Rebel

 

Rebel

My ascension will provoke anxiety but I have a shrink, chaos in the horizon but I refuse to blink, refuse to think, how I came alive after each disaster, I stay safe because my dreams preach just like a pastor

They insisted on calling me MC Socrates, for the rawest flow of the philosophy, drip dropping these and spitting so harshly that the atmosphere is due for apologies. Ophthalmology, my rhymes are college bound destined to major in astrology

I say, kill the noise I’m trying to read, about these information age gladiators conversing with me, as if I would seize the opportunity, as they mistaken the nights silence for some sort of hypocrisy, but politics had no play, no diplomatic immunity today

Just News to say, bypass the outlets and fools, fill up on vegetables especially the peas, mastered any pattern that’s in between A and Z, god locked me in my chamber but I had already stolen the key. This battle is Jr. King vs. Mini Me, do you think happiness is the antonym to my strife, I’ll die for what I believe then live a fake life

Should I climax to create the calamity, or the let everyone else balance modern laws in this world’s insanity. They set a spotlight to our flaws

They wouldn’t stop at our information so they broke our jaws

Without speech there is the greatest language, strongest cause is created out of anguish

Rhyming patterns are the infrastructure in bulk

The Rebel, through devastating storms I base my life upon with the portraits and statues I sculpt

With desperation, I wonder if I missed daylight and the birds had sung

The taste of fear, on my tongue

So I left for the area where the sky was blue, deceived them enough to believe I was from the Metro area of Timbuktu

My holy grail was a picture of something inappropriate I drew

People acted like I spoke in tongues, they feared my scars, frowned as I put smoke in my lungs

I felt like I wanted to declare war on the young

Wondering if this is why the politicians need so many guns! Pleaded with a plot, I observed my life all day

I had epic conservations with big words, because I had nothing to say

The music was the same old melody and even that wouldn’t play

How can I live defeated by my own constitution, I blamed my problems on the new pollution

I wanted to grow wings, and be part of a spiritual revolution

I hate people who wear their sun glasses because they think they are so bright

Never understand censoring the violence when every day I live it

I acted tough, tried to try, each day was another reason to die

Still judged as an outcast of my family, my mind was no longer parallel to my sanity

I entertained therapists with my calamity

Spat volatile and unnecessary amounts of profanity

Depression tried to kill me, not with one assassin, but the whole fleet

When I lost, it wasn’t the defeat but the purpose; I had an army and all of its analogies at my feet

I never paused, I’d never retreat

How should I end this, put my life on repeat?

Fast forward the nonsense, and find something to keep

 

 

Da Da Da (Transcending Hearts)

I see the air to keep on moving as the sounds are gloomy but the music is grooving

I want to believe that this taste in my mouth isn’t that bitter

I’m in love with a shadow that’s a lie stranded under the night sky

A Girl who hates the simple things and is so special she occupied my mind

The pain she has been inflicting made me feel like a victim

And I feel like a little lost child, but then I realize I’m the chosen one

So look in my eyes before I run

My memory has notes on a scandal, I’m breathing in the air of a lost night desperately trying to find a pattern among the screams

The stage and the beams overcome me as my soul leaves my body

I saw my love from a distance, and even as the dark nights cease

I realize my heart may not know its part, but the pain got leaner when you were by my side

I remember a lovelorn creature scrambling to be free, with a heart that was to big for me

My love stayed down to the wire where the bad ones go, and she ran with me down a desolate hill only to fall to the bottom

Her last words run with me wherever I go, from the top of the stars, to a sky that is blue, to the snow of a windy mountain or drowning in a river

She was my last thought, as I was baptized by rejection

I know the night would forewarn me but a day would come when this hex and curse would let me free

I smile in the mirror remembering the past, and thinking about a future

She set my world on fire, but someday another will burn it down

The nights when my body was numb and I dreamed hard and shot high, my hand passing through clear skies

Sometimes my heart sinks like stone, and I wonder when I will roam

When the days will engulf my chest and I will once again be blessed

I’ve been ruined and tarnished, only to be reborn as the representative of lost hearts

I miss the days when my heart would beat so hard I’d feel like I was dying, when I’d wipe off her tear as she was crying

But those memories have a time to go

I shake off the nonsense and stand on the edge wondering whether there is a way back home,home to all the pain and the dishonor, I wanted to show everyone I know that I was going to make it home

I went to hide from whatever is broken, that reaps through the wild wide ocean tide

And as I glide,all the love in past won’t hurt inside and maybe it’s time to go and be something greater then I’ve ever tried, and I don’t want to hurt your pride,but maybe its time to just fly?

