your way of thinking   

Taking off your blinders   

Although, I know that the son reminds us   

That everyday is precious.   

Your mind is for the taking,    

off in a rocket   

Before anyone can...

Just Sayin

  Did we just wake up and have a revelation That we were still slaves on a plantation That my skin color lowered expectation And automatically classified me As a ni**er that has a tendency To go on a killing spree and live recklessly And not care about nobody but me And for you to sit there and judge me Because I'm not the proper skin color So that must mean I'm wilder than the others

  Did we just wake up and have a revelation That we're still slaves on a plantation And that the skin color of my president Didn’t represent me As he has his own agenda And it didn't include me For the whites of their eyes To look at me And see a ni**er that's threatening His better half must have got the best of him Because the best of them living among the rest of us No sepereation as they continue on living And that's more than I can say for the rest of us.

  Did we just wake...

Freedom Seeker

I speak to be freed. 

I speak that ill truth 

To plant a seed. 

To let people know 

They too can break free 

From the monotony and harmony of the world. 

They can become world-less. 

Because in the end these processions are all worthless 

But you can take this to the grave, 

This verbal remedy to be a freed slave. 

This blueprint can be implanted framed and formatted fitted into a neat package. 

Forget what you've been told. 

This common sense is getting old. 

Follow the red brick road. 

Kiss the toad. 

Experience everything that glitters and everything that might be gold.  

Because you never know. 

Someone else's experience are not your own 

Ma...

Reality is Hard

Reality is hard to swollow 

Like a couple of pills I might overdose on that  

And hit my senses on the way up 

So I stay down. 

So I don't have to wake up 

But I'm floating. I'm on my wake up. 

Its time to reup on this good puss and alcohol 

 Where i bury it all 

Different mix every night 

Keep a different chick

So I can pretend like my reality doesn't exist. 

They shuffle around. 

 I shuffle my rounds. 

Never gettin caught up on a trick 

As I treat my urges. 

My thoughts they penetrate the surface 

As I penetrate her puss 

See my boundaries and they try to provoke me 

Out of my slumber 

Where I linger