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I left my Tree to bare

it's own fruit,

to stand against the wind,

Alone for it's previous sin

And it pains me, flogs at ..... an exposed heart to see that beautiful Tree forfeited,

by a rational mind bounded by self-afflicted emotional wounds

I left my Tree to bare it own fruit, to fight the waves of the coming sea, oh how it pains me, oh how it flogs at my soul, the toil that can never be fully told...

Secrets! How I loath them. Shall we fly to a undiscovered corner of the globe. Drop them in Middle Earth, Lost Loves’ legends never to re-told. Until time runs in reverse and the Un-Living are streaming motion once again.

And if it had not been for that Previous Sin, I would have love thee. Fought off floating oceans and crisscross urban jungles to steal a glimpse of just one leaf of that Tree.

Oh how it pains me, oh how shall I bare the burden of that sweet fruit being tasted by someone other then me. Or worse, Salted Seas that steal the moisture from the Oceans’ breeze

Back an forth thrashing at the roots. It Stands tall! Reach for the never ending light. AHHHHhhh, toil toil toil.... And then.... !

And Then!

Forgiveness... you...no...WE are at peace

Let Romeo Die

A silken model once told me you don’t know what love is. For Thee only likes the idea of me. As Heavenly Love is never brawling in its nature. Have you oh Homo-sapiens been infected with the tenacity to forever twist ill will intentions?

You don’t know that love is, merely you like the idea of me. A voice so cold echos to a hollow soul reaching for beauty obtained only in sweet visions of the hereafter.

And why should I love openly? Exposed hearts waiting for imminent daggers. Like the cleft torso of the fallen soldier, left departed shields walking through desolate battle fields.

Per chance the sweet anguish of love reminisce should never be forgotten. Image if we had a Dog’s sense. To be slapped down and still pleasing. Could there be beauty in that?

So love screams and humans dream to be baptized in a purifying sea.

So oh mankind grab an attentive ear, and take note. Let Romeo die a thousand times over, let him walk the gates of Flames’ kiss! Let oh sweet hollowed love anguish touch me, and I shall endure...For this is the seed of happiness.

WATER

As it slips through my hands, shapeless as it forms, refreshing as it touches, the bodyless substances embraces everything

And they call this first class?

I got this kid kicking me in my back
He don’t know me I don’t know him, he might get SmAcKed!
I got this kid kicking me in my back
I share not one atom of DNA or smaller then that

iPod blaren, hip hop staring, Down the Canal of culturally bleached ears. Suburbia skin has no fears except those extracted when Columbine tears.

Facade

Oh Allah absolves me of my sins.
I have traveled this world form end to end,
They tell me to wait on the Madi looking at the TV, when the true concepts embodies you and me
Eloquent restrictions of Islamic afflictions lead to addictions Bent on,
Strong On, Intellectually charged on changing this status quo
I swear by god, this Façade be a fraud with fake promises of Earthly eternal bliss,
pursued in Bugatti forms of happiness

Run, run, run, run, surely you’re goinga run…From your own death insensible like a man’s lips clasped trying to blow out the Sun.

Ghetto Hegemony

Some people like to be caught up in their own world
With the predatory procedures of guns drugs and girls
Real men laugh at the pursuit of ghetto hegemony
I’m going to ride these atoms until the second death swallows me!

Visions of Falling, Dreaming, Floating, Believing Being

It seems like I'm not moving as I open my eyes, the horizon's perpetual demise. A wondering mind, adrift.... floating oceans, cris-crossing space and folding time.

As I gaze with subliminal haze, sleep walking through my mind, musical vibrations of string theory. How everything is constant, yet flux-ant.
Born as a living testament.

What if this window was to go? Blow Window, Blow! Would Allah save me? Bounce me off the Earth's Face, oh my God, would it not phase me.
Scream!!!

But I'm no prophet, would my fall be my victory?
Ushered straight to heaven, past sins forgiven before even the vision of a flame could touch me?Sleep-sitting, lookin out this window..... Falling......floating......dreaming

Why is this horizon so still?
Tamed by God. It laughs at false deities, engulfs whole cities.
Bore witness to oppression and every capitalist obsession.
The mothers prayer, the travellers scare, the little brothers dare

It is not these wings that hold me, as I sail, falling, dreaming,seeing, believing, Being. But the One who repeats this dawn constantly without pillars holding this SKY, As I fly. Drifting....buoyed by floating oceans to floating seas