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The Watcher

We live to garner misty eyed history
What’s the jewel in a vision when a fool can twitter wisdom?
Rumours fuel the cistern, news drives the piston
Gears of war we shift them
Buy into the download without questioning trade position

Occupy, religion, a petition for peace
A theism will be the currency of the beast
You’re a zone soon timeless imprisoned by reservoir dogs
Chanting for the real man as though man can really be God

Trying to educate Rita’s I wonder why we bother
It’s like impregnating women that don’t want you as the father
Time to face the ugly truth, talk about pre-Madonna’s
Charisma carpenter’s superficial
Seems we’re finishing in the darkness
Fighting the fiction of forefathers
Enshrined in Jean Paul Sartre
Claiming to be Levite rooted amidst a climate of dishonour

Fiscal factions, code masters, program us to disarmour
The liberty once fought for
When’s the roll going up yonder?
Has earth ever been this sombre?

The romance of advances an antidote to privacy
Increase taxes in broad daylight
Yet want to jail us for prayer and piracy
Minority reports, majority too blind to see
Animosity retorts truth is a crime, believe
Elohim mixed spit with dirt
My template for life in rhyme to bleed.

So Sick it’s almost tasteful
Tell your ears grab a plateful
So much Scheisse’s served in factual fable
I wonder are we Cain or Able?
The governments lost its bite
The army seems so sabre
Bobby Caldwell brought the light
Now we’re spotting signs of illumination

Earthquakes, typhoons volcanoes
An ex Fugee helps the Haitians
Black panthers are chocolate Nazis
Who never get de nominations
Napalm’s the new facial
Post a picture to your Facebook
You’ll see a Christian observing Ramadan
Before a Sharia leader tastes pork
Cos gaining status is a cakewalk

Is that incite or hate talk?
Fork in the revelation?
When some folks job is to ignore
I wake them with this my resignation
I’m just an apprentice baker
Serving a piece of peace to the creation
What is the truth of freedom?
When speaking your mind is inflammation
See they tie us to the net
Drip feed us degradation
Wiki leaks are demonised
Yet divorce is information
Consumerism is a religion
Where every guru gains a saint hood
Some worship fame and money
Then claim to the world there aint a God
Am I a bible basher because I dare to name God?

Mass conversions on the rise, trending topic, it aiint hard
There’s no tape for me to duct down so join my fight on the same card
In time a poet will be known as saying instead of their name
The bar(re)d

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The Altar of Existence

Altar of Existence – Audio

It’s a new day. A new dawn
and with a yawn,
I wake…to face another day
with disgust and disgrace in my heart.
I’d rather sleep than face reality.

See, in my dreams is world where all is revealed.
No hidden truths; lies are not allowed
so we take every word at face value.
Two faces do not exist; everyone’s one face…is priceless.
No one is trying to stab u in the back
so we don’t need eyes in the back of our head.
Go head, stand there.
Speak up, speak out!
No need to scream or shout; cause we listen.
Can u hear that?
Peace, calm, tranquility, equality
all is lost…in reality.

Economy is at an all time low.
Crime is at an all time high.
It’s a vicious cycle.
Mothers and fathers killin’ families;
Babies killin’ babies;
U killin’ me; I’m killin’ u.
People! killin’ people.
I’m tired…just let me sleep.
My heart is heavy,
I’m on the verge of breaking down, giving in, not giving a fuck!
Yo 7, wassup?

I’d say I was chilling with my 1 love, listening to one love
Marley rolls in his grave cos we’re sheep whose very hums are bugged
Pin hole cameras in your Xbox, sitting behind your eggs box
No free speech in the court room cos even evidence is dubbed
It’s trial by blog talk, jury by stoning
The west takes hits to its sight from china’s back boning
They’re Roberta Flack moaning cos the stars hate their stripes
It doesn’t take an inception to see the dark night
Rising
House of the sun
It’s a new dawn, a new day
Is new what we’ve become?
No more colour bars in our global village
Culture distilled like rum
Tossed in the mixer
Chopped up in the blender
Theft is multiculturalism, in this game I’m a defender
Communism committed suicide in the name of rebranding
Left its sperm in the Industry now debt is happy landing
Chains are jangling, eff it we’re all enslaved
Nobody has any money or a proper job to get paid
Just paid off or laid off
Vanity hoes are the middle men that rich Arabs and Jews break off
Too many so called true schoolers are no more than planes doomed to crash soon after take off
So I rhyme my self discovery let Sir Francis call it a Drake off

Most of our time is wasted
ill spent as an empty vessel.
Engulfed by the digital scene
while the devil snatches our soul thru the Windows screen,
lifeless.

Crash!
“…it’s the sense of touch.
I think we miss that touch so much, that we crash into each other just so we can feel something.”
Crash!

We all
fall
down.

Humans are the only animals that don’t mind being trapped in a net.
Caught in the web…of lies and deceit
sometimes I despise
this very existence.

And when u speak
U got me waist deep in your ish.
All that bull u spew is cool in a clique
but when u ain’t got the heels
or balls at all to stand on your own
something’s wrong.

I choose sleep than reality.
I dream of a world where all is revealed.
No hidden truths; lies are not allowed
so we take every word for it’s worth.
No disguise to hide behind.
No make up to make up a different you.
No façade, charade or masquerade.
We see the real, raw, uncut…the true.

Softly I close my eyes
slowly I drift off
to a deep slumber.
Sleep.
(end)

Party Popper,
We click to our clique good and proper
Type into the hype
Get a gob stopper when the invite’s not in Arial
Naïve like Ariel
Need to re-tune our aerials
I’m at dis ease with this venereal virtual insanity
Remember when cyber sex was the only virtual reality?
Put on your 3D glasses, consume the lewd hologram
No more soul by the pound
Man is just a hollow gram sniffing at the crack
Getting high off what he lacks, what happened to the hustle?
So used to being an ass we’re acquainting the bustle
Feathers ruffle, fluorescent colours dry
Painting the life and times of tontine
Even bards fall off line, trying to be, online
It’s abuse of the mind
Big brother’s just a paedophile
Grown folk grow puerile the moment they turn style
Through social network turnstiles
The sonic booms without guile, worth no more than the rouble
Credit where due but even the streets view is Google

Analytics, permissions, terms and conditions
Caught in a torrent of self delusion and Orwellian vision
Liberalism cries foul at conservative inclination
So they down load the truth with spurious justification
Every click is recorded yet we yell privacy invasion?

It’s information with insinuation where terror cells are angry birds
They saturated the net so people die to get heard
Peace needs to be more than a word
Demons have us dancing for morsels
You got served by the very thought of
Soul seek and soul search
Tell me why real talk seems to be known as CHURCH

Who really knows their worth?
This mess seems polemic
This multiplex called earth suddenly seems less scenic
Full of nerds, perps and beatniks though I wouldn’t want to be um
So I get off my chair and leave the coliseum
Alone

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