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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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Screw You and Your Status

I’ve got so many friends and only 2 say hi to me
I’ve got so many friends and nobody clicks like on me
I’ve got so many friends and they don’t pop up on IM to me
I’ve got so many friends I might not sigh quietly
I’ve got s many friends that this is a site to see
I’ve got many friends and they must be blind to me
I’ve got so many friends and their quiet as my library
I’ve got so many friends they don’t even lock I’s with me
I’ve got so many friends, so, so many friends…am I lying to me?

They’ve got subscribers, some are drinkers some are writers
I’ve got lurkers and hiders, Chinese whispers and biters
They’ve got fervent comments playing blinds
I’ve got fermenting reminders, invites not replied to
I’ll stomp my feet and cry – who – will see my tears
Forget the sum this is status of all my fears
Before this I waited all my years, for my peers
Stalled my gears, now I unleash my drive
Like my status, keep me alive
Go on…click like…let this caged bird sing
It’s not like I try to talk to you or anything

I mean come on now….I’m the sexy one
I’m the one with intellect
You’re just a cheesy ponce why am I receiving negelect
Your’e Times New Roman, I’m the hip Calibri font
Friend Request Me, I’m the one you really want
I’ve got so many friends, so many friends
The news never ends, this blues never ends.
This heart never rends, I am twitter trends
Click like on you …..well that depends
Psyche

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Just a thought – social networks

Imagine a world where we didn’t have Facebook or MySpace, where we didn’t have a box to tell our friends and random people from where ever in the world what we think. A place where we would be able to show people the great madness of our latest adventures, celebrations or revelries; A place where we could freely meet people from the safety of a TFT monitor and if we felt aggrieved we could block or delete that person from our virtual social consciousness.  Would we then spend more time developing the networks  of people we have seen face to face without the aid of a monitor and camera and share more with them? Would we all have events where we bring our photo albums and have slide shows of places we’ve been over the past few months? Would we text or call our friends with the random stuff that our minds produce?

Internet social networks…because we can’t be bothered to invite our friends round? Or making the world a truly Global Village?

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Letter To My Next

I’m hoping my writing will be delivered with perfect timing
My Body clock says it’s a late storm
But I’m hoping you’re… ready to light me
Strike me
Like lightning
Little hater inside me knows I’m ready to fight me
Step outside me, brush aside me
Take residence and step against the not like me inside me
Let you set me on fire till I’m flashing brightly
Red Yellows Blues and Greens
Open my eyes to your ocean colour scene
So that I can read between the waves and motion
Wade in the water of devotion out from the sure
Find you and float in the real and the pure
I already know you’re demure, conscious and prized
I don’t have to throw lines for you to be caught by surprise
In the rule book of life we may have played on opposite sides of the law
Straight fly we know our flaws, know where the floor is
Love knows where the door is but only shows us the key
How you and I haven’t yet met when we’re meant to be?
All I wonder is how can we decide the main verse if we don’t even know the key
Life writes the interlude then the pre
Builds us through our history and creates our future
Establishes the true you
Defines a true me
Our lines have to cross and bind till you and I become a true we
I’m blind to you but I don’t stroll in the dark
We’re just two mammals making our way to the ark
I can’t say that we will be a walk in the park
Or a stroll on the promenade
Times may get hard but I know you are rich in value
We’ve got to value OUR values or there will be hitches
I want to bless and gain blessings through your riches
No name calling. No bastards, no bitches
Lets communicate and scratch itches
Hoping you and I don’t flee
Being hitched is what its made to be
I don’t say cracked because your love mendeth me
I am softer than concrete you are my rose
The rhythm pattern in my flows
You are more precious than ivory,
I’m tall but you heighten me
You are the nightlight and the sunrise
The words of the songbird my heart is talking through
Blood sweat and tears I’ll pour for you
See laborious minds make for victorious times
The moment we step on love
We just stepped on our time
Our landmines
Lets explode together
Touch the sky as we hold the clouds
Have our eyes look up not down
Dry eyes in the midst of a frown
Already a queen already crowned
Yet I want you to have my jewel, my seal
Hold you like shore is held by the sea
Surround you like an orange is its peel
You will be the only temptress to which I yield
True love only exposes
I bring more than a ring of roses
A heart that you can’t dispose of
The strength to strengthen you all over
To be with you I’ll be luckier than the Irish in a field of clover
Intoxicated yet sober
From Timbuktu to the white cliffs of Dover everyone will know the worst kept secret
Richly in love we are meant to be that
Athletic millionaire I may not be that
Subject of my art you can’t just be that
A mere portrait to expose this poets trait you can’t just be that
You are the doctrine
I believe that
A heavenly blessing I know I’ll see that
The real love in me you unleash that
Coffee and sugar we can be that
Cos we need each other can’t you see that?
Unstoppable force meets the immovable object
To me I hope you don’t object as we court
Play ball and enjoy the heat
Love never needs to beat, compare or compete
As long as we have love, friends and family
Faith, harmony in the sanctity of matrimony
No games geared towards getting paid via alimony
Baby and then a divorce
I’m in this for life even if times we stray off course
See life is life but on judgment day when I give that account for all
I want God and all of heaven to know
I was proud on earth to have been
Yours faithfully

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Reality Got Talent

Whose sob story will rob glory, whose is the most gory
Who is so unkempt their rendition is bound to draw me
Like Tony Hart, except their art probably will morph me
Inform me then implore me because the vote nymph is horny
But the trash acts they bore me to the point channel hopping seems a daunting challenge
See we’re living through the evolution of the pageant
Where fame is 30 seconds scavenging, rich judges be ravaging, mental health damaging
And rehab seems like home, for the have not’s to manage in. Those who made it stave off panicking
Penniless having had the win, the real money was never seen – the cameras and the madness seemed like a sin
365 days later and dust settles, discarded like rusty metal unless the masses still buy your mettle
No more floors of rose petals have you still got your head?

What people tweet about, speak about, update FB about is more than what they be about.
We got knee jerk media hounds, Facebook groups that tear you down, jealousy queries and sneers with classic veneers, why their reality wasn’t all Hollywood smiles and fake tears
Is that where we’re geared?
We want it right now and we got it right here, talent battery produced not hand reared
Real talents lose their zeal and the feel for what they called real
Remember when virtual reality was just for computer games
Now we got virtual insanity by conveyor belts of fame
Everyone knows the rules and they still they complain
So when everybody plays the fool do you hate the player or the game?
Heaven the pie in they sky for which I aim
My reality is abides under the divine camera fame
But I’m a sucker for life and there’s no edits till I fade.

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