Monday, March 22, 2010

Purple Pumps

Where others stumbled, she's stood.
When others stuttered, she spoke fullness to the mission.
Every scene is her runway to take off from expectation of failure.
She is truth child of the tribe, sharing with them the profit from the pains and gains of the people. Her people. Your people. Our People.

With peace power in her heart, she is a reluctant fighter, but a brilliant and bold warrior when battle befalls.
Her arrival hails the departure of evil, and she is always leaving to land.
The glare of Earth in its eternity is in her stare.
Her eyes are like a pure poison of passion and promise, peering into your souls intent.
She is heaven bent on bringing out from that which love bored, and poured down into me, and You!

In this whole world, she is woman, girl, prophet, pearl,
sitting and fitting into the palm of the divine.
The flats of her feet are firm with fertility.
Each nail and toe separate and sow the soil beneath and between her every half step scaling up the strength of her stems. Squizzle her scarlet petals dew drop color down the thornless vines. The winds that sweep around the cosmic bends of time whisk stardust through her hair, and on the breathe of her every word.

Something like a fallenangelshepheard, or a masterteacherpartner.
She wields a prowess in her purpose unmatched by her opponents.
Her love is strong enough to tear books into, yet fragile and fair,
like the inhale of coast mountain air.

She dares to conduct introductions between the real, the mind, and the sublime.
And in her kiss lies the healing of a world lost then reassured with faith and constellation.

She is a pioneer.
She is a rebel and a rougue.
She is a symbol. She is iconic.
She is my heroine.

Friday, March 12, 2010

Rated Ex

DISCLAIMER:this is a freestyle typewritten composition to 9th Wonders "Alright".Listen while reading For Fuller Artistic Experience, and Appreciation. P7
...tell ya what I'll say. pray. everyday. And watch how investmesments pay. Catch the opportunity to bless the day, and find the trash to throw the stress away. Cuz I'm blessed to say, that a niggas doin alright....

All night I sit up toss turn, burn the memories of her presence in my living room just weeks before. Picking at the scabs and secretes and sores, plotting in a vengence to go and meet the whore, choke her out, and deplete the whore. How could you eat before me, the King, only your love and priviledge in my presence should you bring!!

And yet the phoneix sings, draggin and lagging the rhythm of its swing across times, and mines where diamonds melt in fire. The flames following the squire's choir under the flap of his wings. Praises, and phrases come out at the will of the God, a nigga sickenin' like him jetta sticking as if he was whippin a horse, and then again if he was whippin' a porsche, either way it's all articulated so that you can get it of course!

And I'ma spit it some more, while my nigga splittin the rillo down, and I'm type-writing the lyrcs as if decoding digits off the motherboard of the hood. Bull City steps, trace my footprints down Fayettville, the stains say my name still, visual from the plane while you looking out the window thinking 'damn I'm glad I came, cuz I prolly wouldn't have seen if I'd sat in the same, seat in my apartment or up under the same rain. peace Royalty remains. King.

Peace Queen, I greet you with no apologies. Life's gone on as it should, but everywhere the lights don't shine in my mind, I can feel you on the other side saying Peace King. I'm yours, why haven't you seen it, And why haven't the rivers of my eyes, and them that flow between your thighs, seen my love mirroring their pain and beauty in the skies! Suprised, to see a niggas still loquacious? That's what happened with what you left behind, So Spacious. And yes, the way she did me was oh so tasteless, but I'm looking at the body of my burdens and it's faceless, And my desires for you can never replace this, so I'm inspired to rebel out and replace it, I won't take this. But I will take

my soul to the water, and continue loving this creature that I've embraced as our daughter, who every day grows in ways I'm only beginning to comprehend. Calls that you'll never know about go out, but now I'm on the non receiving end. 'Fates it, seems, is not without a sense of irony.' Late, the dreamer hasn't returned since spring brought its break

Love hardpressed in my stomach to the core, thinking I need the heat to protect the crib, welcoming weapons in as if I'm in a rush to Live, legally whippin now, so my current address depends, on which demon I'm outrunning, or man I'm on way to becoming, or wherever that pretty brown eyed muse of lova lives.

So to her, and the pursuit of happiness, against the snakes, and broken rakes in yards far from being cleared of those that need to leave. Don't spend a dime, I'll want a penny more atleast. Watch. Time for Change.