There’s a mouse in my house!
Oh no, I’m wrong…ITS A RAT!
Stealing knives out my kitchen
and that, is a FACT!
Next thing they’ll be stabbing up
my unlucky black cat who sat fat on the mat,
having a heart-to-heart chat with my soul’s darkside
about the facts of the stats.
"The truth is better than the fact.
The fact is better than the stat.
And in fact…
YOU better watch your back
because one quiet night in spite of light or might…
THE RATS WILL ATTACK!!!”
said the cat.
I LOVE THIS LIFE NO MATTER HOW MUCH I AM DIFFERENT
I AM AN ARTIST AND ON LOVE I AM INSISTENT
I LIKE NOT MONEY BUT IT SEEMS DOSH IS THE MISSION
NOT TRYNA HANG AROUND WITH THE COOL CROWD AT FICTION
DOING MY OWN TING TRUTH LIES BENEATH THE DICTION
BETWEEN LINES OF DECISION LAYS ASLEEP THE DRAGON OF CONFLICTION:::I AM A SCRIBE - PEN&PAD IS MY ADDICTION
FIT INA BOX? INA BOX I AM NOT FITTING.
We, are on a constant basis, writing our Future.
To speak…Is to summon the spirits of the ancients.
In speaking we affirm Our present as a Gift.
In Doing, we confirm our place here on Earth
as a reality and not merely a forgotten memory in the cloudy distance.
Is to allow and accept the roads WE choose to walk upon.
Is to sacrifice some of your own freedom?
Freedom seems as relative as good and evil is to dark and light.
Is to, not merely survive by the skin of our teeth-hand-to-mouth.
Is to learn to Live and let Live.
Is to Forgive. All.
To Know….is to Feel.
To Feel….is to KNOW.
.DSG- Daily Slew Goliath
Is it me, or has this planet gone blind? Its like everyone else is in a zoned-time - Painted faces, mimicing mimes, fidgeting spines…so fake it seems to live in these times. Forsaking kings and queens - adultry behind every name of every person presented partially blind…its hard to rewind and forget everytime we were emotionally scarred, scared and tried to hide truth because we didn’t realise its value. And then we get lost and so confused - something we never plan to do…then on ways out, on missions for clues - conditioned to lose, only steps from being a lonely recluse.
Stand up, figure it …
Whose zoo are we in?
Whose kingdom are we building?
Is this yours, or somebody elses’ life you are living?
Standup, stand strong..my soul…stop killing my soul - stop killing your soul. Sop killing my God damned soul.