This anthology is about gaining trust in one’s ego and having faith in oneself. By exploring all aspects of both the inner and outer world.
The ego is a powerful tool, because it is the instrument for psychological investigation and exploration. Therefore, learning, acknowledging and building a healthy ego are all very important in the growth of an individual.
What inspired this book?
Ego was written during a time when desperately wanted to grow. My early 20’s came with a huge shift in perspective, uncertainty and confusion about my surroundings as well as of my own self. Often I felt as though I was swayed back and forth by earth’s elements. However in truth, earth’s elements were detached and trying to become one with me. Especially Fire, the heat, a component that I have always been so detached from up till that point. I knew I had a fire in me, but I often saw it as a separate entity.
With the ego book, I was able to realize that I had to incorporate this fire and accept it as me. This is portrayed in the ‘Depths’ section of the book in the poems Phlegathon, Spring and Larva Alarm. This aspect as well influenced the cover design of the book.
Like many, my early 20s came with confusion about who I really was. The poem ‘WHO AM I” poses a question many young people ask themselves. Towards the end of the book, ‘I AM ME’ gives an account on how to answer this question. Truly, the essence of the core is one to be learned and discovered all throughout one’s life time. However, the ego is in charge of making all identity and deciding who one is at the moment and in the future as well. As the ego explores and learns the self, it is able to recognize its strengths, its weaknesses and accept all hues and colors. With more self-awareness and active growth, the ego witnesses the essence of the self, a person then sees exactly what belongs to them and what does not.
The main principle, society will only answer 1% of this question, who someone really is can be answered by their own psychological exploration. With this realization, came the inspiration to embark on this project.
Themes of balance are explored throughout this book. From light and dark, to happiness and sorrow, to shallowness and depth. Ego is the beginning of a larger journey, the start of a thrilling adventure, a continuing chapter in the life of the reader. There are mountains to be climbed and oceans to be explored, journeys to be taken and triumphs to be conquered.
There are cycles and loops, colors and sensations, triumphant illuminations, all calling your name, waiting for you to take the leap and begin the journey towards wholeness and balance. Never stop learning, never stop creating, never stop fighting and most importantly, don’t you ever ever stop growing.
ANCHOR
Do you remember the sheer joy that daylight would bring as you would run outside and feel the ground beneath your feet? The way you loved to eat sweets and run carefree through fields of green. Do you remember your favourite shows, toys, shoes and rushing home to watch cartoon network? Do you remember the sheer delight you would have at the end of the school year and the excitement you felt when you would see your friends again? Do you remember your imagination? Hilarious, wild and wide as you acted out scenes from Oscar Wilde!
Do you remember the curiosity to discover new things? Your passions, silliness and quirks, the boundless energy that orchestrated your melody. Determined to take on a world full of possibilities, confidently saying I am that, I am this, without any shame, without an ounce of doubt. Do you remember the shape? The shape of the voice, the voice that spoke, with utmost pride. Do you remember the shape? The shape that bore no shame, nor guilt nor hate. The shape of the voice that spoke with utmost pride and did not hide.
Not so clearly, now that shape is distorted, hazy, unclear and dearly departed. Hazy, unclear, it seemed to have disappeared. For now he cannot speak or judge on his own. Assimilated into society and made hollow, the voice still exists, but the shape seems nonexistent, it appears in feedback loops, like a news anchor. It appears in bursts and glimpses, like a momentary shadow. What is or is not his, he will always borrow. He does not give a damn, he does not know a thing, his only care, is smoking weed and looking cool.
He does not remember either, in fact he is ashamed. So he chases the wind, hungry for the unseen promise. He is angry and horny, confused and needy, for validation and attention, for adventure and affection. How dare he, be naturally calm and sweet, how dare he, not be as aggressive and bad as the rest. In fact he is ashamed of his natural essence. So he rolls in mud and filth, to show how bad he can be. Unbeknownst to him, these qualities do reside, in his unseen mind. In the moving cave, balance is to be found, between the yin and the yang. Unseen forces gnaw at him, he lashes out at the world, and at himself. Like this he dies, his first death.
