I will be in the skyline sitting with gangland kings
toasting to the matriarch's who brought up our families
most of us had no dads those of us who did
well most of them acted bad when we was kids anyways
we watch over the hood from a court of royalty
trying to instill in the youth a new code of loyalty
no ploy will be stronger then us their ancestors
we send them the vibrations we received from our mentors
among animal spirits, spirit guides, and close family
feasting in the heavens preparing for our passages
some will pray to us while a new body awakes
somewhere else maybe in this time maybe before now
who delineates the timeline that recreates a souls wisdom anyways
it's unheard of the way that we exist there now
my mind, so connected becomes a forest to walk in for those who meditate
i mediate somehow that wisdom is everything and the struggle that the youth done felt
I float over fifteen year olds with knives in their pockets and mickeys in the hands
too drunk too high too complete but told they have nothing
too deliriously woven into the world's emblems
I watch them like ghosts watched me swearing in the winter wind
with ice hanging off their chins as they break windows with rocks
there's more truth to them than the subdued prison mentality
that keeps the city they walk in at a calm
I see them brainstorm to approach a salary
but babies who learn from mimicry lose to those they watch
I hope to be
amongst my friends
I prayed for during this life time
hoping they escaped all forms of genocide that grew within them
sitting at the foot of my elders reading poetry where each word is a new language
made of purer symbols
but i will not forget those who need me
like a bodhisattva I will not escape this world without them
like a cell inside a body that must evolve
to either die and be reborn or to ascend with the whole body of which I am part of
such gestalt thoughts seem complacent but rather I feel drawn to the conclusion
that the illusion is that we can part from the chaos
my inner peace comes from beasts and plants that men see as WILD'
the same ones who hear something we can't that keeps them in their styles
and I wonder whether this is simply a stone I've thrown
rippling on a lake polluted too deeply to swim
and what wonders lie beneath the oceans
will we receive the magic or swear that magic isn't real

You write with such depth & perception ... it amazes me!

But at the same time, you write so long and wide ... that the illusion of "MASS INFORMATION" is overwhelming ... so it's often passed over -- (I've noticed due to lack of responses).

And I know you don't necessarily care about responses, you just wannna get your thoughts and ideas OUT THERE ... plus you can SEE folks have at least clicked on the thread, *whether they read it all or not*

~BUT~

Could you ...

Would you ...

Every once innnna while ... when you're writing ... hit the enter/return button ... and make paragraphs from changing thoughts ... so the levels of information can be easily dissected and read ... in small bytes --

Cuz truthfully, I'm part attention deficit, and part lazy as a mo'fo, so I ain't readin' your long ass joints.

^THIS^ one; however, I did read -- --- and I liked it!!! -- *Very Much*

A guitar string vibrating, a measure of my soul, a breech in the silence --
I've always felt like words come through me & I write them down... they have no master --- gsquared ♥

http://www.soundclick.com/bands/2/photosynthesis_music.htm

I hear you, I have the tendency to ramble,
just like I have the tendency to freestyle at parties in kitchens all night with circles of people around me

I'm taking in what you said though..

It's true that I don't care so much about responses
but I do appreciate and care about the ones I do get, like this
I have the feeling that I'm at a point in my career musically that I have to step things up and organize my efforts

with over 100 songs recorded and over 700 pages of lyrics
there's gotta be some stuff worth re-recording, re-directing, and publishing in concise format..

You're right on the point that I tend to do things to get it out there while it's here with me, but that also means that my music is usually first take when it could be perfected, performed, and recorded in a bigger fashion..

I think about this type of stuff alot.

I might win a trip to South by Southwest as a VIP (I find out in a few days) for that little song I did for that contest---plus I could win that scholarship

I plan on making the most of the trip by going to the daily demo listening sessions and using my pass to get as close as possible to 9th wonder and the other cats there from Brooklyn..

I always appreciate the thought

((wo))

I DID like your post in my six word challenge ... *Good Stuff*


Good Luck with your adventurous endeavors --

A guitar string vibrating, a measure of my soul, a breech in the silence --
I've always felt like words come through me & I write them down... they have no master --- gsquared ♥

http://www.soundclick.com/bands/2/photosynthesis_music.htm

no coincidence that this theme is being played in many ways throughout this forum...take another look and see how often this is expressed so diverse yet the same emotions . the descriptions you make here are so poignant it wreaks...

"keep pennin till the earth birth's your rightful seed then nurture it wit more ink..."
ASIEM
"Kuun fiyah Kuun" Quran
(Be and it is)
" A writer takes his pen to write the words again that all in love is fair" Stevie Wonder




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