Traumy and Poetry (3rd Release)

Trauma and Poetry
I always questioned the authenticity of the world’s philosophy, my poetics earned praise for the way I kept spitting these, so will this be my 21st century Iliad or carefully constructed animosity?

I’m dying to live, living until I die, so you wont take my life without a fight

I used to mar myself, it was lighter at night then during the day, people always asked how I was, I remained clueless as to what to say

I passed the pens, twisted reality into fantasy, got on my good foot to grab my keys

Started the ignition, I’ll keep pushing the limit until I get recognition. My flag was burnt, and as the world turned I leaned to the side, conventional art had an apparent suicide

I want to rise with my lucid glide, and smile before flexing resilience to a violent tide

Together, I’ll fly to the gray sky, but I’m to young to just…fly away

I’ll find the place where the past takes its star making role in history, forget about the trauma and its painful melody

I’m going to listen to what my heart says to me, to believe in every accomplishment, and discontinue the chapter in my psychological biography about everything in the world I hate

Keep the pace, and personify the significance of a perfect stance, kill them with kindness, so I threw my enemies a ice cream cone, extra sweet

This is when my potential and my pride meet, I realized I cant escape life so its time to evolve, so how do you like me now?

Positive over negative, I flipped the script, wrote my story backwards, non-descript words, fly through the air with fluidity like blue birds

One day I can forgive my dad for what he did to me, for now I decipher the pain, trauma and wounds into poetry, so I can show this world what it all means to me.

It’s the best therapy, and I whisper each line with crystal crisp clarity, so maybe there will be days I can go to sleep without fear in me, I’ll donate my story to charity

 

Spread Your Wings (At the Peak of the Earth) 2nd Release

 

Spread Your Wings

Free fall to the top just to spread my wings at the peak of the Earth

I throw my head to the roof; I plaster the image of the past with everything I’ve got

Born closest to the edge, I’d tear through gravity before letting go of this ledge

I tear through my shirt, with each and every breath

I’m blessed to be driven, to set fire to the misconception that celebrity can be given

Turn your head but don’t look back forgiving

This and that, whether they are triggers that are living or the epitome of synonyms for personal business Turned down for the gates of heaven, the fallen angels cowered to the future I stared upon collecting knives at eleven

Free fall to the top just to spread my wings at the top of the Earth

They chant my name tonight, it’s been so many years and I’m going to grab life by the throat and make things right

A sickness is spreading so let’s hold hands and prepare to fight the good fight, we will always do it for serenity, light and I’ll always love you until this world ends, way before the time frame bent and a signal had been sent

I want the clock to begin, I want to see winter freeze and hear my Honeybee sing

If the city doesn’t like it then why do they bounce around to the combination of carving scriptures and bending sounds?

I ascend to Earth, navigating my way since the day of birth

Free falling with a smile all the way to the top

Surrounded by cheap gifts and absence dressed up just to burn and rot

I can still love, I love a lot

It’s calming to know, that through chilling winters a pattern can still flow

Silent moments for cracked motion, an excuse to burn temples and force the life stream into crazed commotion

I stare into the fire, and then looked into the secret in their eyes

Nobody could hear it, but I heard the cries

I was fed the lies

I tried, but he screamed because he was to human to live like that, so now I live like this and I found out that its peace that’s bliss

To stun the world with the spread of your wings, is more important the scars on your wrist

So we free fall in art,

Questioning, does an end have a start?

The answer to all questions is to believe in a heart, and spread your wings and fly so far because you’re strong

It’s easier to show you’re right then prove that you’re wrong

I dedicate and wrote a song, to rewrite the fall and blossom before them all

 

Prepare Yourself For the Production Movement!

Strawberry Grandin will hopefully see two releases in the next six months. Its a big goal to look forward to in my new born career. Thanks Guys! https://www.facebook.com/takeaminutetheofficialnovel

The Power of the Ghetto (We Will Be Seen & Heard)

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

Song of the Day 9/11/2013 “Terrible Things” by Mayday Parade

What comes into your head when someone says Emo, Screamo or Punk? Loud, abrasive and screamed songs. MayDay parade aren’t exactly screamo, but they are as Emo as it comes. Emo music has never been as elegant as “Terrible Things”
“Terrible Things” is about a love story, between two people who grow old. Its about true love just as much as Michael Heneke’s “Amour” was. Terrible Things is a beautiful ballad which is sad enough to bring you to tears.
Even if you aren’t a fan of emo, punk, or even alternative rock, you’ll be surprised at the majestic, vintage feel to Terrible Things. It sounds like something Elton John would write, and its truly impressive.