leprechaun at the end of the rainbow

guarding the gold
fortunes they all chase
and all they see you as is a pawn, means to their selfish ends
out of the ten toes i have, how many have not felt the insult of their trampling?
guarding their fortune, but instead of embrace, they seek all corners of me to defeat
the best i get is their mockery and scorn of how they see me
they fail to recognise your glory
aren't you majestic just because you live in between indigo and orange, or between red and blue?
dont they see that they seek something you dwell with every dawning day-wealth
yet instead of ask your secret, they mock you
bitter laughs at your expense, they find every simgle thing wrong with you, because it distracts them of their own imperfections
hypocrisy, or the nature of man?

do i have to be the size of Goliath to be "seen"
let's note Goliath was destroyed by a BOY.
do i have to numb my intellectual prowess just because it makes them nervous?
what is it i have to prove from constantly being tested?
or is it my fate as a Leprechaun?
am i not worth the respect because of my tiny arms, funny hat or weird clothes?
is it my fate to have people pace their inequities against me, as if my height is some measure of my entire capacity?
the irony though, despite the microscope and torment they put me under
i have the gold they ALL want!

savoured Noise

In my head
In my house,
Even on the road
Never like a mouse.
And when silence eventually is
Still it resìdes in my head
Thoughts colided or desires lingered.
But no matter what comes to be,my rhythm is always intune with yours
And thats how all that noise,comes to melody.
Now arranged,mastered and refined!
No longer just noise,listen carefully!
Filter through the rubble,and all that conjestion begins to take form.
MUSIC! one self harmonise with another...

Future re-told!

Feline fantacies,of dreams to have me purring in peace!
Comforted by pieces of u massaged into deja vu elements remembered,
Reliving every thing i saw in my minds eye,the subconscious fore-told.
Dwelling in sweet limbo of your intoxicating effect.
Everytime i sit to visit what the mind has come to learn,lessons in you are all i replay
This is a sensation the avarage would deem as simply monotone-there is not a time that passes and i do not speak of you.
But i call it my truth,a reminscing of my tomorrow!

the tears fill my eyes and i remember!

then the tears filled my eyes and i remembered I'm human

a little trigger on the sore spot and it came exploding

thinking about memories of have been

dreams of today

what could be's of tomorrow

i smile admist my pain, piled up over all these years, and how much it hurts is actually why i smile so bright and wide

ironic isn't it?!

i look at all those (tears) that have filled rivers and and those still to come and flood lands to reunite the continents yet again!

every time i feel the urge to break down i remember all that i have lived through

and ill be damned if ill be broken now after the battle that have been!

the tears fill my eyes and I remember I'm human, but even more important I remember that I'M ALIVE and I have overcome.

my past loves, my past hates, my past do's and my past could have dones

I remember I've gotten older

not by the number of years, not by the wrinkles I've inherited

nor the number of migraines that have kept me in bed or the "I need a hug"s that I have had ..

the tears fill my eyes and I remember, all the reason I have to smile

how my past cries have helped me get a better look at myself in the mirror!

the heartbreaks, ya they miss me now, haha but I thank them

the hearts I've broken, I never had the right.by karma I have paid off that debt!

the misplaced and misdiagnosed emotion, had a bit to do with hormone rages but gained me better intelligence...I AM a woman!

now my favourite songs take me on nostalgic trips back to where I've come from and the tears fill my eyes, but now i wont hurt!sure it pains and stings my soul

but i wont hurt anymore, because with each tear, i live more and remember, hell there is a reason I'm still alive and all that pain is exactly why i LIVE!!!

the tears fill my eyes and i remember i'm human...with thought, feeling and living (SOUL!!!)

i'll be fine, i always am...in the end! (inspired by k'naan)

who got game???

Marvel my enthusiasm... won’t you?
Indulge in my persuasion and submit to my seduction... girl, are you not hearing me?
Are you really so blind to my desire and appetite for you?
Pay homage to my efforts PLEASE!!!
My eyes barely wonder off from your form, my mind lavishes fantasies, yearning for when my hands finally do get to map your body, discover and conquer!
Muscles hardened in tempo with my racing pulse, breathe getting deeper, and my mouth salivating with eagerness!
In the midst streams of smouldering passion as your body nears mine and I intoxicate with your smell and softness.
Please feed me my release-won’t you just?
I can barely break away from your alluring and piercing eyes...
Mouth so tempting, soft and moist... the thought alone just propels my fancy.
Submit to my advances, patronising woos and decorated lust, while I try playing you for a fool!!
Wherefore I disregard all that may be concerning you, except what you can do for me
And I finally stop pretending that this here sentiment is about you....

how condescending some men are!!!

