Wow rhyme

Imagination is bottomless, limitless, like the mind when it speaks, like the heart when it dreams, beats, like the lungs exhaling, like heartfelt poetry when it cries, the author dies, only to be reborn in your mind, the silence, to many, is excruciating, so they die, walk out the door, continue to ignore, speaking to mutes, deafs and dumbs, with eyes but no life, with hands but no choice, with a tongue but no voice, with a soul but cuffed in a dark hole, a plant that thrives on ignorance instead of sun, of smoke instead of air, of negligence, so they think health is an offense, so they continue to follow the trends, what society tells, the truth has been broken and bent, the system has been dried up and spent, like a well in the sahara, once flourished but now abandoned by the water of niagara, passion sucking scavengers, negative harbingers, monopoly playing inner soul defecating, nay saying, tax stealing, life draining strangers, who pretend to be saviors, never put deadline on your dreams, cos life is what not what it is presumed to be, so why press stress, worries will only spawn regrets..

Struggle is nourishment

the morning sun never felt so good, only in the eyes of who speak the truth can only see this view, sunrays orange like sunkist but the wind is a breeze of cool mist, walking on the concrete everglades, riding the bus that takes 30 minutes of my life away taking me to the institution that is molding my life today only to be in a class where students dont do what they say and never taking advantage of their life today, to the bus driver that drives his life away, to the drunk that drinks his life away, look in the eyes of the people who pass you by and you can tell if love is in their lives or if they love their lives the answer is in between their eyes, beneath their eyelids lies a lid sealed and confined, a coffin of the mind, a coffin of lies and past histories of stories you wouldn't want to see or hear, remember the eyes of a refined man or woman is clear, steady, unshackled, strapped like a belt buckle, ready to buckle down and receive punishment cos struggle is nourishment, and you will only know you are whole once you have been halved, and you will know when you've strayed when you follow the other path, jacking off but instead of your dick it's the devils hand, so please use my words for what they are the wordplay is for your ease the message is what i want you to see, we never know what is planned but when we look back, and this is a test, will you say everything till now was part of the plan, retrace your steps till today and ask yourself i you got the guts to say that this was suppose to be this way, i was suppose to be with you, i was suppose to live like this....

I did my best

im climbing a mountain that others have fallen, laid there, lost all hope and forgotten how to grow, like plant with missing the essential, never growing, never living up to its potential, see we may be on the same boat, have the same equipment, but im equipped with the capacity of positivity, you see a thunderstorm ahead and think,clap your hands together and beg, beg for life from the high and almighty, while you pray, im lacing my boots, preparing for the day, the eye of the storm is near and im ready to poke that bitch, and i ain't no bitch, never get on my knees and beg, im on my two feet, standing firm with both my legs, with a grin on my face, fists clinched, im ready for that storm, bring it on bitch, when you face adversity, life is real, step out of classrooms in university, will you fall, we may be on the same step of the mountain but im looking up and your facing down man, our perspectives are different, your mind an infant, while im maturing, steady growing, enduring the cold winter, building enough calluses so i can walk through the floor of a thousands pins laid, tough skins are malleable and made, preparing for the day that my kins are created, living a life without regret, knowing if i look at t

lyrical muscle 3

Meagan wrote this
I'm afraid to close my eyes, and get trapped on the other side,behind the eyelids of night,where dreams and and nightmares resdie,and escape where reality subsides,but what if I never awake to daylight, and how do I know if this moment is a dream or real life,if I touch you will you be mine,or will I wake up in the darkness of fright,am I alive? Or is all this movement and emotion behind closed eyes, behind a confined mind,is it all a lie,we touch,we feel and experience time,but is it an illusion and its prime,am I really writing this rhyme,or it from a world on the other side..
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it is a world from the other side, tap into the spiritual locomotive that we call the mind, electrical signals send images and pictures that transcend the physical, digging deep into the cranium of the elastic scenario played out in the black whole of time, im writing this where the stars exist, use the light to shine the dark where words are lit up by the spark, im writing this where the clouds exist, whirlwinds and twisters drag me down to land, and when i wake up and touch you, you crumble into sand, neither space nor time can tell where we are, are we writing this rhyme or is it the same soul that helped jesus turn water into wine, close your eyes and the darkness breaths light, don't be afraid to close your eyes, look inside, and you will see you handcuffs on your mind, touch your spine and you feel the grip of the snake that has helped captivate, stimulate and at the same time incarcerate your creativity that you've relied on so diligently, so ask yourself, who wrote this, you or me?