He stops breathing and stops feeling. He does not recognise familiar surroundings. He is empty, lacking passion, lacking motivation, lacking life. A carcass he is, an empty shell. Run from himself, he can no longer, so he surrenders, to the forces stronger. As he drowns, he sees the shape clearly, it acts as an anchor, heavy and tied to his feet, sinking him further. He tries to talk, but the voice is gone, only the shape remains, dragging him lower and lower. This decent can either be, into madness or salvation, a factor that determines a mad generation. Deeper and deeper he goes, body nonchalant, eyes wide open, taking in all the colors and wonders of the strange ocean. He spots what he wishes, and what he condemns, what he ignores and what he gives focus, what he thinks he is, and what he thinks he is not. All of these are familiar to him, because they are him.
As he sinks further, past the image of his abusive father, it gets darker and darker. He spots a beacon of light, and reaches out to grasp it. The beacon turns into his old ballet shoes, and suddenly hope and joy overwhelm him. He recalls his early days, before he knew of gender and race, before he was condemned and punished for being unique, before his art was killed. When he twirled and danced, one day after the other.
He remembers his dreams, his passions, his freedom and his love. He remembers the melody that fueled his boundless energy. It’s been a while since he felt like this. His heart beats once again. He feels hope again. The passion that takes over him, causes shedding of his outer rigid skin. And born new, is a combination of Apollo and Dionysus, a daring balancer. He holds on to the shape, as it pulls him back to the surface, just like an anchor.
Part one; “City Dionysia”
Aesthetic
Everybody is a star, Day to day protagonists, Each with their own memoir, So exciting and interesting! Oh but it seems so bizarre, That love is so blinding, And grace is entwined in, Refined and perfect timing.
Kaleidoscopic stimulating sfumatos, This exciting song keeps me on my toes. No time to dwell on worries and sorrows, Dance forever, shoot the arrow. The world is broad and love is bold. Don’t think too much we’re growing old. How much love! How much joy! When you lose yourself to music and your tale is told!
This aesthetic is so magnetic, Energetic and quite kinetic, Quite poetic and all synthetic, Everything goes so, for now just live, Enjoy yourself.
Capturing images, conjuring memories, Such beauty is so sweet, colour to savour. Giving meaning, giving feeling, giving character so glistening. Such beauty is so sweet, under the camera lens.
Capturing likeness, figurines and portraits, Some are sensational and some censored. With a click and a flick, art is made quick, With a drop of a brick, art is made slick.
Morrocan marble architecture is more inviting. Moreover to marvel at the divinity of lightning. From Blue bay beaches, all the way to Seychelles, The camera teaches and leaves one speechless.
Zoom in, zoom out, adjust the phosphorescence. Aim the eye towards the eclipse’s crescent. Attaching a visual to each burst of pleasance. The eye that observes from a shouldered vantage.
Such beauty is so sweet, colour to savour. The camera is better, oh so better than an eye, For what’s in the mind’s eye, the camera will pry. A mood for each day, and a lens for each wake.
Fancy things oh fancy things, City Dionysia, City Dionysia, Fancy things oh fancy things, City Dionysia, City Dionysia, What you feel in your heart, When you see the stars, That’s Dionysia, that’s Dionysia.
Life indeed is magic, The yin and yang of Paris, Hoping loops like a bunny, Oh my, it is so funny, Life indeed is tragic, But life is also classic, Violette and Violet, Valihas and Violins.
Fancy things oh fancy things, Neon lights, thirty stories high, Fancy wishes, fancy dreams Champagne and diamonds, Breath taking wet kisses, Fancy realities blossom sweet romance, We can do anything, we can be anything. Fancy realities blossom sweet romance, Do our thing, Do our thing, Don’t care about anybody.
Sensationnel, C’est effrayant, It’s crowded, but also vacant, Love for others, society does not accommodate, So we take what’s ours and turn our backs to the rest.
