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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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Monday, January 23, 2012

Moving through the frequencies

Moving through life with the speed of light, not noticing all the miscues, late dues, fixation on perfection has me on the edge, staring at the life in front of me, mechanical, that's not for me, a life of poetry, in my mind I see the shore, reality is keeping score, the real world is tangible but it is still worthwhile to let your imagination run wild, in a place where intelligence is second, rigidity comes first, what is it worth, seeds that grow to be ignorant and deaf, starring at the pool of material consciousness, on a hot day, it begs me to take a dip, swim around a little bit, then I take a dive, a dip then turned into a full out swim, next thing you know, you're all wrinkled, full of chlorine, but thats what life is, read between the lines man, don't get caught up in misery, negativity, it is not a part of me, but it is everywhere, even in the eyes of farmers that plant seeds, with all that shit, I still stay positive, I keep that flame in my heart, it burns like a phoenix in a cave, my dreams marinate while I sleep, and when I wake, one day, I will have my cake, eat it and reminisce about the struggles, how my feet were held to the fire, and how my thirst was quenched by a higher knowledge, so I stand on the edge between two mountains, choose which side my dreams are most certain, moving through life with new eyes, a new face, reinvigorated passion, that will never die, a midst a snow storm,

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
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