...xanax pt.1...

and now we're back at square one

and im looking at god

thinking he cant really be

the man in charge

cause he forgot about my spirit

and i opted to fold

the days that i needed those arms to hold

its like chasing a high

with no smoke to blow

its like saying you wise

but you really dont know

its like holding a mic

versus rocking a show

i feel so fucking lonely on this crazy ass road

yet i know

that there are bigger things to unfold

so i keep holding on

keep strive'n and stayin strong

they say lil' mama

you gotta learn to let go

its like planting a fake seed

and expecting it to grow

and so

the story begins

where the story ends

how many bullets in that gun

how much hate within

and if you fightin' the devil

or well the god of sin

you should know

that there's only one way to end

...those birds....

.............and those dayum bees.

often, i as a young person, wonder why my perspectives aren't valued as true contributions versus "oh thats so cute that you're brain conceived that!"

and apart of me says........ "those folk" truly just cant help themselves. we are brought up in a society where after so much "seasoning", you become superior----- psychological kill. and maybe it is my responsibility to show them otherwise. i do agree with my mom when she says "you may be smarter than me, but you will never be wiser" - however, this conditioning that our "young folk" don't have anything to say has to come to an end. i realize that i have a voice of reason in this. i also have the power to change certain aspects of "young folk" that we perceive as "negative" or "naive". not all of us know, but there are a decent percentage of us that do.

within this power that i am choosing to exercise, this will be an amazing experience whether one set or a million set of eyes read these words. im not going to give "the truth" but rather- "my truth". i know that there is a lot of energy to be exchanged between me and the greater ether- and i also have a hell lot to say. freak this how you wanna, but VOICE. id love to eventually host a space for those (dare i say) sStTrRoOnNgG mMiInNdDsS to meet--- hmmmmm but we shall cee =p

within this new age everyone and they mama can have a virtual voice. a protest, a healing, a connection, an offering, or simply a different world to escape in. this is a beautiful thing that i feel like many of us have given up on! i mean, i must admit- the main reason ive been meditating on this space for so long- is because i feel like people are being flooded with enough virtual circus shows. but then in the scheme of all things, i realize that im doing this for me more than anything else. the energy in this space is not to expose materialistic things. not that there's anything wrong with that- but i feel like someone has to get beneath the surface. and even those who i consider "great contributors" are now starting to give up. so someone has to be responsible- change up the pace..... same records spin'n just different sets of tables.... who wants to deal with that? and the fact of the matter is... some people only tune in to the beat of the net- cant leave 'em hang'n.......

-----------------------------> to land the plane though. within all of this, i just want some love to circulate, some visions to come to light, some smiles to break space, some empathy to remind us of humanity, anything that comes to be............. no judgments passed.. no mask needed to enter.

and i dont spell check...... i dont believe in kings english

crea[C]tivate!