Some things are too sweet like honey, Might leak and ruin the Armani, As the toy vibrates and hums, And I try not to cum. He and I and money, Indeed life is magic.
This is my first love, The love with which I was born, The love that stuck by my side, The love that keeps me alive. The love in which I immerse, I immerse and I’m engulfed, My body starts to change, My mind is all refreshed, My muscles aren’t the same, Compared to when I first got on stage.
Fly away as my body evolves Feel the beat in my veins and my bones, Feel empowered as I twirl in circles, The freedom feels, the freedom feels, So damn good I’m lost, Lost in the fleeting rush. I’m finding my peace in the thrill. Fly away as I lose control. Finding peace, finding freedom.
A que, a call, Done this too many times before, Feeling something taking control. My first love used me to convey a message. My remedy, Freeing me from negativity, Releasing all sensitivity, So I can be present entirely.
Fly away as my body evolves Feel the beat in my veins and my bones, Feel empowered as I twirl in circles, The music feels, the freedom feels, Intoxicating, vehemently liberating, Formidably euphoric, as my soul tells stories. All we need is eloquent folly.
Composing is my escape, to music I correlate, Each key holds so much weight, The rhythm, I celebrate. He couldn’t be here, but now I don’t care, Because I’m leaving, and my art will never leave.
Play the tune, to wherever it takes me, I am immune to pain and envy, Just a little dose of crazy daily, The freedom feels, freedom feels, So damn good I’m lost, Lost in the fleeting rush. I’m finding my peace in the thrill. Fly away as I lose control. Finding peace, finding freedom.
The piano is my echo, echo. Guiding me to let go, let go. The jingle rings on the tenth note, The singer’s tempo, tempo, A new tune comes my way, Comes my way, comes my way Before I finish the current one.
Just hop on the hope boat, You started off on a high note, Hey here, give me the remote, Leave your body afloat, Listen to what I wrote, Upon the boat, On the love boat.
These days the vibrations are intense, You make it make sense, These things require instinct, A juvenile essence.
Just like bowling, You don’t need a whole code, You just need to reload, You just need to let life live, Let the light fly in.
Ricochet, ricochet, Bouncing away from past days, Make way, my Milky Way, You’re as beautiful and far indeed. No edging, pleading or teasing, Take it, take it, you know you need it. Ti amo, Te amo, Eu te amo.
Broken promise that I would stay put, Reneged, but why regret? No edging, pleading or teasing, Take it, take it, you know you need it Ti amo, Te amo, Eu te amo.
Ricochet, ricochet, Almost lost you yesterday, My RNA, my milky way, Walls tight, but giving me leeway.
Rushed to your compound, In the middle of a lockdown, To pour out my feelings, In the middle of a quarantine, Could not help myself, Needed to tell you I love you.
Sick of all the quarrelling, Questions and queries on phone, I’ll be your quaranthing, You’re my RNA, I am your DNA.
You are my RNA, I am your DNA, You turn I to an O, just like RM says. You turn everyday into a getaway, My RNA, my milky way, Walls tight, but giving me leeway.
Amidst all the straight lines, the earth is beautiful and flows with abundant life. So many special and colorful places, whole oceans to be explored. The earth is too beautiful and to be ignored.
Mars bare and cold, So fascinating to behold, Martians mysterious and evolved, A favorite to fantasize, And that thing over there? Oh yeah that’s just the moon, Unable to resist earth’s lure and pull. But earth has a queen’s presence, No other carries her essence.
In the solar sphere sorority spell, The only rock that can sustain life, With gases and minerals, the planet thrives, A self-healer, regenerating through the ages.
When you stand at the center, You’ll weigh less a centimeter! Seasons change and life blooms in a minute, Volcanoes rumble hot and red, Trees cleanse the spiritual field, Bringing healing, bringing peace, Curious life runs deep in the ocean, The earth twirls and dances, With words unspoken.
Imagine you were in space, watching this planet, Do not lie, you would be in awe, Glistening reflections and sounds of emotion, In a dark universe.
