The way my mind races
To and from so many places
You think I’d know the drill
How to just get my fill
It’s a real tough situation
Caught up in rabid imagination
Thoughts are spending time in gestation
Not ideas, more like inspiration
Revelation flows from heaven
Dripping like bread that is unleavened
We rest on day number seven
So you can get your engines revvin
And prepare yourself for the work
That you may indeed never shirk
To bring to pass and build up Zion
Self-perfection, communities tryin
Tryin so hard to see the visions
Of hope faith charity in decisions
Not drawn off by all derisions
Repentance, a life revision
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why is such a cold, heartless place
warm and cozy during the day?
wear a jacket for warmth
end up getting burnt
this is no good
nothing is as it should
winter come quickly
so i can wrap up closely
to a woman i feel so close to
and she’ll snuggle like she’s supposed to
or not
i’ve lost my game
no dates recently
but soon i’m going to take a girl out
and make her know what i’m about
shoulda never let dan meehan out.
today i realized
no i remembered
my head’s out in the sky
thoughts in the clouds
no joke i swear it
nothing beautiful that i saw
and i mean to say i saw it all
except i saw her. she’s so beautiful
the only light
in a cloudy day.
why can’t i be good enough for her?
to talib kweli’s eardrum.
inspiration flows
where it goes
no one knows
it always shows
keeping the time like big ben
checkin what it is when you check in
nothing like you put paper to pen
and the ideas come once again
the cold dark road
met by the warm rays of sun
standing ontop of the world
watching as the day has begun
the sun pokes through the clouds
rises slowly, waking the earth
the view from the top of the mountain
reveals a valley of purple mist
and the closer you get to the edge
the closer you come to eternity
soon racing down the road
trying to outrun the sun
trying to run out of fun
exhausting your interest of the green world
finding that you can take it all in
even at breakneck speeds you’re amazed
and soon the sun is high overhead
a day spent following its arc
a day well worth the effort
like a piece of art hung in the Louvre
i’m on the go, i’m on the move
yeah the Mona Lisa was a piece of work
a plain looking girl world renowned for her smirk
things aren’t fair for the artist
even thoughthey’re the ones who work hardest
and they’re the ones who push themselves farthest
no money for the masters or greatest
but theirs is eternal fame.
these are two separate, related things.
it’s all madness
we can’t stop the sadness
just see the pain and hurt
where are our priorities?
cast upon the golden sanctuaries
false hopes and dreams caught up in these
we need to retire, stop the fight
so we can come back and make wrong things right
our world is too big for us to imagine
your life is too big for you to be stagnant
our lives are the ones that we can rule
you can do it all if you just try to make it true
wishes and dreams can become reality
when we retire to simplicity
cast off the titans
take on your life
the way of rational thinking is hubris
to believe that we know and can ascertain a knowledge
anything beyond that which can be felt is worthless
if only because feelings come from our mind
i think therefore i am, i feel therefore i think
i care because i know i feel and it’s all together
a mind linked by the knowledge of feelings
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some stuff will go here soon. don’t die before then.
