Losing at all costs [Chapt1: nothingness an its madness]

where does one gain their strength when strength seems to be the last resource you will need to face your biggest nemesis? how do we become the person we are meant to be when the world focuses on exposing us for who we are not? will we not be pardoned by the false pretenses of reality to leave the scene of tragic events reoccurring on the wheel of infinity?

somewhere within me it all sparked dim colors of lights absence. the world was viewed normally but not clear, not ordinarily. something about myself was altered. each thought that cleared my head as i exhaled the toxicity grew more odd, less comforting and bleek. i stared down into a pool of unwanted information waiting for a sign, hoping for change in the one corner of the world that mattered at the moment the most. Hours went by with nothing being the gift awarded to my patience. as tired as i had grown, as weary as i may have been, hope had not yet abandoned me; i just knew this battle would continue on another day. for now it was me an my poison slowly dying together wandering a world that had divorced questions an answers, with no children of solutions. the night had become me once more.

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another day has passed with this quiet storm that hovers me an me alone, transforming me into a ghost of paranoia on my exterior to the rest of society. The weather is pale an of tremendous mysterious heat.  Hope not lost i continue down nothings path hoping for a guidance i do not know, praying for a feeling i cant explain but desire… quietly i feel. i find myself back at the same place, at the same time everyday where nothing makes much sense… nobody has answers, just more problems to be equated by a sea of solutionless jargon. I grew more distant from the world with each lifting minute from the clock. My mind was acting as if it were trying to remember something that i had lost, while i felt i was reliving a nightmare. Do i not know my purpose anymore? could it be possible i have infact lost sight of my own self? all of this because of an emotion resurfacing for an unknown cause?

it was when i least expected it. when nothing seemed to be working to help me reach a conclusion, a first encounter with possibility happened. i found myself where i had lost all time the previous day, staring into useless information searching for something of use. It began to call for me… startled with uneasy vibes of fear i was slow to react to its attempt. i grabbed anxiously then to understand the occuring events…before i was able to speak… her voice shocked through me… an all that was said was.. i still love you…we need to talk… we agreed to meet… i was beside myself with unknown emotions…once again…night become me once again………. 

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Unspoken love [ dedicated ]

her hair sang in the wind as her soul indulged the ocean breeze
soft sands wore her feet rooting her to a moment of peace
she was silent while her vibe could be heard
from as far a distance she could be seen
how do i approach…as i cautiously timidly take step by breath
just to be a few of both behind her..still un-bothered she was
from here i could hear her silence louder than amplified voices
of joyous emotions…her aura i had intersected unprotected
i now in her loom of life fireworks erupting with each memory
entering the chemistry of her mind floating from her heart
finding their exit through her eyes
as crystals against the halo light of night
dancing off the sides of her cheek
as i remain behind..stunned in her shell wanting to read her mind
how do i tell her i…or if she is not accepting to my…how would i recover?
i just want to get it out but i resist, what if i just admit..but then….
all these youthful emotions of mine just mere pebbles
to her boulders keeping her composure steady
her first move was a soft tilt to the sky i then realized..
she was talking to the moon…
this moment was of reflection, a hearts seance delivering a message
a seed to it’s root, crackling waves pushed me to pursue
i took those final steps an breaths… my arms of comfort
she knew never as a strangers…
she was aware all along her company was i
resting on her as she leaned into security..the pebble thoughts  of mine
skip now across the ocean ripples…in this moment the complexity
of emotions was denounced as she made one realize how love is simple…
an always unspoken…

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Cold world

Theres just not enough to keep the world satisfied all the time. I open my eyes each morning to the same space i closed them too when i couldnt stand being awake any longer. I feel as tho i am a voice of the problem, instead of a noise of solution. I cant stand being trapped in so much negativity…as an artist is it the music that is getting to me the most? Is it that nothing repetitive today has a message of survival just submission to needing…

The roots… the definition of classic timeless music

The message is real…real sad that its so many peoples truth

Chasin the cool

Music for the people forgotten by the people that will save the soul of the people when we low lookin for a rise but not a whiz khalifa high i just height in my peace of mind