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

Humors Home

Steady, I tremble externally holding my body together with my disguised emotion, Humor

Developed long ago outside the trench of harsh kids favorite spot during recess, I skipped peacefully individually causing no harm

When the group twisted and slammed me into the mud, bloody arms created by cold actions

Kicked and spit on for satisfaction
Your too different and their life isn't, concealed and unaffectionate

Two teachers run to disconnect the shit but my intellect of it was maybe its my fault

Wanting to cry and scream for mom but fear of this form of cault provoked my action

Create an distraction
Quick
Laugh

I do just that, dust mud, blood and cover brushes on my back to reach forward, laugh and pack

Pack up my emotions bottle them in and become tough, until I get home make up a extraordinary story of me and the amazing flip I attempted off the monkey bars

The day I covered the scars
Bundled up the far
Realization of bullies
Inside this hoody I hide in and should I ever get a HI then
I smile and use my humor

Boiling down to the lessons of past that began future so much sooner to humors front door
Hearts sore for more to experience this filthy decor
So this is for

Any and every single soul who feels solo dodging jagged stone fist, tell the attacker THIS
throw those stones
at ME
Your not alone
I'm home

Shake Ya'

When one door closes another one opens and I'm standing in a rejecting hotel

Just

Filled with I don't cares and where's your fears I mean where's your tears

Just

I told you no
I slammed your thumbs
Into the books of everyone else hoping for a reason to be addressed

Just

instead of getting undressed
Just

For dollars to flood those morals willingly and thoroughly as this pen pumps confidence in reverse

Just

Horribly

Why be in a state of just... unwelcoming uncomfortable ability for the exchange of fertility

You can barely look after YOU

Who silly fee was it to pay for another child's rough life?

Where did the dreams go?
How are your aspirations?
Why allow an expiration to swallow your thoughts

Just

Thoughts you ponder in the silence after rocking junior to sleep

Hopefully your minds rather in tune and unique to believe the words you speak just

Loud and clear to your offspring

Hoping that later beyond spring of the 18th birthday your quotes have been instilled like second nature

I hope these kids don't shake ya'

Answers

Rub my eyes and count my blessings all in the same session I reach for these outspoken teachings of a blind man speaking

Speaking about the world from a dark jaded point of view. One of which can't be tainted he's just like you

You who shuts your eyes in the face of adversity allowing another soul to learn your teachings.

Teachings which are individually broadcasted to wake you up from this fairytale dream you live while sleeping in reality

reality of those who touched gravel before you and chose to use their time to explore.. through unexpected unexplainable ideologies of man who once embedded footprints before thee

Thee who holds the very conspiracy trapped inside of a masculine book of understanding

I hope he who habors misinterpretations understands that times have changed and history can't remain the only thing human souls feast on.

I hope individuals understand that he or she who doesn't comprehend the same upbringing as you is still as important as the air you breathe

I hope you all can see
He or she who dared to be different as a revolutionary

Not one of disobedience and rebellion.

Hey we all want answers
so I hope you allow each humans stride to be one of

Great integrity
Just to figure the true answer we all

Beg for so consistently
Please plead with thee

For I am only searching for
Answers

My Word

I sit up listening to music
Feeding my soul and ever so trembling heartbeats
Pondering the future through this time-machine inside my mind
Releasing & Rewinding
Trying
To refine from spiraling
Downward
Towards the pit of doubt swimming from the back of my mind

Will my legacy drag footprints as I walk towards the sunset?
Leave cracks in brand new hardened cement
Will I implement
This flame of desire into the lights of remembrance?
Mobile continuance amongst a diverse audience?

Inspire at least one in the room as the lights dim and I drop the mic
Rub my face and glance at my NIKE'S
Will this patch create a hype?
Or merely a borrowed ear of another who could careless
Shut you out
Yell next
Where's the real entertainment?

Will this be the last you and your last door of "a chance" closes?
Who knows just
Know this
I hold this
Dear to me
Shed tears to these
Words
I scribble down on this pad
Appreciating this gift
To uplift at least one
Who can relate this directly to home

To me
Your Mona Lisa
Expression is Caesar
No Picasso, but I stroke these words
So this picture I painted will subconsciously be heard

That's My Word

Shame On Me

Shame on me for thinking outside these four lines of the norm, what's cool, who knows you, and what you have.

Shame on me for believing that all outside of this box aren't any different than the individuals worrying each day away to keep up with life's pressures

Shame on me for contemplating the perfect escape while that same box formulates my demise for a quick dollar

Allowing my version of this journey to motivate me and bring happiness closer as they become one with the swiftest precipitation clouding it all

Shame on me for loving who loves me unconditionally, fearlessly and willingly but nervously due to my orientation. While the box throws a damper on our belief for their satisfaction of their own. As if we all won't have to answer to the same higher power.

Shame on me for accepting deep thoughts to devour due to he who wouldn't understand.

It's a shame that being a free soul and open minded creature is frowned upon due to self-centered believers who don't stop long enough to analyze why. But instead are so quick to attack.

It's a shame that I still sit up and think deeply about the day this won't hinder the unspoken dreams of those too afraid to step outside societies box.

Shame on me

-Sole Poetic-

My Life

Irregular
Simple but intriguing
For your love my passion thrives
Hear my heart beating?