Sleeping with sorrow

im in the middle of the sea, drowning, taking my last breaths, crying, tears slowly drift away into the open hopeless, forgotten, ocean, and somehow, i don't care, don't fight it, im drowning and i can't seem to breath, so i just fall, no need to gasp for air, no need to keep warm, let the sea take me, like my problems, when i face the mirror and look at them, it funny cos i don't need a mirror to see them, i see them, like driving in the rain, water droplets strike the windshield, it's dark, im driving fast, drunk almost crashed, 2 am and a bottle of OE, sirens, hoping i don't get caught with a DUI, or ever worse, DIE, cos simply when i feel down, lower than the dirt, i just wish B was never placed in front of IRTH, cos suffering hurts, i just wished i missed all my appointments with disappointment, and i wish responsibilities didn't feel so heavy, but i chose to face them, i can't expect not to swim in the open sea and not get eaten, chopped up and picked on like a pack of nuts at pub, that didn't make any sense, sensing that the hands of bones that i have buried have risen and come to get me, i can hear them awaken, stricken, they represent all the evils that are locked in the deep well, and when i am down, i look down at them, and i see my mistakes, faults and errors, and somehow they drag me down, force the insecure and jealous chris out, speculations, self laceration, jealousy, my soul drinking Hennessy while staring at the girl that im aimlessly attracted to, you see, don't you see, can we see, with societies glasses stitched on our eyelids...

mistakes are good

i've made mistakes in the past, and i have learned that if you make them more than once, you should never make them the second time, cos if you do, you're just hiding from the truth, you're just scared to admit that your old ways aren't working, the message is clear, no time for faking, no need for word play, straight up, like a hook to your jaw, your eyes are open now saw, i mean't see, life isn't all about hopes and dreams, it is about learning the ways of reality, it is about somehow blending pragmatism with a minimalist way of living with out speaking any word of contradiction, living is tough and even though i haven't seen much i know my theories can't be touched, it is a must that i never fall back, complacency is the greatest enemy of realizing your true ability to succeed, i know i am young, still not enough scars and calluses, and in all honesty, im still a virgin at this, but i know my method is clear, invest in all unlimited, forever revered replenished lifestyle, never losing my way, never being wild, a golden child, whose insecurities still run deep, self-declared winning streak, that no one sees but inside i truly believe, and this is one of my truest pieces, burying the bones hidden in my closet, im winning the race that i've set, a fine tuned machine, but still never losing his touch, keeping my mouth shut on topics i know nothing of, cos the phrase "i mean every thing i say, and whatever i say i do" means planning your next move, cos the noisiest man is the weakest man in the room, saying what you can do and doing what you say is the hardest thing you can do, whisper but walk a mile is far more respected than voice of a giant but footsteps of an ant.

attachment and..

attachment and detachment, i thought i was wrong, now i think i am right, but like i said, the enemy of right is self-righteousness, so now, i watch my step like i was a toddler, my learning curve is like a boulder, rolling down fast, there are some life concepts that i need to grasp, this one has plagued me for a while, now i know how to approach it, i see it, i know what to do now, lay awake to the sound of the truth, for we are in a dungeon, blind and deaf, we only need to see and listen, hoping that someone can touch us, pull us away from our misery that we so love dearly, clearly, we don't see the truth so we fight it, dig the scalpel into our eyes and blind ourselves until blood we taste the blood rushing down our mouths, so we scour the earth with no eyes looking for answers, make thousands of mistakes, cutting through the 16 oz stake only to get to the bone marrow, just to realize that the fakeness, knock on wood, is so hollow, so unreal, frozen, the reverse of the opposite raw, seemingly nothing is clear to me, but what i've learned i've searched for, walked for, cry bled, yearned for, dreamed of it in my sleep only to be parallel to the mirror, to the words i speak, may it never fall on mute mouths and deaf ears, this is just a trial run, the real message hasn't begun, just playing with words, nothing makes sense so i continue to bewilder you with obscure abstract facts, but here is the truth, you want to be happy, learn the difference between not caring and detachment, i know you have hands, but learn not to hold on to people, i know you have eyes, look at their soul not her skin as the prize....

