October 2009
2 posts
WHERE IM AT...
THIS CALM STATE PUT MY MIND AT EASE-
COOL BROOKLYN BREEZE RAISES THIS NATURAL SENSE-
FOLLOW ME INTO THIS EMOTIONAL TURMOIL-
RIGHT OR WRONG MY PORES WILL OPEN TO IT ALL-
TEACH THE LEARNED WORD..
September 2009
3 posts
YES SIR IT HAS BEEN MINUTE
ME AND MY LADY LOVE MOVED TO BROOKLYN SO A LOT OF AMAZING IMAGES WILL SHOT AT TYOU.. WHO EVER YOU ARE- STAY TUNED
August 2009
52 posts
SUN KISSED ME
ADORAMUS TE,CHRISTE, ET BENEDICIMUS TIBI:
QUIA PER SANCTUM CRUCEM TUAM REDEMISTI MUNDUM..
CRACK HEAD......
IM’A COMIN HOME!!
.......TIEMPO
OUR TIME HAS BEEN SPENT WELL…
THE POND NEEDS WORK ALL THE FISH MIGRATED.
THIS SUN IS FADING,MY HEART GROWS BURNING..
SPEAK WITH YOUR EYES FOR ALL YOU SEE IS FULL..
SHARE WITH YOUR SOUL AS WE LIVE AS ONE FULL SCENE-
CUT- TAKE TWO..
FOR ONE IS MINE!
SOIL,SUN AND WATER..
OUR TIME HAS BEEN SPENT WELL…
LONG DAYS
WE GOT LONG DAYS, ACCOMPLISHMENTS MEAN NOTHING-
YOUR LIFE IS NUMBERED, SICKLE CELL SET’S IN-
SWOLLEN EYELIDS SHUT CLOSED FROM BURNING TEARS-
I HUNT FOR SHADE TO COVER MY EXPOSED MIND-
CLOSED TO YOU,OPENED TO THE STREETS-
RYTHYM SYNCPATED HEART BEATS-
WE CONNECTED ALONG THE SAME STREET, I LOST MY EYE-
SIGHTS DIFFER FROM STREET TO STREET- SMILE FOR YOUR HEART HAS SETTLED
TIGHT...
BLACK
MONSOON RAIN
SUN RACE
BLACK CHIPS
FALSE SAUSAGE
YOUR HUT OR MY HUT
THE NOOKIE
KEEP RACKIN’
FUCKING ( ARAB PARROT ) FAGGIT….
GROUP LURK
THE DR
HIV
TU MADRE
FITTED
AVE.. A B C
ALPHA
BET
CITY
THE LOWER
**EAST VILLAGE**
SLUMS
SUB TERRAIN
VD
IRON HORSE
THE A-C-E
TRACK
FIXED GEAR (FAGGIT)
BOCOCA
UPPA WESS
UPS
NUTS (MY OLD CREW - NIGGAS UNDER THE STAIRS )
...
NOTE TO SELF 8/14/09 DRUNK AND DRUNK...
IM DRUNK…. IM HAPPY AND FUCKING TIRED!
MY DAYS ARE NUMBERED AS I WALK IN THIS SILENCE-
TOUCH ME LORD, TELL ME IM RIGHT…
FOR MY WORDS HOLD NO MEANING WITH OUT YOUR APPROVAL!
MY SIGHTS ARE DARK WITH OUT YOUR FORGIVNESS-
MY SHOULDERS WEAK- BACK BENT-
RAZOR SLITS - BLOOD FILLED EYES SEE NOTHING BUT DRY EARTH-
CALL ME ILL ANSWERE- MY VEINS ARE COAGULATED -
I HOLD NO REMORSE TO...
To each his own Sazeechazone...
Long night ends- Two blinks To close, Too lose! Why must we whisper counter attacks? Why do we ponder excuses? Why do we seek a cause?
Excuse me sir your fly is unzipped! I heard someone say that the other day. ” Hey lady your bag is holding up your dress in the back…” I heard that to!
Life and it’s weather patterns are forcasted to us at the most undesiarable moments, But like the sailors we...
