Letter

I’ll write you a letter once.  To show that I’m different and in need of you.  I’ll not trick, with a trickster.  I’m you from another time creating a better field, for these wings of arrogance.  Maybe a king between blue sky and sea, will see courage.  I’ll not trick, with a trickster I said.  Yet, I’d love a challenge up ahead.  Break me you that reads, reader which I’m aiming with a desk, a chair and a pen that inks.  These voices, will stop when?  These angelical traces, remnants from people with no faith.

Will you see farther, much further than them?  Help the needy like Robin Hood letting down the bow, with an arrow in hand or blame, blame and be heavy in.  Is it a contract I need to sweat?  What is the real test!?  Healing from their remnants or shaming my own name in a victimizing jest.  I’m courage, I’m me.  Not fire, not wind, not a body cut to a droplet of blood.  Just whatever you in me see.

I saw a door once shaming what Eden could be.  I’ve perceived so many colors of the rainbow through the mist.  People as creatures, people as diseased.  Was that door an open sky?  Was it you taming the idea of a young spiritual light?  May I die between ideals or find that deepness that’ll help me fly?  Are you even reading?  There’s too much information out there.  Too many mirrors focused to be heart hunters.

 

Sincerely,

Me

 

 

 

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Gen-86

I lost meaning through & through

I lost it all…

Fighting so much for a dream

Struggling to achieve lifes biggest deceit

As a toddler born into a cage with a beast

What meaning holds to race? When your walking around street machines

If I need to keep alive

I must be a peasant or a king

Accepting the heat of each destiny

The remorse of deciding, choosing

While something lies dormant at my feet

Who am I? If to help, love, have fun

I need whatever these children find, to be or not to be

I die in my dreams

I lick the blood of ignorant beings

“I lost meaning” he said..

Alone I’ll drift away..

Seperate, to never be found, to never be loved

What is to have meaning?

To entertain?

To have control over the rain?

To kill a mans church or holy space?

To give or to take?

Tell me what is to have meaning…

Till then..

Death

I’ve seen you around the edges of the street

This obscure,  mist of dark and deep

I’ve seen them call you, as their own name, as family

But, it feels like deceit

A viral disease tested to deep, to ink and paper

A writer fell from dusk and no sleep

Red iris, red lips, black hair

A song from the top to her tips..

Death come at me..

Dressed as a woman loving my sleep

Could I find, someone or a warm body to love?

I’m specially dressed for this

Black, red details to our kiss

Soft Jasmine resting at the beds white sheets

Death come as the wind, as the life in trees

Kiss me or best, please me

Disregard, but, the sound of my voice

I’ve seen them bloody, ignorant to where they’ll go

Labeled greed, to polish a personal goal

Death to you a flower, life to you my sword

Dance With The Dead – The Shape

MR.BLACK & WAO – Funk Yourself (Hardwell On Air 253)

J-Trick – Switch (Noise Night Remix)

Charles B & VCTRY – Universal Funk [Radio Edit]

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Sup peeps.. Lately I’ve been fixing some songs as deleting them.  Destiny and Gust Of Wind are out.  You can check them through the site or soundcloud.

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