Merchant's price

I write it down even if it's not perfect, I scribble sometimes when I write cursive, and when I get emotional I lay down on the earth, phoning God for a message, asking him "what is my purpose", cos life is looking different from a different perspective, poisons we have ingested, a life that we once projected, life, with it's reality as its serum, injected itself right into my sternum, and now with my vision slowing, I feel numb, adrenaline system kicks in and I feel like I am not one, with this society so I work endlessly, to look like these strange people, fake wananbes on tv, students but lacking pupils in their eyes, a ghost waking by, an organism caught up in somnambulism, treating knowledge like food but they practice bulimicism, but I try to dig myself out of the grave, cos these materials that we freely purchase is actually keeping us a slave, it is called merchandise but what is the real merchant's price, they don't see that materialism is a vice, they say they don't get affected by TV but they are already in your heads like lice.

Beat

It's been a while since I've written, I feel like I have forgotten, on the road to where it never ends, the breakthrough was once a breakdown, a meltdown, I let go, the smile tilted upside down, but moving on is like walking along, despite what shadows might bring at night, or what the clouds may hide from the day, when I was once younger I used to sing and pray, pray against the dark shadows that move like leaves sailing away, leaves hanging on the tree of life, but I have divorced myself, from the hellish hell, where a one track mind continuously races against time, a moment lost in a moment's time, another turn of the tide, another insecurity for the ride, still hustling still struggling against the grind, trying to break free from this slave wage society, that we have purchased with our visa, mastercards, and american express, burdens of life never go away, they just transfer into a different place, the physical burden that technology relieves is only transferred into the psyche, so everytime you cop that new watch, it can tell time, does it? buying new shoes or cars, but will it get you anywhere, buying an alarm clock, but will it really wake you up?

Higher

Trying to describe the indescribable, scrambling for the words but I end up rambling, or just plain babbling, something something, the words are floating, in the air, the letters travel towards the light, blinded by the glare, like the moth, raising my arm slowly like a sloth, focusing, wiping the dust from my eyes with a cloth, but it is you I want, the feeling so strong, like swallowing gin, like a drug, but the high doesn't end, kisses on the neck, the winter months, hugs, warmth, arms wrap, clothes like gift wraps, intertwined with a ribbon, your flesh is the prize, it is not my first time, but it feels like the first time, like a rhyme I can't get out of my head, like I lost my tongue, like I lost my fingers, can't write, all I know that it is time, mango skin, so tasty so ripe, can I bite, I'm just being polite, I'll be the police tonight, hand cuffs, back seat, yes you like it rough, but the energy is too much, it is too much, water in the desert... I can't always have less than enough, so compelling, raising hell just to get to heaven, temptation lasts only seconds, a moment of pleasure trapped in a chasm embedded in the bed of organs, hormones unbalanced, explosion in a moment, geyser, forever reaching higher!

Move response to marcus

Move, thats what I want to do, move, but lazy is painted around the room, stuck on the bed, like jesus on the cross, forced to be a slave to the almighty minimum wage, daydreaming in bed but still awake, greeting the morning sun, but fleeting from the day, the voice inside says move, yes thats why I want to do, but the voice is stuttering and confused, fused with, locked with, chains and cuffs that are invisible, asked me; more mental than physical, the message is in the media, the ads scream at ya, but I ain't hearing ya, reaching in my pocket and found an idea, hands dirty with paint trying to paint the pictcha(picture), drinking the potion from the poisonous pitcher, so now we walk and talk but still asleep, like we left our beds without waking, but they call me crazy, cos I refuse work daily, cos mickey dees got the fat corporate cats deezed, like their wallets were on creatine, cos mickey dees employees got bumps and bruises on their knees from kneeling and pleading and grieving, and saving a little pay for the uneversiteh, while other kids are OSAP-ing the money foolishley, they tell me to move, tranquilized, like the animal in the zoo, thats how I am in my room, heavy in a trace, contemplating whether I should twirl with the devil for a little dance, but I am on a different level, not like the kids leaving uni with no skills, shopping malls selling cheap thrills, everybody is hypnotized, like the air leaving the room, I'm ready to move

Sight through the dark

Please give me foresight, for I lost my sight, the road is dark, unpaved and untravelled, my future is unravelling, but I am still guessing, or maybe just hoping, just waiting for school to come, haven't been sleeping alright, its like there is a drum, and it is beating, loudly while I am sleeping, I wake up at night, my intuition is calling, I want it to stop, but I know this part of the plot, I know where I should go, be the driver, the moulder, the carpenter that builds my own tower, fortress, so why do I have to stress, this is my world, I have to stop tempting myself, this is my world, my light, so let me have a few words with myself, why are you haunting me, why crucify when you can help me fly, why be so unrelenting when this is the body I own, not renting, I am just venting, the windows of my eyes are open, if you so dare, read it, feel the treble and snare, can't you see I just don't care..