Even without a hallucinogenic, Earth is authentic, photogenic. Earth is a relic so magnetic. Epic and energetic, Elite, kinetic and electric.
When you stand at the center, You’ll weigh less a centimeter, Seasons change and life blooms in a minute, Volcanoes rumble hot and red, Trees cleanse the spiritual field, Bringing healing, bringing peace, Curious life runs deep in the ocean, The earth twirls and dances, With words unspoken.
Even without a hallucinogenic, Earth is authentic, photogenic. Earth is a relic so magnetic. Epic and energetic, Electric, kinetic and elite.
Dear Serenader, You’re my invader, A real team player, Dark cloak like Vader.
Are you a masquerader? Or a messenger? Did you fly acres? Or did you linger?
It’s a reflected scenario, There’s a matrix loop through my window. A smile tomorrow, I could sure use a smile to borrow.
Though I am locked in this fortress, I don’t notice, Because you sing your chorus. When you come in the morning, Got me sorted, Covid’s obsolete.
Dear serenading soul, Will see you at the dawn, At my door you peck and peek, You’ve had a winning streak.
Dear Serenader, You’re my invader, A real team player, Dark cloak like Vader.
Are you a masquerader? Or a messenger? Did you fly acres? Or did you linger?
It’s a reflected scenario, There’s a matrix loop through my window. A smile tomorrow, I could sure use a smile to borrow.
Of course these days, Go by a different way, I cannot delay the portrait, But oh, the orchid, You bring into my orbit, What a surprise at sunrise! That reminds me of the outside, With you I socialize.
Dear serenading soul, Will see you at the dawn, At my door you peck and peek, You’ve had a winning streak.
It’s a reflected scenario, There’s a matrix loop through my window. A smile tomorrow, I could sure use a smile to borrow.
Even though it’s ephemeral, The days to come, they are several, Hoping to walk in your vicinity, Fly by my side so discreetly.
Seven Seven against sinking, Aeschylus would be proud, Seven angels singing, Synchronistic hidden sounds.
Soliloquies in my dreams, Seven angels sing, Serene Symphonies, Singing softly unto thee, Silently and sequentially, Serendipities, Singularity and catharsis.
Seven by the sea S-S-Seven saving we, Seven heaven’s scenery, Seven by the sea S-S-Seven saving we, Seven heaven’s scenery.
Soliloquies in my sleep, Seven angels sing, Serendipities, Shining slowly secretly, So believe purple love endures, Seven sides of Bacchus, Seven moons, seven constellations.
Should I draw cash or should I draw a cheque? Should I go fast or keep it in check? Shall it be Queen or Janelle Monae? Shall I wear black or shall I wear pink? Shall I go sleep or shall I go drink? Will she kiss me when we finally meet? Or will he turn his head, and not even speak?
Is it going to shine or is it going to rain? Keep it inline or keep it entwined? Shall I be crazy or shall I be good? Before it clocks noon, it depends on my mood. We find precision in our decisions, We have the gift of free will, to go any way. So why not give happiness, and a sunshine ray? We are the light, we are the future, So why not ignite our love on new year’s?
For living is loving, And we make a choice to live.
Decisions decisions, Oh, how they empower us. Decisions, decisions, Our secret admirers. Decisions decisions, Our everyday drivers.
You were such an enigma ah ah. You were shy, you didn't want to play. You hid under the car ah ah. Then came Christmas, then came Easter. Each new day, you were so eager. You're my keeper, you're my leader. In your story I feature, to know I am eager:
Hello my arachnid canine, Why are you such a mystery? What goes on in that head of yours?
Bonjour petit anime, Si belle, Si belle, Une beauté, Un bel être. Un être à aimer, Un être à tenir.
Through the ages, their love is ageless. Through the phases, through the pages, Man's best friend across all stages, changes and races.