speaking on mute

im waiting for you in the corner of the room, waiting for you to reach me, the sound of the silence speaks to me, im crouched down with my knees to my chest, its cold i shiver, i see the mist of my breath, i start to stare and quiver, and think, suddenly i get a headache, i don't know where to go, why do i love to suffer, no one knows, no one sees me, im surrounded by people but there is no one around me, it is morning but i see the full moon, i see the stars, i would love to open up but i think i am afraid to be me, fucking hate insecurity, it runs deep, it is stimulated by the fake truth that we seek, we hide behind fake walls of lies, we cover ourselves by the blanket of insecurity, by doing this we sit back and let our lives play out infront of us on a TV screen, we want to change some scenes but we can't intervene, we see what is going on but we can't change anything, but what do we do, keep on watching, scared to approach and break free from our own skin, we want to smile but we shackle what is within, all we see is the grey, we don't see the vibrant spectrum of the sun, birds flying in the sky, heaven that the sky hides, the stillness of a tree, we don't see life as it is, only for what we want it to be, so we continue to speak on mute, we continue to love and accept this painful view, we want to cry but we ran out of tears, we have no where to go so we bury ourselves a hole, use the dirt to keep us warm because inside we are cold...

a far ride.. oh school

just some thoughts for the mind... what if i was born with blue eyes, do i have to struggle for a dime, and if my hair was blonde and beautiful, would i have to worry about the job interview, what if my skin was black and thick, would i still get weird stares if i said i love the hip to the hop, trying to bubble these thoughts out like soda pop, and if i said i like you and you liked me, can we still wait on it and not rush it, cos love burns fast like a short candle, but i want ours to last forever, eternal, im traveling the education stairway, i could take the elevator up but i messed up the first couple of steps now im left with heavy bags strapped tight on my aching back while i walk the infinite number of steps, cos i know my future is waiting for me on the penthouse suite, i can picture it, i close my eyes and envision it, white leather sofa, my wife preparing champagne and strawberries, toasting to the good life, the sweet life, staring at the stars on the balcony, then looking down below me, the view is always different and you think of all the steps you took to get to this day, and you look at the stars and say, everything was suppose to happen this way, but that aside, that is still a very far ride...

imagery

with my back against the wall, shoulders strapped to the concrete laden walls, hands cuffed, my body hanging, its hot, sweat cascading along the wrinkles of my body, and as i turn my head up, there infront of me, i look and stare, while my body in the air of the heat remains bare, my future on a mantle piece, waiting for me to grab a piece, mentally and soulfully piecing the right ingredients and formulas to overcome my fears, while my peers laugh with beer bellies, while they relax and unwind in smokers paradise, im down in hell, battling with my vices, lending my ear to the preacher that preaches bad advices while im salivating over this whores caress, and my soul is asking how will i overcome this, drenched portrait painted by the colours of this hellish abyss, hells gates are guarded by a preying mantis, preying on the shoulders of the extravagant bitch that swipes her credit card on her next coach bag, but inside she just painfully weeps, a painful screech and cry, why do i have to keep up with societies highway, why am i walking barefoot in the fast lane in the expressway, but i just sit back, write and type the thoughts i just had, expressing away with words, adjectives, and each syllable is a syllabus of each second that occurs in my universe, therefore each verse is a world in itself, waiting to be written, waiting to be carved in facebook, where we place our faces infront of millions, and millions, and millions,... peace