Asleep

Still asleep and half awake, waiting for the bus to pass, getting out my bus pass, busting my ass for the little pay, little me I pray, little world I say, too small for my mind to even play, but I say, woe to the mind that is blind to the concoction of co-conspirators that consign our souls to the corporations, hiding behind super ego lie, frightened eyes tracing the footsteps of the blind, I came, saw and about to find, what the real meaning is to live a lie, to be following a dream made out of smoke, I toke and I blow, the mirrors I break, I watch the smoke and mirrors fade away, like the unicorn, a dream never meant to be born, but most are living it, more like surviving, never questioning, always giving in, like a prostitute, I guess we have to create our own avenue, where we put our values, my message to them, the future is malleable, the seed that is planted is the metaphysical slowly birthing the physical, so dream beautiful!

Hands that touch the moon

Subliminal, critical, little missile, missing intuitively, passing engineering instinctively, while bigotry still lazily sits on the stoop of the head of the critical, minimal, subliminal, little mafia running the media, placing minimal subliminal bombs behind the curtains, certainly you see, but not really, because the tv has you a little bit hypnotized, devil in disguise, more like devil in front of your eyes, drinking rye while the moon sails in the sky, painting
pictures that blaze the mirrors, light an idea and set fire to an empire, the umpire plants dirty little subliminal seeds, while the catcher doesn't see, still asleep, broken bibles with dried ink stains, listen closely to the dead under the dirt and hear stories never heard, more like a bird whispering to the dog or the cat, mysteries painted only in the minds trapped in a casket with dirt and soil and a pen, ideas shatter into pieces and turn into a hen then turn into an egg, the watcher observes the moon, a mere substitute to the sun, the day repeats itself, same car, same road, makes me wonder if the settings change, does the car move or the road?

Weird days

Sometimes my dark days divide, the sun don't shine, the food tastes bland, the chron is out in my hand, the lights seem to fade, everything doesn't feel the same, the water runs out, my skin dries and craks, sitting back, losing perspective and focus, a rope and a cloud, hang myself till I fall down, pain is certain, and joy is hiding behind the curtains, japeto is pulling our strings but we don't notice, we dance around and sing the same song, in the same tone, recorded, exploited, we see it but don't see behind it, we see the truth upside down, hurt is in the truth, don't believe me, take out the T, lust is sweet, love is pain, thats why we stay away, thats why we stray, thats why we lay, on the side of the road, blind and hungry like a scarecrow, scared to know, that these materials can only go, so far as the ego lets it, but I refuse to receive its blessing, I am forever tested,

Infinity

She told me to sing a little, notes kissing her neck makes her giggle, quotes flying in the air make her mingle, at the right side of the bed side, the red dye, white lines, weed stains, she calls my name, on all fours like leopard skin, she has me thinking, slobbering, I slide over, she open, smoulder, lips on her shoulder, I close the blinds, let lust decide, let my body temperature guide, no lights, just touch, it is not much, but we navigate, gates open, lines are crossed and broken, love was once open, now we are just drawn to the moment, on the canvas, I paint a picture with black and white, we sing the songs all night, naked under the moon, under God, like a flower we bloom, and consume, in our little room, in our bed, we sing the song, sit on the clouds and let infinity count us down

Build

I try to touch you, change you, your views, haven't you watched the news, the information we abuse, and distribute, blind nation instructing the mute, imposing my view is similar to the fundamentalist imposing theirs, so the throne of truth, who is the heir, prejudice views spawn from the poison that man spews, delightfully confused,   but the intelligent rise to the occasion, cos ignorance only pushes me to fly over the edge, I believe in revolution, ahimsa, non violence, the weapon of silence, the only weapon against hate mongers and dwellers, but still keeping cool like a cellar, ideas reach the interstellar, look past the demeanour of a twenty something year old senior, talk a walk in my valley, intellectual alley, walk with the optimist, humanist, always watching my step, cos we are fit to only be called geniuses when we can calculate the incalculable, the human factual, ethical, practical, meta physical, and somehow stitch them into this unwoven, fabric, that is stagnant and tragic, backward theocratic, but forward I build, brick by brick I build..

Back with it

Lust trapped, it is trying to break free, how can I see, when I wilfully wear the blindfold, I walked myself into the hole, forced to be fed, forced to bed, forced to beg, like poisonous butter we spread, information, info nation, politicians and corporations working incognito, controlling metallic minds like magneto, the centre of ego, their eyes hovering over the skies, it rains, it pours, the poor is not hard to ignore, when they are at your door, at your work, in the store, everyone is slaved, brave and living, lost but still driven, chasing a piece of paper that is worthless, when the true wealth is finding your purpose, a debt full of lies, facebook and gmail spies, one man standing against an enterprise, don't be surprised, when the 9 to 5 becomes 9 to 6, then 7, then 8, awake but still asleep, chained by material things, fake images created by fake people, ignorance is the father, and hate is the disciple, tunnel vision, a symptom