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Lonely Are the Brave

Lonely are the brave,

 David was a single man

Married to the stones throw

Took liberty with a single hand

Obama has no spin for now

Behold us home on foreign land

I dream of fish

The anthem of the underground

Lives of others are our own

Freedoms lost to symbols in the sand

 

The roar of advertising hoards

The scent of hounds caught

Colour blind gentiles wishing they thought

Fox prophets not Mayans forethought

Forefathers forewarned

You play in the NDAA asking who dropped the ball?

Drink to Change Y’all

Rewind, reframe, he promised change Y’all

He brought change y’all

You sliced the turkey he  gave your rights away  Y’all

Happy New Years Day…Nah

 

Let the globe fall in Times Square

Cos Time’s square

Made your bed you better lie there

You might die there

1.5 million background checks in six days?

Civil war on the horizon, no more crime there

Fewer people owning more guns

No mention of hip hop are they high there?

Cheap rhetoric  woven like denim in wool clothing

The island is now the Octagon you’re in a fight there

Paid off the bill of rights like a poker debt

Goodnight Terror Hello Education

Soundtrack to the Struggle

Low key abomination

  

My insides out sight

Live amongst web sites

Detain and kill poet

I’ll take a shot to the head write

Paralytic insight

Everybody has their price tag

I’m just trying to be lead right

Bullets cost privacy

We got to be dressed right

So much food for thought

Who wants to be fed right?

 

Chess Boxing and Politics

Idolatry frivolities

Mixed race Mixed Messages

It’s in his nature no apologies

Slanderous sugar sweetens coffee cups

Jihad is everywhere

Who told you not to give a F***

Bank rolled you to give it up

Great Land of America have your balls shrivelled up?

Have you learned to zip it up?

Little Britain I ain’t started yet

America stopped saying suck?

NDAA hockey game

Human rights are the puck

 

Oh the Land of the Free………and the Home….of the ……Brave

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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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Rays Ft MizzFab

I saw light flicker through the blinds
no longer blind , i knew the world was mine
no ours, no hours
to waste
they waste time on hating
two negatives
dont make a positive
No more palindromes of paradox or perogative
My vision is nitrous oxide, I’m ready to drive
Blow out the flame of past pain
wipe out the not again
mistakes have been my oxygen then I changed the tanker
Vitriol came in a vial but it wasn’t a banker
No more effing with the canker
I’m a jolly W*nker
Ready to tango with success while my haters turn into fanta
Now where reaching for the clouds,time to turn their nonsense down
Break through death’s smog emission
Till I am free again
Till I can breath again
My heart is beating again
Sunshine scribing
Maybe we can put hope in the atmosphere
its time to heal mother earth
love is a phantom ghost
jealousy has somehow hindered conectivity
social networking now the breakdown of humanity
an excuse for people to act more stupidly
Folks act like they’re the praying mantis yet they get smoked liked buddha
Name called in the J Hall, black tune white sound
Shudder…
When the I am I can reads shoulda woulda coulda
I amp up the heat dissolve all the sugar
It’s game time on this trainline they call me formula durex they way I burn rubber
Burn down pages ,then restart this
journey
it’s time for rebirth
spring melodies
it’s a time for peace
time to release
hate
its been enslaved in hearts
for too long
we’ve been slipping
for to long
now it’s time we move on
Dub, like the proverbial
sacrifice to deserve it all
love so sick its terminal
Peace to the fervent war
outer cry the inner roar
we hang in the balance like trapeziums were platforms
waiting for a new day
time to break away from the norm
reaching for the stars
connect em like dots
we all have our spot
in the great circle
time to move forward
instead of falling back
we don’t change our ways we plait forms
scratch our air till the viny’ls worn
The concept of me ain’t a stuck record its just a waste of space in a hater base
Where I live ain’t a free base
a mistake an’t a choke
yet we hang onto the past like we playin the bar dumb broke
Pigeon pie instead of humble chips
You call them honest if they mumbles less
fumble less
its a dog eat dog world but folk love to jungle dress
Y’all ain’t ish on a shoe until you kiss ass then you’re polish
How can we can a culture of peace when we’re less cultured than the amish
yet it isn’t the time to be hopeless
we survivors ,birthed for success
programmed for violence
the time is now
to stop all this
heal all of this
get real
no one wants any of this
clock is ticking
time is running up
no substance
no heart
the time is ours
to stand up and speak
to unite
there’s to much hate
there’s to much war
it’s time we
started living
i mean that’s
what we are
alive for
we meld dreams into words
we live for tommorow
not settling on today…..

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The longest kiss

We embraced each day like a bohemian sunset kissing white sands for the last time

Kissing like plans and time,

Explicitly entwined like lovers covered in honey

stuck in the buzz

In our moment we are, we were, we simply be

Still like the breeze before and after the storm

Pregnant with a future yet to be born yet we were fully formed

Feeling like casualties of a pacifists war we… tore up blue prints and scripts to be enlisted

See true Happiness is continually fought for never gifted

Sojourners drifted into our paths like floating pieces of wood to renew hope

When my lust is pure the only loved one I’ll grope for will be

My life

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Diary

7 December 2009

He cut a disconsolate figure, proud black felt like a silhouette,

He’d once stood like a minaret, dressed minds like vinaigrette, yet he got tossed like salad and got smoked like a cigarette

Everybody called him Nicorette, his hope came and stayed in patches

He never lost his fire to inspire, in spite of job matches that didn’t see him as a catch

His

Mind never dropped the ball

Head was a whirlpool of hard falls, and big walls

Glass ceilings and doors, familial wars and sores from the pores opened up through feelings of being poor.

December 8, 2009

Felt like every time he tried to work the magic his electricity attracted energies that made him static not ecstatic

He wanted to be ex static using his laboured fruits to gain current, stay current, never need to be a feign lover, always a main lover, man you had love for

Big Brother, future husband, the brightened son that eclipsed the moon and made her beautiful

Inside he stayed truthful like the ocean knowing she will never be a dry mass

He took another class to be class, never cut class as while steadily defining his shape

He was blooming late photosynthesis took place at sunset,

The power of his flower was not enough he needed a run & gun threat

Less heart more head, of logic he was the balanced vet in the game

Politics was a sweet science like boxing yet he fought at range

His jabs hit veins but rarely drew blood,

He was an artist that couldn’t always harness his true love

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