MELODRAMA OF DESIRE!

If this were any more bizarre I think I’d be in a sweep of a much more catastrophic and destructive lapse of sanity. I would in fact be rowing up and down in a daze of melodrama far worse than I already have succumbed.

Sweet sweet, tender, soft and intense, intoxicating, devilish, consuming, and ALLURING who the hell are you? Born under my star born supreme and regal and charming beyond what is considered right, too sexy to make any logical sense, too hypnotic to resist and too beautiful to forget? I saw myself in those messed up brown-stained eyes or perhaps just stolen in the prospect of something new and different. Something foreign, enchanted and…only a teaser! Ya maybe that’s all it was...INTRIGUE!

Bodies spoke of sins screaming desire, lust and want hindered only by principle and a heart not so distant, trusting and keeping faith in fertility. Kept with each step taken outside the door, each sms and every phone call made if only the reality were that simple and true.

In that time, while she was being faithful a bit of you was being stole, owned by another too fast and too extreme to define, yet making an impact and impression too potent to resist... how dare I come into the picture and force you into confusion a heart’s want and need versus a heart’s keep, how dare YOU come into my picture and infatuate my heart, moulding yourself in a mind that battles to forget?

I can only imagine the place you are stuck in, that sets your heart ablaze. The distinct guilt and sense of defeat; overpowered by this new developing feat. This new intensity and truth in spite of the odds that stand, only now very, VERY sad because we embarked on a start that derailed us from the preferred finish.

Now, begins this long road to letting go and letting be that this little "almost" precious has lived its day and embrace that little period of intoxication for what it was; unspoilt and untainted perfection...but forbidden!

Despite how strong the chemistry is that lies so undeniable between us, the fact of the matter is we are obliged to bring to a close… this!!!

Because regardless of how extreme it is, it does not override the inevitable and fact of the matter: YOU MUST GO BACK TO HER...while all I have to hold onto is memories and wondering what could have become from the little bit I got to enjoy. Caught me out of sight!

the universe grants moments, sometimes in passing, sometimes to be repeated

one and one in one

Good morning to where have you been?

Good riddance to the “what-the-hells” that have been!

Good tidings to the when’s that are to be!

Your today’s past seemingly distort, now shaped a relief to have escaped, rebirthed as a diamond from the rough, how beautiful you now are!

Mistake no longer shaped as such, except maybe a miss take on things as they stood.

Not “if only I knew then what I do now” rather I’m glad I know now what I didn't then for the paint is clearer, and the heart more matured.

The statured balance, fulfilled testimony, anointed union of a lot more than; body meets soul meets mind but an equilibrium between spirit and dust, this body I dwell!

A flower that continues to blossom, bloom brighter and more enchanted.

Simply expressed, it stands to always get better.

For that is the way with Universal glory.

Smiles and glowing hearts reflected beyond view tucked so deep within.

Faces and eyes telling truths that cannot be put into words.

A passion fuelled by fires that can only burn more fierce and humble.

Non destructive to what it touches but revitalising and enhancing to the divinity of the source of all!

That which we see by a mere look into the horizon and into a mirror!

An utopia, sought and touched, better with every dawning day for as long as the faith still sustains, and the vow upheld to live to the utmost and show gratitude to the gifts of life and the power in self! For in truth...WITH FAITH IT ONLY GETS BETTER!!!

