Some shit i did quick...............peep and critisize....
Tru My eyes i c, the window to the source of so many diverse churning emotions
like an ocean, an in and out tide typa motion
shudderin at the notion of truth to, success after no sin
yeah, I shrug off the "way out" peeps be proposing
cuz the only freedom that leaves my soul open,
with the ability to keep hoping
is the melodious style of wordplay shot out
through my pen, my old friend
Me and ink, in sync creating a complete link to each and every thought I think
even when I'm down and sick, cloudin my mind, the
truth is still seen
and I fiend for the dream to be a free being
music brings the closest feeling to these things-
A nirvanic state, boom chic boom chic chic……at
any rate, music..my soul mate
My 1st cd is self titled THE ARRIVAL
based on truth about survival up to date
there's always that perfect song or beat that
relates the the happiness or hate
whatever life places on my plate, music provides
the outlet to escape
my mind is strong but seems lately I cant hold
the weight
I pace, write and retrace as I wait
handin sh1t over to fate because I've had all the
sh1t I can take
Like humpty dumpty, I've broken into too many
damn pieces
my intinctive words—the only way to release this
to ease this, rhymin is my adhesive
repairin my broken mind, as it silently soothes
and teaches
I laid in my bed today and stepped outside my body
for the first time I REALLY saw ME
I didn't feel pain and I didn't feel sorry
the peace I felt was ironically alarming
Through all the distraught feelings, I feel
strength in multitudes
pain weather old or new, its made and molded YOU
life definitely takes a hold of you, mentally
blue coding you
pain infinitely is pursuin you, lettin you get comfy then uprootin you
guess all you can do is be true to you-
RuthLeSs Aka Intinct poet...
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