Unfinished poem about spirit….
The physical and etheric are thinking.
The etheric and astral are feeling.
The astral and the I are willing
and able, we’ve the will to work or be chilling.
My physical and etheric are thinking about
The meaning of life, how to progress without doubt.
My astral and ego, self, I is willing
to be of benefit and fill the gaps that need filling.
The spirit’s eternal, the soul’s emotional,
Like James Brown and Rakim – they got so much soul.
The physical body contains the soul and the spirit,
Expressed in the physical body, here in a lyric.
The physical’s linked to the mineral dimension.
The plant dimension’s linked to the etheric. Did I mention
The astral’s linked to the dimension of animals?
The ego, I self and self awareness of intangibles.
The etheric is the element of life itself.
The astral sentient awareness of a life outside itself.
But the self conscious ego’s a very human trait.
Is evolution to the consciousness of Christ our fate?
Truth is for that rap stuff I’m not hungry anymore, but the New World Order’s here and it’s not funny anymore, nobody wants any war, …nobody wants it! “He said he’s not hungry anymore but flows like he wants it!” My moods ever changing but I keep it a hundred I’m known where I roam and I’m not known to front it. I listen more than I speak these days… cos our phones listen in, tings are peak these days.
Corbyn wants free school lunches – that’s calm.
Tories want nuclear subs – that’s arms.
Blood money nah run tings, wars for oil we don’t need, maybe read bout Nikola Tesla – get up to speed.
Blood money funding war, sick to my stomach, tummy sore,
…starved for redemption …not hungry anymore.
Truth is for that rap stuff I’m not hungry anymore,
but the New World Order’s here and it’s not funny anymore,
But the true world order’s universal consciousness,
the mother nature matrix, open ended love and bliss,
Truth is for that rap stuff I’m not hungry anymore,
but I’m inciting writing, I’m not fighting anymore.
Vodka and orange, …the palest of ales,
Just enough for a lightweight to narrowly avoid an epic fail yes of whale ￼ Sized proportions… proceeding with caution,
I denied my slice before now I want a full size portion. Getting more honest bout my dark, less shy bout the light inside. Rest and relaxation and then explode with a mighty vibe.
Like super novas. I might just like nature walks, cookie baking, watching Friday and Forrest Gump between love making. Amazing.
Spit flaming like Charizard… That bar was hard,
…It’s an explosive Gambit to try and pull my card.
But I’m no gangsta, no beef, tofu or tempei.
…Rock any style… like Kakashi sensei,
Then say I didn’t need drugs when I went raves for like ten days…
I used to have a power nap, dance and then blaze the dancefloor
I don’t talk conspiracies much now but I know them,
Politics gets me more vex than Kylo Ren.
Looking for A New Hope like I know Ben
Kenobi. Watching two suns set sipping my sloe gin.
I know them breaks – depression, anxiety, I know rent,
I know when bass and beats drop, yeah I’ll flow then.
I know I ain’t got all the answers but I know when
They see what I see they’ll probably need somebody to hold them.
Let go like I said in my song, not the one from Frozen. Heavy flows n steady as boat men rowin’, don’t provoke them cold men, send em love n just keep goin’.
I’m the G after the O.M.
…I’m the G after the Oh My
… …God after the O.M.
We’re all one with God after the Ommmm…
🦋🦄🕉️🦄🦋 hard as a mother
Ham, H.A.M. hard as mother for the
love of God I kill demons with love and I’ll smother. I suffer,
we all suffer, we all excel, exalt your brother’s keeper, not Donald
Glover but lethal weapon chasing predator’s like Danny Glover, Fresh! …fresh as fresh meat – off the chain…
Same thing we do every day, Pinky and the brain.
Fresh! …as fresh meat – off the hook, more fresh as veg out the mud, Rapper, poet, teacher. Not a crook or thug.
What a look, boy ya shook, “you come straight outta comic book.”
To keep most Queens… most men gotta earn or gotta cook.
To reach those dreams… discipline and patience,
Most want everything right now with no work, wondering where the days went. Ham. H.A.M. – hard as mother for the
love of God I kill demons with love and I’ll smother.
HAM, H.A.M, hard as a mother but I…
Could go Thor’s Hammer – that’s harder still and fly.
Even though I sometimes experience anxiety or depression
I fully love and accept myself. And I question
If depression’s a reflection of compassion and empathy
And anxiety of mission Impossible to please everybody. Then you see
Despite the fact that I’m not that rich or famous (yet) I fully love and respect myself. Aim to be shameless, yep,
Shame is fear of being ostracized, kicked out the cave by the tribe, …but you’ve got to be yourself to attract peeps on your vibe….
I may not be a megastar but mission accomplished,
I’ll never know how many I inspired… worldwide.
Content with respect… ive seen people cry
at poetry my soul had to write, sometimes didn’t even have to try.
Crying at poems that seemed written synchronistically specifically
for that specific moment of inspiring lyrically
A friend told me one of my lyrics changed his life.
“Vulnerability is a strength.” I’m saying this twice.
Vulnerability is a strength and repression or suppression
only leads to depression, so heal it with expression.
Even though I know ego, lust and anger and pride
Tend not to help but only add to a bumpy ride,
I still feel and sometimes indulge in negative emotions.
Even though I studied Buddha, Christ and the Tao with devotion
I still fully love, appreciate, am grateful for and accept
My negative emotions and maintain my self respect. It’s not about over indulging in negativity, just not living in denial or in shame, let it be.
We can be hard as Pai Mei on ourselves sometimes on spiritual quests. Remember just like everyone else we’re trying our best. Stop intellectualising sometimes, just for a moment… drop your shoulders and rest…
Vulnerability is strength… If a swim to da deep end better swim the length… I t’ink we need to find new positive jobs for da soldiers. Stop stressing… relax… drop your shoulders.
Vulnerability is strength… If you swim to the deep end better swim the length…
Independent. Definitely. Move smooth like a hot woman… batting her eyes. I’m in there bredrin, like the beat’s flexin with me, like the beat’s throwing it back, …grabbing the thighs, I’ve been a legend… I’ve been legendary. MOST rappers think… they’re the best… rapper alive! I’m Bane breaking Batman, with Venom in me… like an alien symbiote… slashing the tires of these captains of industry… with activists, rap business used to be art, now rap’s industry. It used to be culture but we forgot the rules like a street fight with Ray Winstone, forgot their tools. I’m not into street fights unless it’s got a hadouken, I’m less menace to society, …more Ryu / Ken. My new friends, my shadows and demons, not Akuma, but let self love and acceptance be da new trends.