intense passion

as you lay naked on your bed, the curtains are open the moon light
enters i see your body's silhouette, my eyes run on your flesh, red
hair, chin to shoulders emphasizes your luscious lips, eyes trace
your back line to your lower spine, i move closer and carefully turn
you over, place my lips on your chest, tongue massaging your breast,
moving slowly south, leaving a memory of the touch of my mouth, and
this is all happening while you silently slumber, stealthily i move
lower, lick my way as move under the sheets, part your legs like
knife through butter, then i lick you between, tip of my tongue at
the cusp of your clit, maneuvering gliding between your second lips,
you moan while your eyes are closed, i insert my hand and you say
ohhh,. keep going don't stop till i arrive, so i thrust and suck,
slither my tongue, chew and spit, pleasing the little ball in your
clit, surely enough you did, like niagara's cliff, my face, wet from
face to lips

the ugly side

there he goes again, mr. i know it all, like a building my ego stood so tall, so bright, it felt like i was headed right, felt like i was right, i guess thats the wall you hit when you drive towards self righteousness, wrongfulness, hopelessness, this pain isn't invisible, it is so damn tangible, and i can feel it in my hands, handling, grabbing, soaking myself with negativeness, like positivity took a dive in the pool of distress, love is my mistress, and i stress over it, i know you don't understand, but lust is in my eyes, hate is in my heart, blood running through my veins is filled with sorrow, my voice is nothing but hollow, yea you can do it, seduce her in two weeks, get her out, date her and next you know you're fed up with her, damn, christopher, you did it again, feeling like shit again, but this is just a phase, im just terribly lost in a maze, something i need to spend some time and contemplate, cos i hate this food on my plate, it trips me out, it is definitely pain no doubt, no it is suffering, and i am facing it head on, trying to move on, trying to get past this sickness that has not only plagued me but the whole of humanity, but i chose to face it, try to meet it head on and hopefully i'll still have my head on, and after this struggle i hope to be a better man,...

what if i tried

as we sit in front of each other, eyes stare at each other, blink once, blink twice, suddenly it turns into a vice, cupid blindfolds us, they say love is blind, it has no eyes, but when we are in love we are blind, we now have no eyes, using our body's desires are our only direction, how come we can't see past the infection, society's ills, magnificently blinding, spell binding, it is an endless cycle of sex and suffering, drinking the water but never quenching, eating but never satisfying, it is never going to end, the endless cycle of suffering unless we chose to break out of it, the media has our kids brainwashed, thinking that quick fixes are the only answers to our bottomless pit problems, i want to break out of it but somehow, im still stuck in the pit, i can't get out, the allures of pleasures of the skin, the deceiving tenderness of ones caress, im stuck in a deep pit where loose women with tattoos and grab a hold of me and drag me down, i try to climb up, using my nails, scraping the rough walls where other men have fallen, the broken nails and blood symbolize past efforts, but somehow i have to get out of this fort, this place, where lust was born, short sighted vices, no clue where we are headed, so i let go off my grip and slip, deep down in sin's pit, the women rip me, tear off my clothes, from the top what a sight to be hold, bruised and battered, damn,,, maybe i should have tried harder, does it really matter???

black girl dance

black girl dance for me, your skin, a deep historic tapestry, embedded in your skin the fragrance of earth's natural coconut powder, from the cotton fields to the fields of queens of ghana, sprinkle me with your love and devotion, for you hold the black berry potion, no not the cell phone, but deep sensual oil that quenches the desert's thirst, bury me into your well, tell me your secrets, let me under your skin shade, farewell the tale of black is unequal to the definition of beauty, young and juve, as the night grows you grow more sexy, kiss me with your thick elegant lips, mesmerize me with your curvy hips, one i can't not resist, watching you dance, i enter hypnosis, body and mind left in a trance, i can't help but approach this unusual eloquent black ballerina whose movements got me locked in a fever, feverishly, dance with me, black girl dance for me,