Embodiments of positivity, the pinnacle of growth. What did we do to deserve these creatures? Positive, empathetic, optimistic and unique. What did we do to deserve these creatures? Antique energy, a remedy for apathy. What did we do to deserve these creatures? Our pain is their pain and our joy is their joy. Hey, nunu, love you. Dot.
Bonjour petit anime, Si belle, Si belle Une beauté, Un bel être. Un être à aimer, Un être à tenir.
From the raindrop on the window to a detailed snowflake, It seems as though every aura comes alive, Each thing, with it’s own music, Each thing is a muse, It’s life’s subtle magic.
Rain accentuates the air conditioner’s frostbite. In the corner of the French Bistro, with his canvas, paintbrush in hand. I smile flustered, for I can tell he’s painting me. Through sweater paws I pick up my coffee, Taking a sip, momentarily reveling in the rich taste. Appreciating the moment and the elusive enchantments.
Multi lingual crowd, focused on a singer, He sings in french, creole and spanish. His soulful voice, pure art to lavish. Perhaps I am in love with the island’s magic. I do not speak the language, but I take a ride in the carriage.
From a child’s innocent laugh to a spark in a stranger’s glance, It seems as though every aura comes alive, Each person, with their own music, Each person, a muse. It’s life’s subtle magic.
Black and white photos hung in the corner. Historical scenes at this very hour, And I think, how long will this happiness last? This very moment, one that dreams cast, Gaze lingers, at the pendulum clock. Purple spring flowers with green backdrops,
Art claimed me, and will not leave me, If I ignore it for too long, I feel ill. Art marked me, vowed to stay forever. Art gets jealous, Art get gets angry, When school, work, or anyone gets more attention.
Art follows me, and will not leave me. Art gnaws at me, and screams for attention. I do not live in the renaissance, I am no Shakespeare, Mozart or Michelangelo, So what is the point?
I cannot escape it, It will gnaw at me, till I explore it’s depths fully. Should I ignore it? No, It’s a party with amazing amusement, It’s ironic, magnificent, orgasmic, Art is with me, art is with me, art is with me. Art won’t leave me till I fully build it.
Regular humans truly bore. I miss the orchestra and the wooden floor. The theatre is the rightful home, To which I will always belong. The teenage me, found a home on the wooden floor, Found myself in different characters. The make up, the lights, the thrill and the rush. Art is celestial, Art is divine. I belong to Art, and Art is mine.
Under golden chandeliers, a primeval cry, a primal cheer. Three winged musketeers, in one accord with the puppeteer.
Their egos are not as developed as ours, so they deserve to be exploited.
One sentient being, Stands aching in silence and fright. If she had wings she would take flight, But she freezes through the night.
One sentient being, Gasps for air in metal heat, Under the orders of the elite, She will be tortured, battered and bruised.
The unstable truck is nothing but ill luck, Saw through the trunk and a hole through the gut, Body thrown away, only to consume a chunk, Exploited to the limit, the point of no return.
A sacrifice of a treasure, for momentary pleasure, Oh, what draconian measures, for one species’ leisure A vision so linear, can only be seen from the exterior. The weak are inferior, the strong are delirious.
One sentient being, Opens her eyes, pleading with the earth king, Earthling to earthling. One sentient being, Cries out to be heard, pleading with the earth king, Earthling to earthling. One sentient being, tied up and powerless, Let’s out a tear of grief, hoping to speak, To the soul of the earth king, earthling to earthling. But the earth king is detached, his sadism cannot be matched.
The sun will shine on you, you will run through fields of green. You’ll be at peace, you will be free, you’ll live to see all kinds of glee. These words I speak, earthling to earthling, Be patient milady, you will soon breathe.
The earth is red, and wreaks of rotting flesh, but we put an elegant Chanel jacket on top of the disgusting and decaying abomination that is the 21st century man. There lies nothing but doom for us as karma for the way we have relished in torture, exploitation, and suffering. We have thrived off the milking of agony from the sacred lives of conscious beings. What has been put out, will soon return.
The foolish men shouted, “Where is the light?” And thus I responded, “The light that you seek, is not here, But beyond the river that guards your soul. Open the door beyond the darkness, And you will find a light, Brighter than what you could ever hope to fathom.”
