Member Since: 1/16/2007
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Influences:“Wishesâ€High Imagination,
Marinating Day Dreams,
My eyes passed a note
your smile checked yes
whether standing in reality
or floating on my sub-conscious,
It’s the aroma
of your familiar scent
that leaves a lasting impression,
Taking my time
to carefully pick and sort
through all that does not belong
Slowly, as I get to know you
accepting totally the good and bad
of all that is left,
There are those who claim
they definitely have better
while others do covet
what I wish to call my own
so no matter
their unwanted perceptions,
Wanting to inhale you
is all I really desire.
There are times I call
just to hear your voice
not that I want anything
it’s more about
wanting to know you are there
to listen to your soothing melody
because when I have you,
I can never get enough of you
like an insatiable addiction
eating away at me from the core,
And when you are around no longer
I yearn to be in your presence
dancing on the positive karma
you unknowingly leave behind,
A trail from one person to the next
as I follow aimlessly
drifting over to the left,
Understanding if I had to live
all of my days like today
with out you in my life
I would rather wake up to yesterday
eyes wide with anticipation
just to have the hope
of knowing you might be in my tomorrow.I look at you
with nothing particular on my mind
just mentally sketching your image
so when I am alone at night
surrounded completely by darkness
my heart the only beat I hear,
I vividly replay your picture
believing one day
soon next to me you will snuggle,
Where in this mellow haze
cloud nine is the lobby
the only place to go is up,
Experiencing your mental intimacy
feeling the heat from your body’s pulse
shows growth from my heart’s past,
So sit and share with me
exchange stories with our true self
which brings realness
of all we have in common,
That together we see higher than my imagination,
And marinate sweeter than my daydreams."Crucial" © 2002
Sounds Like: “Righteous Hustleâ€Living in a world constantly on edge
everyday seems like the brink of destruction,
People in a rush
to see the final days,
As if we weren’t moving there already
fast enough,
Bodies falling in the streets
like rain drops
from a Turbulent Thunderstorm,
Kids killing one another
as if it’s a new age generation
childhood game,
Bloodshed coats the asphalt
making Crimson
the new age paved color,
Politicians elected to be leaders
to make life better for the people
only add to the decline,
Lining their pockets
to compromise their office
auctioned off to the highest bidder,
To eventually sell their soul,
The more society moves to the future
we’ve forgotten important principles
from our past,
Simple respect for human life
has become an extinct quality,
The Have’s have more
while the Have Nots,
Are left to live day to day
from the scraps that fall
from the Have’s table,
Leaving the reward in the Have Nots race,
Is getting the last vent
on the worst corner
all the while adding to the Homelessness rate,
Continuing to ignore the knowledge
that the older generation holds,
Taking for granted their experiences
as if they have no more lessons left to teach,
Not understanding
they won’t be around forever,
Resources untapped
to help guide us thru the present,
Because they’ve already lived thru the faults
from the foundation that make up our past,
So now you have
the Not Knowing having Babies
that in turn
lead to Babies having Babies,
A cycle that continues
like an addiction hard to break,
Re-gentrification in such a way
got people loosing their minds
amongst the moral decay,
Cats too busy hustling backwards
pushing that poison
to our own in the hood,
Thinking they know it all
too busy to listen
to the intelligent
and hear what they might have to say,
They don't seem to realize
they doing a better job
to castrate and kill our own
more efficient ever than the KKK,
Brothers occupying corners
looking down on me
while I righteously go out to hustle the 9 to 5,
Then using the free time
I find afterwards
to push this Righteous Poetic Vibe,
Yet to some….
I’m considered the dumb one
because I don’t possess a criminal rap sheet,
Nor have I served any time,
But the Truth & Knowledge
comes in many different Prophetic Forms,
We got a President,
Voted by the People
but not the Mass Majority of People,
Who then lies to the People
To then sacrifice up the People,
This President got Bodies
from the Gulf Coast
to the Persian Gulf,
Only to then unlawfully spy on the People,
While claiming all in the name of the people,
He does all of this to protect the People,
Then there are some religious leaders
abusing the people,
Whether taking advantage of their pockets
or their innocent children,
Playing on the congregations Faith
to fulfill a personal agenda,
I’ve seen death too much in my lifetime
like death and I are age-old friends,
Not to mention the many young souls
given up to death pre-maturely
before their light ever had a chance to shine,
Now I realize in life things happen
because death has even come after me Five Times
already in my life time,
And only from God’s Grace
do I stand here
to one day knowing I have to see a sixth,
And I’m not even sure
if even then it will be my time,
So in between time
I gotta keep doing me,
Pushing this poetry
spawned by the things I see,
Telling my Personal Poetic Stories
for as long as God’s Gift
continues to flow thru me,
Cause in the end
I’m no more than just a Poetic Vessel,
Hoping to move at least one Soul
before the end of my poem
to push them to find
their own,
“Righteous Hustle.â€"Crucial" © 2006
Record Label: unsigned
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