free flow (just writing no breathing)

it's so hard to be original sometimes
like you get an idea, you feel that flow
you ask yourself have i heard this before?
or is this new to me?
so you say yes, it's all nouveau
and you start your journey of writing this piece
fiction or fact
writing nonetheless, till you feel like you've squeezed the juices of your imagination
and stretched out your imagery completely
and you read it over and over
making corrections here and there
realising oops, i said that in a rhyme a time back
hmm, that word is to verbose, so you look for a better fit
then you sit
and read and re-read again and again
till it feels right
and you sit and smile
feeling so good, so full
such a high
and you feel proud that you got it out
you love the flow
and you 'pop that collar
and let it marinate.

and then she walks up and is like yo!
"that looks like my scripture but written with a different picture"
and you gasp and realise it's true
you've fallen victim to the ism of plagiarism
you knew when you wrote that line you'd heard it before
and you sigh and can't believe the scene
you just fell prey to the unoriginality beam.

a kafka short

life evolves
dissolves until you get to the core
the surface hides what's inside
hides your reality
should you reveal the truth?
truth that sometimes burdens the soul
truths left unsaid by the tongue
truth that can resolve
or create more chaos?

life teaches
lessons no book could script
fact not fiction
we have the evidence right before our eyes
yet we repreat the sins of our fathers and fore fathers
hoping to be that change
memories that take longer to forget
can't forget the mistakes

mistakes begat growth?

life begins

when we release that fear

wisdom reappears
rebirth of the sorts
a kinda renewed sense of self

recognition of your destiny

destined to be more than
self-respect
self-esteem
love for self
selfless

mind trip

can i
get high with you?
can i be your golden sunset Malibu?
lounge on the sun tanned sand, watching the crimson horizon
aqua waves breaking neath our toes
crystal clear waters stretching beyond our imagination
lost in the purple essence scheme of creation.

can i

sing you a verse?
converse on an alternate universe,
where gravity has no hold, no pull on potentials
venus and mars drifting towards infinity
socializing through the prisms of conscious undertones
intergalactic magnetism to the cosmos

can i
brush my lips across your cheek?
chemical reactions when our skins meet
runs down my spine, through my thighs, and bursts into my feet
the unique alchemic explosions of fresh air
drags our energy out, forces these connection to the surface
fear of falling combust as the working catalyst

can i
from your mind get a reading?
nourishment to a soul in need of healing
in my hand your heart i hold
love's spring dew to suffocate that burning inferno
dampening your being with sweet drops of my feelings
awakening to rays of new beginnings.

the seeds.

my mind drowned, drenched in perspiration
yo! i just grew tired running on creative concentration
my mind, no lie, is the most active beat within I
transforming this caterpillar into that mocha butterfly

cruising.

no longer a slave to the tyranny of censorship
i stand by the views that spew from these phat lips
my hips, they sway to bounce you outta rotation
damn! all this time you missed the correlation?

through words.

between the me, the you, the we and the them
gaining the skills needed for that legendary wisdom
my faculties weary, not sure how to interpret the truth
throwing isms and skisms at a soul that's bulletproof

bounce back.

this thesis was proven twenty times over and still
those naysayers again with their negativity pill
there was no last laugh to claim the number 1
'not looking back' became my working theme song

this wisdom.

so i've spoken my truth for my tongue is so pure
boomerang, bang! it'll hit ya, kosher for sure
speaking a language that y'all never understand
i rather fight with my words not with my hands.

driven.

(besides, i just got my nails done!)