DEMONS OF A HAUNTED PAST

This is the story my life has written
Disappointment; I have always been
A perfect model of disgrace and all that deserves no praise.
Never found deserving of second chances and glory, for I am never worth.
The worst error being tirelessly trying to make ample a situation- find the upside to demise.
Even if sometimes wrong in the tracks I take.
I can only justify it by correcting the damage that already is; after all I can’t rewrite history.
But now these demons have crossed the line, a sacrifice of self that’s only resulted in loathing and regret, In the name of something greater sought.
Is this really how ugly the truth is, why the encouragement to live truth then if all it does is bear pain and confusion?
Why is it that the worst regrettable acts are the ones that dictate the life over beauty and contentment?
Inspiring such writing of self pity and self loathing, is this to say I make up for the love I don’t have for myself by expecting it to be filled by love from another?
If that’s the case how come I am able to fully love another, regardless of flaw and short fall if I do not have the same kind of love for myself, is that even possible?
And how come others can’t forgive me for acts I've already forgiven myself for? Conditional huh?
This is what one gets for trying to live life by putting others before one’s self.
Then again if it’s the other way around, it’s qualified as vanity...wow!!!
Is there ever a right strike of balance? Can right ever be done without sacrifice?

QUEEN I!

Emotional roast, who are you mature eyed Nubian queen?

What song sings to the rhythm of your swagger?

What lotion lathers that softness in your touch?

And what colour painted that tone in your rich, sultry defined voice?

Were you a man, you would be suave, chivalrous and charismatic... Down to the core, but your being woman qualifies you all that plus; graceful, regal, intelligent and lived.

The world hangs on your hips and the truths of life curve with the tenderness of your lips

Your eyes; a fountain of a thousand stories told, traces of hurts undeserved, beams of affection and compassion practiced...to little recognition!

Your smile, a glow of ivory that illuminates and calms all that is around it. Your happiness and joy continuously gathered from strengths built and experiences outlived by your prowess and tenacity.

Who are you coffee skinned lady, skin inspired by the earth you tread on with such grace? Who are you my sister, with your back gone carried and born more loads than a tow truck?

Perceived weak because of your meek and tender method even by those you keep cradled in the recesses of your heart still?

Your silence often times mistaken for submission...still, you remain! Because you are a lot more than words spoke... or justification sought.

Who are you my sister and why do I see so much of you in me, or could it be I AM you? Yeah, that's it!

However undervalued and often unappreciated, the you, you are, is what has inspired great authors, artists and poets all the way up to the heavens! You are; God’s little perfect!

THE IDIOT’S GUIDE TO MEN AND THEIR BRAIN

First and for most all men are idiots...ok let’s not be harsh....they're children and like a two year old you always have to do everything for them, even thinking! They must be taken care of, they must constantly be reprimanded and it’ll always be the usual: “but what did I do?”

We only wish we could shake the stupid out of them, we wish we could knock some reason into those...”but i don’t get what the big deal is?!” mentalities of theirs?!

To them we will always be blowing things out of proportion, we’ll always be the unsolved mysteries... but really women are like cats, rub them up the right way, give them the right amount of attention, and give them enough space when it’s time to and they will purr with pleasure.

But this is not about women, men ARE children, who must ALWAYS be treated, pampered, given credit but conducted with the right level of firmness without being too rigid. Every man wants a woman he will be able to respect yet still feel equal to, treat like a queen but still feel king of his domain. Have his macho tantrums but always be brought down to size without a bruised ego...hell why do you think we call’em baby, is not just a pet name!!!

The mystery to the opposite sex is not so much a mystery, truth is not matter how much humanity evolves, men will always remain traditional, hence why each and all of them wants to marry his mother( not meant literally, just in case), his mother is the perfect model of what a woman should be or-in some instances- should NOT be, now with things made that simple, look at how our mothers are in contrast to us, and we say men have no recognition for us...on the contrary, they notice and scrutinize every last detail, hence why the prerogative to call us whatever because in truth we give them that freedom in the ways we so loosely conduct our own selves!

Simply, the idiots guide to men is this; embrace, nurture, embody and be a true reflection of what the essence of a woman is. With each stride, sway of the hips and how you breast hang and believe it or not with the purity of your heart, strength of your mind and tenacity of your crown (womanhood). There really is no formula to men, because they are not at all that hard to begin with. Just over-grown babies with deep voices (well some of them, ;) ...)

Re-Invention: A producer's album

peace...

the album is finaly here, the Re-Invention Lp is a collaborative effort between some of the world's most talented underground producers. its HEAT . clik the TOPIC for the download link and enjoy.

peace to my girl Jane for the BOOST, heres to many more collabos Cuz ;-)