Miakoda: Power of the MOON

MIAKODA: THE GLEAM OF THE SEA

As I sat waiting for morning
I would hear the sea singing to me

As the clouds would part, the day would start
Long Island Pier
The boats, the ships

The lonely flowers sprouting along the fleet

The melody, floating beyond me
I would hear myself, when I was far from the streets
Miakoda, the gleaming moon of the sea

Guide the lonely sailors, lost lovers and geese

 

 

Warmth

 

Here it comes again    

Delay the start,

To carry on through open doors

This must be life

There is something burning at the back of my mind

I just can’t describe

I’m holding out to find light in the sky

Fireballs in the air

As I fly
Belief in the darkness

The fear in what’s not right

Begins to open up

Trying to keep my feelings from coming undone

 

There is something burning at the pit of my heart

Hope is a dangerous sin

I want to fly but I don’t want to fall

I want my life to begin

I know you can’t love me anymore

I don’t know how to love

 

 

Celebrities and Politicians

Celebrities and Politicians tell us their opinion
They spoil the fun and add predictability to the ending
Im still sinning in favor of a short life, but i’ll live long…hopefully
I imagine myself with you on starry nights
While i’m standing alone
On the corner
In the rain
Black Vietnam and it’s 2014, and if you don’t know what I mean then you should split from this naturally poetic and violently ill scene
With extras and a few fiends
The video shows a time when we weren’t as keen
On the insanity of being willing to lose your life over some stupid shit
L-O-R-D shit, celebrities and politicians give us their wits
And we listen to their nasty little fits
We listen to them as they change their kits
And we just sit, to hear debauchery in vocabulary, and when your itinerary begins disappear and the phone rings
I get money, the chorus begins to sing
Guess who is back, The newest author who is young and black
Feeling a certain type of way trying to write up what you lack
Feeling the urge to slack but then I wouldn’t be getting the keys to the city in twenty years, bringing some pride back to New Haven
Bestseller for my other peers who told me I couldn’t do it
Made it for those who said i couldn’t make it through hell
Nightmares as the devils son like L
Getting back up if I fell in the present tense , weighing pounds for pence and hence, I’m living foul for all that I did awhile back

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Metal

I’m trying to captivate you

Yeah time is relative so I don’t think you understand that I can’t stand next to another man

Long lost love and living losing much more everyday

 

I try to believe in you

But god damn I’m just your biggest fan longing for you when I can

And I’m scratching so hard right now

 

Can you see my little eyes?

Did you hear me, can you see my little eyes staring at you as the time defies and in the forest the wolves scream and cry, listen to me now so you can hear me die

 

I’m not a part of you, I’m not your friend

I’m just your little slave, listening to your odds and ends

You shit on me, when? That Depends

Whenever it’s convenient for you, whenever you want

All you do is flaunt

But when I’m dead and gone

You’ll become gaunt

I’ll be the setting sun and the moon will haunt

I think it’s bad now, wait until it really begins

Wait until the night whispers…

…And the noise descends

 

I’m not something odd, don’t believe in your god and just losing my fucking mind listening to you cry and whine hearing the same god damn lines, you are shit and when I hear your voice in your little fits. I’ll light you on fire and put you out with spit. I’m not no fucking motherfucker, you heard me twice and you’ll hear me again, you treated me so bad and we aren’t next of kin

And
I might just burn in sin but at least I know I’d leave this world with one less loose end

Epochs and Entities

We lost the controller to the machine, but it controls itself alone desperate beneath ages of science

Ethics and Epochs don’t always mix with compliance, if I could wipe this world up I’d dance one more time before the meteors come crashing down and the planets collide

No Blurred lines, no blurred images, just mass death and proof that this was the end

Not the end we expected, but something to talk about and make a joke or two, maybe three?
We have a couple of minutes to serenade so let’s get it done, food for thought moments away from being cooked and shoved onto a broken plate, thoughts of the future cracked like what I can’t see

I couldn’t feel anything all I saw was the meteors coming my way

Words couldn’t describe anything and nothing came to my mind to say

I was watching what used to be lies and myths unfold, the thunder I could hear sprawling through my window

I was terrified, the apartment was blood red and my fear splattered upon the four walls of my sanctuary

I had no way to communicate, my voice was taken away and buried beneath a childlike wonder of the doom that was head

I slip the blinds back and saw meteors falling from the sky, the city looked to be falling off the edge of the earth slowly descending upon the bowels of Earth, and I found religion suddenly because it looked like the worst hell there was

I dived forward to grab hold of something that wasn’t there

I’d surrender in fear if I knew that my prayers would be answered sincere.
The world was ending, and I had ten minutes to tell you how….