Deeper deeper, I’m a believer of karma, Mantras of balance, And canvas bringing contrast, Deeper deeper, I just need a breather, yeah yeah yeah.
The drama comes the karma ends, At the start of the decade, Is a collective event, Shedding walls while locked in walls, Forcing me to explore depths, I’ve been always afraid of.
Odette and Odile, Got a strange ordeal, The older the odor, The stronger the bolder, Going through a crisis, Phoenix is rising, It’s a transformation right now.
The trigger’s coming, The bigger picture forms forms forms, In my head I feel the tension of the drums drums drums,
Ether neither, I just need a breather, yeah yeah yeah, Slither from the weather, Let it wither, yeah yeah yeah, Whispers, thrillers, Music from the zither, yeah yeah yeah.
Ocean breeze upon my verandah nah nah nah. Secret of Ganga’s memoranda, Nature’s propaganda. Finding balance, In a secret mantra yeah, yeah yeah.
Leave me alone, Leave me alone, You don’t know me yeah.
Temper, oh this temper, choleric emerging, Furious and angry, peeked and ready, Underneath the daily glow is a tornado. Turning on my radio, hearing the falsetto.
Seven urging me to let go, Let go of the tornado and go psycho, Free flow, shadow laying low? No not any more, taking note, Picking up my pen art leads me though, I realize it’s just me myself and I.
The trigger’s coming, The bigger picture forms forms forms, In my head I feel the tension of the drums drums drums,
Ether neither, I just need a breather, yeah yeah yeah, Slither from the weather, Let it wither, yeah yeah yeah, Whispers, thrillers, Music from the zither, yeah yeah yeah.
Deeper deeper, I’m a believer of karma, Mantras of balance, And canvas bringing contrast, Deeper deeper, I just need a breather, yeah yeah yeah,
Why do we speak of pain as though it is horrendous? Yet, the people who cause us the most ache, lead us to our higher selves. By dimming our light and abandoning us in the darkness, they force us to face our souls. Pain is a concept, fabricated by evolution, to trigger crucial areas in the soul. By its intensity it opens portals in the spirit allowing blocked energy to flow, bringing healing, bringing growth. From one ripple, waves are formed.
Apathy takes control, The heart no longer pumps, The mind no longer dreams. This is the worst death of all. The death of the mind, the death of the creative. The first death of all.
From ear to ear, A knife is slicing. One can no longer move, Nothing is enticing. There is guilt in existing, Everything is nauseating, There is no point in smiling. Physical death is all that’s left.
Holding on to folly unwinded now, now now, Holding onto bread unleavened, bow, bow, bow. Holding on to something that is dead, How? How? How? Feelings profound, depression bound.
Deeper, sinking deeper, Losing control, drowning and falling, Sinking lower by the day, Struggling to wake up, Eyes will not open, Paralysed and broken.
There is no relief, There is no hope to heal, The wraiths must have their meal, And devour the being like veal. Holding on to folly unwinded now, now now, Holding on to something that is dead, How? How? How? Feelings profound, depression bound.
This is what they do They suck you in Then play a fool, The time to pay their dues. Thus, they will break you, shape you and mold you, They control you, Theorizing hysteria.
See what they do, Sins and deceit, Sinister receipts, Surrounded by greed, Saying they want to heal you, fix you and teach you, Seeking to control you, Sowing all the wrong seeds.
Ask what they do, Answers bring rue. Although renewed, Always confused. Astounding results with systematic manipulation. Adding to the tension, Antonyms of peace.
Peep how they do it, Propaganda at its finest, Polishing crystal edges, Punishing empathy bearers. Preparing to use you, abuse you and spit on you, Picking all the weak ones, Polluting all the clean ones.
A large sign hangs over we, All they see is our skin.
A lonely island, A treasure chest. The losers in this game of chess, We will chase and chase, But will we ever win the race?
