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My Sword Lies

Bloodless by My Hand

Dull,

For I

Forgot to

Maintain

It's Wit

I AM FOR THE BLACKSMITH TODAY!

I Long for a New

EDGE

ON LIFE!

Inspiration...The Spark

THAT SPARK

Used to Brighten the Streets Where I Lived

In Pitch Black Swampy Blues I

Dwelt in Comfortable Warmth

That SPARK Outshone the Moon

Troubles

Always threatened It's Light But

I Believed in that SPARK

And SHE Believed in ME

But

Hopes and Dreams get Waylaid

BY

Pirates and Reality Shows

And Bush's WAR

and

Failed Love

and

Failed Love

and

Failed Love Hurts

and

The SPARK,

SHE couldn't Take It Anymore

and

SHE

Slowly SMOTHERED Beneath the Baggage

I Am Looking For HER Desperately

For Without HER I am BLIND

I Have Naught...BUT

DARK

Lyrics...

Lyricists are at the root of all music,every movement, words, at the soul of every war, every make out session, every make-UP session, every scripture of his Torah, her Quaran, their Bible,
my hip-hop,
somebody's country or Rock or Reggae,or Blues , physical expressions of somebody's internal tears or internal fears or I'm sorry or
YOU'RE SORRY,
or my struggle makes me wanna kick it or I done finally made it out of this ghetto dawg, come kick it with me, or
throw roses on hip hop cause hip hop is DEAD
or how you gon say hip hop is dead homie we still rockin down here or you fools done took this the wrong mufuckin way, or all i'm sayin is make the words count....that's all I'm really saying....
MAKE THE WORDS COUNT!
But don't sweat the details
cause/but/then
Ice Tea told me "Freedom of Speech just watch what you say nigga"
Cause Rome wasn't the only country with a classic period
shit I come from a Classy People who
forgot/ignore/don't realize
their
Class
...The birth place of written language....shouldn't that also be the birthplace of Literature?....Gotta dance to tell the story tho....gotta sing to the congas, to tell the tale tho,gotta hit the booth to tell the story, gotta pen and pad it to tell mystory herstory

HISTORY
.....maybe then we can make music....
my babies future favorites that'll they'll look back on when they're with their children's children

and be like "Remember when he said...."

Anonymous Me

Immense Prospecting in dark corners

Uncovers mildewed remains of

things long forgotten.. Picture frames

Long since Rotted..The photos barely

Intact...WIND CHIMES SING IN THE DISTANCE

Cardboard Boxes overturned....

ChildHood treasures revealed,

Broken and Chewed by the moths of

Time

Old Transformers Bed Spreads

Nike Air from '88

They've been washed a multitude

graying beneath Bleach's fuzzy Hold

I...I want to see the dirt now

Nose up, sniffing the foul closed in air

A CARDINAL CHIMES IN THE DISTANCE

Old textbooks and High School annuals with

Long forgotten signatures and friendly

"STay Cools", and "Stay Sweets" marked in the liner notes

the faces now aged, many of them...skeletons..

in some Closet

Tears Fall

Absorbed quickly by fresh Pages with

New Ink, Tears forming the Words

MUSICBOX TIPS OVER, A DISTORTED MELODY PLAYS

Wedding Rings and Bob Marley Posters and my BABY teeth..

Some of them cut on Job applications...

Encyclopedia Britannica Volumes with pictures of Hostage crisis

my Heart is There in the Plane

Love in a Fleshy Diary

I dare not Look at it

I DARE NOT

Who AM I?

This Collaboration of the Junk in my Soul

Noone else's treasure

I see LIGHT sometimes in this gloom

When the ISLEY"S croon over a dusty Guitar Riff

beaming lightly thru the Trees in the Forest

Exhale

Breathe Deep

Hold

to contain some of teh Essence

I've seen Light when some writer

Beams their Pen into my SOUL with a

well-place Shot in the Dark

DAMN THE DARK

Nothing much Really matters anymore

Love Doesnt exist

At least not in My eyes

Someone told me My romantic Perception

was Wrong

SO ready to RUN...

