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Street poetry is defined as:

Is a form of urban poetry which is characterized by its use of slang and/or use of language that is traditionally used by oppressed people or small groups;

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Thursday, January 12, 2012

Exodus

It is hard to move on the road that is paved with more 'no's than 'yes', and just yesterday I was a child, now its 'what the hell am i going to do now', but everything is taken care of by the Eternal One, and I am the eternal son, so I dont really worry, I let the page turn, while time burns, money is spent and inflated, obesity is more mental than physical, divorced from the empty ritual, questioning the state of mind of soberiety , unhappiness' twin is axiety, take a closer look, then take your eyes out of the book, look out of the box into the farthest galaxies, then look back down to this insane reality, when people talk, we listen, listen like you were hearing the moans of the ocean, when I meditate I hear her, mother earth, I visit and greet ya, with the ganha as my horse, moving along life obstacle course, knowing everything is Gods and not mine, have you ever heard of denial, it is long and it runs deep like the nile, the more we have the blinded we are, using my herb as the light in the dark, then I use the light to read His word, then place the word in my heart and I let it burn, pass it onto others so they can learn, the secrets of life are in you, a life pulsating, full of vibrant colours, my dictionary doesn't contain the word 'speculation', the next word im working on is 'prejudice', I am in hell but preparing for my exodus

Ignorance

Sitting back, peeling away all the traditions, the mistranslations, miscalculation which lead to too many unwanted births, rebuild the philosophy of the church, reconstruct our value system before it really gets worse, a billion dollars in student debt, what a life, not even 30 yet, already got a mini mortgage debt, whatever happened to true education, whatever happened to expansion, why was ignorance allowed to spread? why do we have kids that grow to be parents that still think like kids, just speaking in vain, no entertainment, just sustainment, it is just a cylce, we can't run from it, is it my fault that I was born like this, how does it feel like to be brought up where your philosophies are trampled on, labelled a misfit, a lazy bum, but still not paying attention to them, they are ignorant and they've proved it, so I stay high, always keeping a different view in mind, cos I want to heal, they want to be rich and forget about everybody else, sick, sick, I can't have it, sent from God, fallen on the basket, resurrect with a hatchet, a mind full of intellectual gadgets

Big picture

Moving through life like an arrow from the eye of the sparrow, to a door that is so narrow, c'mon quick and follow, the educational system is full of hopes and wishes only to be skewed by the monetary system, infected minds teaching our kids, then the kids teach the next batch, they've got the kids even before they've hatched, and once they finally see the truth, they'll be buried, asking how did they become so stressed and worried, lines accumulating, blood pressure elevating, but if people only took time, instead of continuously digging in the mine, looking for weekly paychecks, they don't know it is taxed, that means your money is not yours and thats the fact, thats funny, businessmen and scientists, teachers, workers, lawyers, don't even know how sick the system is, look at it, unsustainable, the philosophies are ridiculous, and it all started from anger, then greed, then lust, like a weed planted amongst the seeds, confusion, mistrust, lies, the cycle repeats itself, they are land dwellers, elves, stuffed in their own internet fantasy, but truly, no one sees the bigger picture, no one cares to see...

Different view

Walking down the winding road, saying hello to strangers, misleading ideas, a life that was suffocated with lies, seeds growing to become rotten, faith and religion, have we forgotten, or is it only on sundays, what a big mistake, faith only for one day, following a path that leads only to unhappiness, foresight is really a gift, get a different view after the spliff, what is next, when 8 hours is spent next with the cousin of death, taking orders from the blind, lost, and ignorant, material pleasures melt in an instant, but who am I to speak, when my angle of view is meek, one dimension, but it pierces through the elements, a keen observant view of the everyday atoms and molecules, while we drift away into another day dream, followed by our daily work scheme, take a different view of the same picture and you'll notice that happiness is missing, forever wishing, chasing dreams that die in the blink of an eye, still swimming in the material pool, never aware of the natural rules, from karma no one is excused, mouth full of drool, hypnotized by the tv frequencies, walking up but the third eye still asleep
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