The Que

Music ques in faintly
I feel the presence of an angel
I mean
It has to be

My ever so troubling worries just
Fade away
They're stripped of me

The air transforms into the scent of triumph after years of battle in the midst of heartache
Confident enough to shut my eyes and walk
I know somehow I'll see

I can feel something there as my heartbeats in slow motion
Pounding against my chest

Yeah, chopped and screwed
Releasing a whisper to my cranium
Your free of them
Open your eyes and embrace your lens
I open my eyes and the most beautiful past
Present and future stands before me in the distance
Holding the very thing I misplaced so long ago
Called off the search party for irrelevant glow
Gave in and let go

The very thing I thought was kidnapped and or ran away from me
I take step after step
Blink three times to make sure it's reality
An angel is holding the missing piece

Victory within love
Greatness amongst what broke apart
It's the other half of
My heart

And the music ques

Forward

Three two one
Zip zero
Minds flash pass heroes
Praise rare fools
Foolish stories of fare rows
Instead of Pharaohs
As the beauty of life's hair blows
We stare those
Traps in the face
To adapt and replace
The rights where we went wrong
Muffled out subliminally through song
So long forgiveness
Of self
Scarce replenishing of imagining forward steps
For a backwards magnifying glass on what's left
To trace a future pro-cess
Of reverse suc-cess
Just like what causes the rhythm of sound within ones chest

You can't live if all reverses
Move Forward

Grab A Star

I feel like

Napping on the moon to dream of mars listening to my favorite emcee fluently spit my favorite bars fleshly traveling abroad my thoughts

Dive in a crater and explore those very thoughts eyes with my metaphorical belief of another human sound

I feel like
Getting lost in the rain drops that flood the rain forest with amazing views

Attach to the green that's
Really, Important

I feel like
Flying amongst the clouds
Snatching white flurry piles
To lay on
Boarding a spaceship to reconcile my every dream

Blast off into space
and never look back for the fainting stream

Left

Turn off the gravity
Flip run in place and laugh at

Well, Me

I feel like I see this everyday
While everyone else hopes for nice cars and clothes

I feel like
I stay up
I plot
I daydream on how to
Grab A Star

The Real

So real I'll write down a few quotes and post it
Hang around ego boosting yes men and embrace their bullshit
Memorize and rehearse it
Stand in the mirror never
just believe I reflect a loyal honest and free spirited endeavour

While I still picture myself over close friends and even better Family
Backstage mumbling and center stage humbling
Pretending of course
How Real

I'll write down a few verses
Watch my favorite emcee raps do numbers, although he only rhymed numbers and dope

So why not scribble some thoughts and mimic these songs
If I slang dope and act hard these suburban broads will think I'm different

Wanna kick it, claim street cred' Independence
Daring
Grabbing my crotch nodding my head reppin' a hood I photoshop into my memory

Sharing
Habitual lies about who I know to prove this life is my show
You gotta believe me so
Hiding the 4.0 I possess to avoid doubt amongst this fictitious life of struggle I withhold

Let me get a gun
Squeeze the metal on these dudes Start cases for this war I never wanted in reality
I hope it scares them and not even my shadow really comes after me
I wished and hoped the day it all spun outta control

Outside talking shit
Three ran up
1 released a clip
1 hit
1 finished it

Now all I can see is this light hovering over the noise of my crying mother knowing I can never physically hug her
Tell her I love her

I was only tryna get ahead with this remix of hard life but instead

I'm 6ft under
Another portion of real life
The sad story

All Of You

You ever listen into the simplicity of your gut
Answers lying within the easiest place to search
Clear as day but despite it
Your mind lurks
Into a profound confusion of challenge
Rekindling a loss of balance throughout life's ballad
You vote to understand but ignore within
The very welcoming home you've ever known
Of secrets deflated
Speeches amazed with being in tune with your dreams
The shoots and the scenes of bliss
Printed out the receipt of the miss
-placed list you skipped
For true loves first kiss
Now your heart sings melodies in sync with how highly ecstatic you think
Mindless to possibility that as soon as you blink the real them will appear

May cause you tears
Enhanced fears and ransom for their heart
But are they a mere mirage hiding the blues

Or are they worth all of you?

Stationery

Stationary, I stare off into the mystery of my unsettling footsteps. Clearing my lense of blurry meditation
Conducting constant memories over my audience of brain cells.

Stationary, I run wild and expedite possible alternate endings in this movie of struggle

Stationary, stretched out from each direction further away from close up distant relationships
In my face but excused from my interest, tardy in my chest, and absent in my heart

Stationary, but caffeine sipping internally. Externally solid and somehow still welcoming

If only I could focus on turning the door knob of movement

Zoom in on its access of reliable structure. Removing and ridden the ridicule of the imaginery drill sargent yelling hallt as I glance out this glass house. Hoping no one throws another rock

Understanding I must lock what's dear to me into my soul, lace up the kicks and delete what's unacceptable

Drop these worries I carry
Move as I think
No more being stationary

Right

Reclined in the smoothest chair I replay my thoughts

Where did this journey start?
Better yet, why must these people fight to make sense of everything stationary to the world? Ever think that lies repeatedly told are what formed our "truth" as a whole

Majority agree so it's right,
Right? no questions regarding textbooks scripted history so it's right, Right?

No research so what they project we absorb like light, right?

Misguided authority and hidden agenda based school systems, so our future is our mic right?

Right, only what we teach
And since there is an abundance of drugs, alcohol, and sex those words we preach

Grow old

Rebelling develops
Bad examples are embedded and change is smothered

Next to I give up, what's the point and oh well we bubble circle and underline "Agree"

No sense in trying to revitalize what our ancestors dreamed of as free, right?

Just experience, fight, and grow.
Maybe someday these shackled shadows will grow a conscious, and politely disintegrate

Right? Not quite