Epochs and Entities

We lost the controller to the machine, but it controls itself alone desperate beneath ages of science

Ethics and Epochs don’t always mix with compliance, if I could wipe this world up I’d dance one more time before the meteors come crashing down and the planets collide

No Blurred lines, no blurred images, just mass death and proof that this was the end

Not the end we expected, but something to talk about and make a joke or two, maybe three?
We have a couple of minutes to serenade so let’s get it done, food for thought moments away from being cooked and shoved onto a broken plate, thoughts of the future cracked like what I can’t see

I couldn’t feel anything all I saw was the meteors coming my way

Words couldn’t describe anything and nothing came to my mind to say

I was watching what used to be lies and myths unfold, the thunder I could hear sprawling through my window

I was terrified, the apartment was blood red and my fear splattered upon the four walls of my sanctuary

I had no way to communicate, my voice was taken away and buried beneath a childlike wonder of the doom that was head

I slip the blinds back and saw meteors falling from the sky, the city looked to be falling off the edge of the earth slowly descending upon the bowels of Earth, and I found religion suddenly because it looked like the worst hell there was

I dived forward to grab hold of something that wasn’t there

I’d surrender in fear if I knew that my prayers would be answered sincere.
The world was ending, and I had ten minutes to tell you how….

Power

Your life is fantasy so waive your rights
I’m infiltrating systems like a parasite, done seen people get themselves slashed over some dumb fights and long nights, it’s good times in the ghetto like dynamite
I’m screaming all types of stuff in Swahili, think you get your way getting all touchy feely, gone way to far to back out since you disrespected the family
Gonna slay some hogs, train some of the most vicious dogs
We’ve got dope in one hand and scares on our wrist
Spoken words but these rhymes can’t be heard because I’m getting so pissed, use weapons as words so I traded in my fists but now it’s crunch time so it’s less doing more dying and I can see myself bleeding out now and my grandma crying
Don’t know what the war stares for, because when you’re treated like animals it’s hard to be cared for. My tears, well they were symphonies dedicated to you
Ain’t got time for no sentimental shit that doesn’t stay true, somewhere located in between the Green like blue, I was only planning on taking you out but I’ve got time for two, it’s time to yell because I was raised in hell
Got white boys talking Ebonics on the new cell, they feel their inner tenement
Got fucking punched in the mouth, I think I taste cinnamon
Turns lemons into Kool-Aid, corporate mechanism and don’t worried you’ll get paid
Life’s a game and she said that sucks for you
Negroes with broken fingers throwing up signs from Timbuktu
This is my time and if I don’t destroy this shit before one I’m going to count until two
Learn about the ghetto not from the school of hard knocks but the future of electives, change to a different perspective
An old fiend or a dumpster with a stillborn baby, half dead dogs and some skunked out ladies
Cat’s been run over, whooper junior that has the rabies
We’ve got to fight the power, with a few good words because the absurdity is beyond comprehension on a nickel bag of dissension but I’m sorry I can’ t bet my life on Christ’s pension
Finding tension in my families lesser intentions, and looking at brighter days in my funeral home lynching

The Big Fan

You are a ladder to the sun, youre the hero of my lost times
You are an inspiration for each statement, and each rhyme
You make me want to grab your hand and run to transcend dimensions
Your support, your cohort, and your zero
You are so much more then what meets the eye, and what greets the eye is amazing but you are more then my hero
Your number 1 fan, ill catch each bullet i can from lifes gun but what you have to do might knock you down
But ill never let go, we won’t
Call it a coalition that will rise, be by your side and get to look into your beautiful eyes
Leaves fall in autumn, but they grow again, youll never break but you might bend
Theyll never love you like i love you, ive got letters to send
Ill never crash and burn to ash, but id tear through everything i have to show you how much you are worth
You are triumph, beauty, you are first
You are never alone sweetheart
you know more then me Each beautiful end had a horrible start