Ajara Ajiea Entertainment

Micaha "Ajiea" Ford

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Protools Engineer working on the: MOTIF Es8, Trinity, Fantom, Proteus 2000, MPC 2000. Mix board Project Mix I/O. 32 Track in house Recording Studio. Acclaimed by clients/artist to produce some of the nicest sounds in the DFW/Metroplex
Some Writings of Micaha Ajiea Ford... Book Release coming soon!!!
"What Love Will Come"
What is love? If that love is not embraced.
A mockery of a dawn unseen,
A tide that has no beach to swallow,
A soldier in the heat of battle,
With no leader to follow.
Confusion that has no riddle to solve.
And when my heart begins to contemplate.
Into the realm of the river of sorrow.
The illusion of my smile I wear in crowds.
But my soul still bears the frown.
Where and what bait must I use.
Looking for the answer to a question
Many men would answer differently.
Where do I go, or do I hide.
Away from this passion that dwells within.
If that place I could find.
In That place you find me.
I know the shadow of death hides not my cure.
But in the enigma of life I will have to find,
The illustrious tone which accents my breath.
"Artist Alone"
Blessed is the way of the artist.
Walking through barriers of concrete walls.
Built of the substance of hidden emotions.
Everything I see is beautiful.
So why should I suffer because others cannot
See enchantment.
Why Should I be deemed of a childish way,
By those of a lesser faith.
Or of no faith at all.
Caught in the rapture of beautiful thought,
That transcends the essence of life.
It is hard to see in black in white.
I understand the complex-simplicity of love itself.
And it consumes the mind of a man that has much.
Yet nothing he can feel through touch.
Idealistic ways of love wander in and out,
Of mind of my mind in illusions of forever.
Mingling with negative Chi that manipulates so clever.
Lo key is the mind of a man that sees what I can see.
But loud is his cry for understanding.
"Tired"
So tired of pain.
Yet I marvel and yearn for its inspiration.
Its essence hides in memories.
Trapped in the crevasses of my mind.
Lessons that would be learned forgotten.
As my heart withers and rottens.
So tired of doubt.
Because all I want is truth.
Running the marathon which end eludes me.
Lapping the lesser man,
Who I am starting to see in the mirror.
So tired of this cell.
The invisible walls of depression I pray to escape.
Only I crave its inspiration.
An inspiration founded on betrayal.
A thirst I have yet to quench.
An itch she never scratched.
Left alone to sifter thru fools gold.
Thoughts expressed yet untold.
Unfounded.
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