Written by Charles Williams

Loving Ewe

The sight brings forth an awareness. The sound resonates a longing to hear more. The scent activates the hearts rememberance of the now embeded image of thought which bares only one true bold font. The touch claims it all and sends signals of communion negating any opportunity to alter the new found consciousness. Euphoria is now the cloak of body, mind, and spirit. Trust is now extended. Hope is embraced. Focus has begun.

Love

Sinner Saint's Yes You Are

Sinner Saint's "yes you are"
If you say, have said, or thought on your own these words that read," I am not like other women/men/people you have completed yourself to being exactly like everyone else who says or has said exactly what you do or did.
Every woman wants
Every man seeks
All people do something
Everyone desires
Everyone implies a meaning
Everyone wants the best
Everyone excretes
Everyone processes data
Everyone has emotions
Here is my self prediction. You are going to ignore my logic, ignore my heart, and ignore me in the checkout line as long as you shall live.
Another colored woman shall tell me whats wrong with me & why I am not good enough or why I am not a value.
Another colored man is going to call me Nigger.
Another person will ask me to drive them all day at no cost to them as they abuse my equipment & nature.
I am not going to argue with emotion more than I commune with logic.
I will ignore my self doubts and speak phrases of assurance knowing your psychological reasoning will translate for you.
I will breathe one more breath after this post before I expire.

In My Deep

In my deep
i sleep wide awake for the bakes
grandma fern
love when she makes
cause all i gotta do is take
my turn
not burn
my hand
so hot from the plate
i skate on
sparks fly
so cool all day long
in my mind
i do my best
my might
so strong
only to the sound of a gong do i quiver
is it over
no no
there's the river
its flowing
my life is growing
inside my heart
a mur mur
whisper
somber
im tall as lou al
cinder
thunder
roar like the cat
im stuck
box got me
imagination
im love all over again
im in
count me
down for the play ground
rules are correct
game in check
turn around jumper for the vette
core me best
im on
im in
i win
now for the game
back at home
uno! you know..how we do ..its true..all day...we move...then groove...its two...this true!

written by M7bii Stylez while listening to Bilal's "All That I aM" on youtube

Dj Hatsim "Eye Lyrical"

Absolute Abstract
Metaphysic Emblems Eternalistic Tourism Independent Nibbles Galore
i'm for
the truth and more
as the score counter measures
the entertainment bore,
and while we on the record 
i'm loving the real,
absolute hindereance
to a propositioned pill.
Keep moving in the groove and against the grain,
allow no measurement to cross the plain
and compromise the motivation of
the vexed and
stained,
the suffering
i'm bufferring as i climb the chain,
no reason for me to consumeor proper for the roster
as we consumate
the cultivations of a lame
side bar
my fate
the absolute in aeronautics
made my constant bait
infusioned tears
manifest by a blessing of gears
insoluble masked group
of thy chosen peers
quasar to the dawns light
first time eye believe that I'm mic'd
eye can see the true plight
all aboard for the chore
spoken word tonite
all in sight
peripheral aesthetics
i'm on my write!


MISTAH STAY FREE

Chapped wind like stick all across these lips on the mouths of the few mabey if they split their lip like Kip Big Boy that grip there shall be no more when you flip more for the pages a score kept knit. The rule was they hoped that the game didn't count no more , but the truth of course shall remain, a spirit side tracked cannot keep your door open forever mayne untamed for the last time and always searching for a blessed mind, to rhyme without season for the truth is the reason there shall never be a need to the polynesian styled sea food or kosher for locks i shall always bagel cream cheese with no socks. Eye blocks their glocks by keeping up with the hocks no receipt is required the elevator don't stop tic toc my hop is hip no rock of back and forth to clean my mop the true grit of good grime shakes with a true hip of good times im blind no more 3rd eye style keeps me key all doors a twist for the sound of earned right left combinated algorhythymed shores i'm floored...Mistah STay Free