a speck of...this is!

a way to heaven, a way to surreal, a way to sublime, a way to stories before told in lands where the only life was the dreams of life, the worries of maybe and the centre of next meal. a land my blood extends the stories of and knows the WAS of it all. my body had not yet lived, yet from birth my eyes already spoke the battles of that greater past... i grew to be what had been since before the knows of Samuel and Elijah. and thats the spirit ive been livened in!

already i wear a tone of the ground GOD first created and a skin that's with-held the scorches burns and cuts of the shape of this we have come to call life. my eyes carry the intensity and potency of the world turn; great, troubled, confused, derailed from the promise of a paradise and moulded by the toil towards A PARADISE. i look to the young and how they run in pace with the road I have already walked,and i look to the old and how they look back through my NOW experience and how the process was for them.

a travel of a day to day that has repeated centuries and kept none but the document of "HE WAS". one that cycles the spirals of emotion, the full cycle of experiences that now we can predict in end and cause...but no greater this length i and you have been woven in. this place that knows all the marks and scars and futures of each. much as some have moved on and sought a better fit in another; foreign and alternative to This one now known and burdened with stares and cues of this and that is also wrong, they still remain abassadors and reminders of where their birth was and they always are- in body or in heart-RETURNED TO THIS PLACE OF ALL ETERNITY!

we all know the heart and mind that accompanies all and the source of what they came to be, we all know how they shout their identity and shout their praises of freedom and the hopes of what their tomorrow will turn to be, we all know how they beat their chests and fill with emotion's darkness in their eyes whenever they go back in recall and flashback all that they have ever been and who they now are because of those. we all see them and no matter how much time passes by, whether 400 years or 4, we all still remember in the same frame of mind as though still in that very moment. we all see them, and we all are them and we all know, we; remember, love and ARE her because AFRIKA remembers us also!

(embrace who you are, and this great land you have been put....AFRIKA and her children, will reach her PARADISE!

tour taken!

Today, completely flushed...spotted in a careless demise of emotions that fill; no order,rationality nor absolution. any reminder spelt as just another play for; what could have been, what the effort has sucked out and what bit of self is still left in all of it. suddenly i have swum so far into the deep end i do not know whether i am still afloat by my own skill or by the density of the water fighting my own!

at point A, my mind frame was pointed toward ends, a direction made specific and defined, in truth oblivious to what the road itself had in store but headed down road none the less, but now...a few observations later, a few whys and nots later and a little too cold in exposed self, i find myself in transition,this cannot carry on any longer! pride's prejudice aside its all a, b, c really when you mix green and yellow you get lime. when you commit time and energy, there should be some kind of result even if none desired...oh wait, that must be it, SHUXX!!!i just did NOT get the result i had hoped for...and thats the greater lesson learned!

although sad at the prospect of having been misled and de-valued, manipulated and toyed and of course mourned at the time and emotion wasted,not all was in vain because the experience has developed a new eye for character and intention, true meaning or the puppet on a string! needless to say the criss-cross leaves its bruises EVEN with the greater wisdom the experience has borrowed and no matter how much!

Woof!

Lost all focus, shifted the mental and wound up in this, still a realm of the vocal shift, still in the world of beats; kicks and snares but now within the vocal content, stolen in whole and part by the skill, the delivery, my goodness the over whelming talents, it cannot be bottled up! …how this mind, my eyes have never met speaks in a tone I wish my own ability would allow, I listen and dismiss all the noise and whispers! in a room filled with all kinds of voices tongues un-understood and minds oblivious to this greater blessing…..headphones blare and this is my peace. A place I wish never to escape, a sickness I would rather die from before I find my healing…it IS my healing.
names and so called matured minds have tried to curb the influence of this now dominant and identified way of life. In truth its nothing like it was in its infancy, nothing like its parents, uncles and aunties but that’s the process with change, it grows despite our preferred. At times to the dislike of those who have seen its progress…or regress but with a turn, that it is nothing like it used to be expresses the impact the world has had on it! Its death has been announced by many, names that command an ear but Listen! to the passion that still leaks, see how the swagger, the clothes and the stories in their eyes still manifests its full-out life.

All the pages of life, all the experiences life throws, all the lessons bound to be learned and all the memories to be treasured, the cries, the “missing yous” even the laughters and getting out of controls are all said, sung and played within this and you question the necessity or the purpose…what she’s all about… look a little closer, open the mind wide enough to be truly touched and compelled, this wouldn’t be but God chose and God created so now listen…its hip hop, not the naked women or the obscene remarks nor the ill-reference but a spiritual link to how our minds become one with our hearts…this is real life!