I lap around this Attic 4 times...

and 4 times back...

And Then..

Sit Back in my piles of Grief

Where the Hell am I?

A RAIN SOFTLY HUMS ON THE ROOF
Lightning Bolts Flare

Something Glints beneath Baby Clothes

a pen is revealed

Lauryn Hill SERENADES ACCAPELLO

THE WALLS WARM

who AM I?

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Odyssey of the Mind, PT2

I Wish to

Seek out the Answers to All things Mysterious,

Drink

Mead with 100 Elven Maids til I'm Delirious

I want Jah to Give me a Pass to Discover

When I'm Curious

My Love to tighten my Locs when I'm furious

Realize

the GOD inside me yall Im

Serious

Escape for One second thru the GIFT of the

RHYME

With My LOVE in hand, ODYSSEY of the Mind

Leave behind all my

STRESSES

and walk with my KIN

so much to learn like COLORS

I want to dicover

PURPLE

AGAIN

walk thru cotton fields

the STALKS bend in the WIND

sit

silently and wait

I hear my GREAT GRANDS

Singin'

Sit under a Bottle Tree and debate

the Spirits there

High on a mountaintop

Thin Ice and

Thin Air

then prick my RING finger till it

bleeds this

Rhyme

With My Love in Hand, Odyssey of the Mind

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Odyssey of the Mind, Pt1

I Long to Escape these Four Walls with Synaptic Intensity,

With My Love in hand Dip thru Medulla Security..

travel to the past, maybe march with Huey, or visit Cairo, create an Egyptian Trilogy...

I long to fly high above the envious, just starin, transform into an eaglehawk disregard them as carrion,

walk along the shores of the Rhine...

With My LOVE in hand Odyssey of the Mind...

Wish I could see the face of the Voice that haunts my dreams, see thru the eyes of a prophet, defying all meaning...

conversate with ATEN, until it's my time...Wih my LOVE in hand Odyssey of the Mind...

But peace tends to elude the speaker, ills glued to the seeker, my DOVE will enable my Love to be STABLE...

I Mix my emotions on the fly, in a diamond-cut beaker, but this PEN keeps leakin thru me, somebody's speakin, I'm lost half of the TIME...

Until I read my own lines, I just wanna get FREE sometimes...

With my LOVE in hand Odyssey of the Mind

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Undefinably Defined

Wreck

cannot be defined,

but complexity is merely a state of mind..I'm as obvious to your eyesight as an Abstract,

but you, sublimely divide out the colors...

See, you know ME well..

I'm every shape in your inblot test, whatever you need ME to be when the hues of EMOTIONS cause your eyes to bleed...

Water

But

what will YOU be to me?

I Live and Breathe on DREAMS

Because

I choose to

REALITY

has bruised the muscle in my chest

But

It still gives freely, when I'm sleep

But

Will YOU give freely to me?

I was told I had an extra chromosome

IT allowed me to love bein in LOVE

And it made it easier to turn the other cheek

with both hands

BECAUSE

My PRIDE is firmly attached

I AM

the Defined but cant decipher Wreck with

WORDS

I Am

colors and SHAPES and hues

I AM

SMOKE and fog and RAIN and sunshine and MOONLIGHT

I AM

the stardust under a PEGASUS wing

LOOK THERE!

I AM

the OIL

in your incense mixture

FLAVOR

egyptian Musk

I AM

the TINGLE in your gut,

I AM

the "U" in LuST

I AM

the "U" in HuMAN and TRuST

I AM

the LuMP in your throat that accompanies a CRuSH

the tense in your shoulders when it is ALL too much

the cold stream in your VEINS when the handcuffs TOUCH

I KNOW

who I am..

Its up to YOU to decipher who I am to YOU

THE UNDEFINABLY DEFINED

all things to ALL hearts

This Time

Get to KNow me

for

REAL

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