As singles fill seating within each lonely table I reserve 2 spots
in a romantic setting capturing your needs never forgetting

Your all I need
We're all we have

No shallow exterior connection
You have all of me, mind, soul and bodily
Affection

Sincerely

Displaying it in words can't come close to nearly
chipping the ice

You hug me, then kiss me and I died twice
Your my solution
My confusion

My Life

"Sole-Phresh"

You Are

Lights flicker bulbs burst
Crowds gather
You walk in first
The one with impeccable style on top of smooth gorgeous skin standing out but not even close to your stunning grin
All which reflect exactly how amazing you are within

You are the answer to confusion, the reality of beauty's illusion
You are the breeze of a brand new summer's night, the star in a fairyland daydream and the hope that love exist
For everything that once seemed unrealistic

You Are

I'll Arrive

Head spiraling in a black hole atmosphere enhanced with the pitchfork of the devil casting it's shadow around my footsteps following his echoing laugh.

Body completely exhausted but the flame of hope burns and drags me closer to the cooler side of the pillow where I'll rest my marathon thoughts and track meet visions of constantly requiring to stay ahead

Somehow I'll shake the chill of worries

Someway I'll be able to say someday

I'll Arrive

"Sole-Phresh"

Hurts

Goofy and cool, giggly but smooth, different but new is the person all encounter at first glance, although my mind is deeply in a trance battling hurt

the kind of hurt that steps on your soul and twists your spine without anyone knowing

Although I'm not one for showing I silently reach out for a strangers xray vision to see through my shell lending a hand to help cage pain, the beast

Impossible it seems but I mean how could I release my enter most fuming tragedies left burning to the core of what's left of my happiness without crumbling?

Feels as if my heart is mumbling louder than the pathetic silent cry for assistance, knowing that no one will get through the wall of emotional distance with continuous resistance

All because I will become vulnerable like once before while knowing this time its my fault for opening the door to a land only my lonely nights encounter

Every quiet minute
Every hour

It hurts

The thoughts
The rain
The emptiness
The nonchalant remedies
The downward spirals haunting me

Piercing through my thin heart shown shirt

It hurts

-Sole-Phresh-

Respect

Respect
subconsciously needed
Its what we crave
to feel whole
Feel completed
Reveal our soul
Know they feel it
Show our mishaps
Display hardship defeated

Without respect
We feel treated
Unworthy, Belittled and Incapable

As if everything we do is right and ethical

Put up a wall but want praise

Want freedom but live as a slave , Show off but in the worst way

Sounds as realistic as graduating college , stepping foot into millions next day

They say

What is earned lasts much longer?

Then earn your respect

"Sole-Phresh"

Hopefully Soon

Hopefully soon my blood will be the only feeling of substance my heart interacts with

No extra strain, or stress just my hearts beat to the rhythm of my chest nothing more nothing less

Its what's best
nevertheless I feel stress
but I need more room to store the pain of other relentless hardship

Hopefully soon I can board my spaceship, gear up and launch off into a land of everlasting love

Hopefully soon
My intellect will block out many distractions allowing emotion to guide my decisions instead of a clear intelligent mind

Hopefully control will once again be mine

Hopefully soon

-Sole-Phresh-

Time

Contemplating about the moments when I know ill forget these moments

Clock ticks I click the light switch throw on my nice kicks and put my best foot forward

Wish my downtime was clown time with the ones I adore but

It seems daytime turns to nighttime quicker than I blink my eyes and the cycle continues , lights go off and thoughts are on the menu

If I had the time I would fix it all, release it all, catch you before your steepest fall, catch up with the deepest laugh, good times and heartbeats smash

Into each other
If only I had the time

"Sole-Phresh Society"

Masked Wolf

Wondering off into a misty horizon entering a blurry forest examining earth's gifts as would a florist

Hearing the howling of wolfs knowing their hungry as you push forward in hopes of running into someone possessing identical traits

Believing that embracing him or her will be the answer to making it through escaping the dark loneliness the wolfs pride themselves on trapping you in

Not noticing that the very person you may confide in with every ounce of love in your body could potentially be a wolf in disguise

Becoming the wall you will never emotionally get over before the rest feast on what's left in your weakened torso

Yet we imagine more so
thick skin can grow

Blocking the deceit of a masked wolf staring into your eyes

"Sole-Phresh Society"

Raindrops

Nights like this allow the body
to cleanse itself in it's most discrete form

Rains pouring down fast and tough mimicking the salt filled tears dropping from your face jumping at the opportunity to break from your imprisoned eyes

No need for lies or an excuse to hide this uncontrollable shower of clear substance leaking from your ducts knowing that when it stops there will be no rainbow

Just the impatient want of mother nature to participate again
Seems like raindrops are your ONLY kin

"Sole-Phresh Society"

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An Interpretation

You are here again
At the ancestral well
Scooping the cool, sweet liquid
Into new hands held by old ghosts

As roots push through you
And take hold of the earth
You become soil and sunlight
And the soil and sun begin to breathe

The stories etched in the worn flagstone floor
And proud, but crumbling grave markers
Blow in to you on a knowing wind
As though they’ve been waiting for your return

As the still air shifts
You can hear the whispers of an ancient past
As it settles back in
You can’t deny the echoes of your future

The roots plunge deeper still
Twining tightly beneath the storied soil
The message has been well received

You are home
as I Interpreted

"Sole-Phresh Society"

In The Ring

Put my blindfold back on
And my earplugs back in
I know what’s been done
And I know i’ll never win
But I’ve tried for so long
And I can’t just give in
I know that it’s wrong

But this realization stings
So put my blindfold back on
And my earplugs back in
Put your boxing gloves on
And meet me in the ring

"Sole-Phresh Society"

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