Scared of my reflection, Far from perfection, I face persecution, Passive aggressive segregation, Breaking under the tension. They butcher our minds, Butcher our self-confidence, The same way we all, Butcher other earthlings.
Nuclear missiles race, Poisonous fireworks rain, Aimed at me for my race.
The illusion is flowers blooming, Insecurity and rage are grooming, The trauma looms, Dark is the world at noon.
There is no happiness, In the paradise isle, Unless I wake, A lighter shade. Nuclear missiles race, Oh what pain.
Through obsessive observations, I have come to realise, Oftentimes, we are ostracised. Culture stolen and criticised, Our sexuality commercialised, Seen as obscene and objectified. Caricatures for entertainment, Caricatures for mass projections.
Voices drowned, toxic sounds, Trauma bound, unstable ground. A large sign hangs over me, All they see is my skin.
Nuclear missiles race, Poisonous fireworks rain, Aimed at me, for my race.
The 12th year of the zodiac, Bore a hypochondriac, Or a nymphomaniac, As labelled by egomaniacs.
Form a mask, The church asked. Don’t you dare explore, The depths of your mind! Form a mask, The school asked. Ignore all you bore, Don’t you dare explore, Do as you’re told!
His architect paired with the Gemini In retrospect, questioned the “I” To protect the third eye, Lies were told and they smiled.
Solar rotations came, seasons changed, The escape was daydreams Imagination about constellations And so came back, the rabbit zodiac
He cut off his face to please their needs But everybody had their own.
So stored a collection of dead skin That he sewed on when convenient.
"Oh, are you happy now? Is this the face that you want? If not, I will cut it off. And sew on another That fits your demands."
Recently it’s been impossible to conjure any character, So many retakes, frustrating the director, Disapproving stares from my costars. The producer bangs the table and yells, Suddenly I fail to remember my lines, And my role is even stranger.
Yah, opening up to speak but cannot find a voice, Sweating profusely under lights and unreadable gestures. Which part is this? Is it act one, scene three or take two? I don’t belong, I don’t belong here, I see a smirk, I see a chuckle, A passive look, avoiding eye contact, no empathy.
I have nothing, I am empty, I have no value, I can’t even hold a relationship, Socially I am not successful, I am not needed or sought for, All that I have is art, And now that too is failing me.
Failing at everything, failing at everything I keep on trying and trying, But I cannot make the mike ring. Failing at everything, failing every task and turn, I’m failing life, it's failing me.
Missing the beat and ending on a low, Disconnected from my rhythm and flow. Cannot write a thing, there’s a spiritual block. The camera lens is not magical anymore. The creativity from my past has left, Now the paintbrush feels alien.
Why can’t I sing? What’s with me? What’s with me? This is all I have, now I’m losing touch. Disconnected and rejected, isolated and incoherent. A passive chuckle, passive pity, In their eyes, they are all judging.
I feel slower I feel worthless, I feel sluggish I feel useless, Perhaps that magic and passion was all just childish excitement. When the moment comes, I will run out, and never return.
I have nothing, I am empty, I have no value, I can’t even hold a relationship, Socially I am not successful, I am not needed and unsought for, All that I have is art, And now that too is failing me.
“Pillars moved in City Dionysia, and in came marching, warriors from beyond the Mediterranean Sea, and prominent men on Trojan horses. Peasants bowed to unseen forces. Flames blew, drums followed a beat. This was no ordinary banquet. For one legend had arrived from a successful two year conquest. He sat on a throne, upon a floating stage, from him radiated ANGER and RAGE, READY TO BURN IT ALL TO THE GROUND.”
The paradoxes never end, Craving peace, but attracted to chaos, Nonviolent, but excited by violence Comfortable only in discomfort. Going insane to stay sane.
Pent up and brushed aside, So many reasons to be angry, So many to be angry at. Utterly fed up, disgusted and unamused. Utterly filled with hate, detest and aggression.
The darkness grows and lingers, The urge to conquer every corner, The urge to look them in the eye and spit at their beliefs, The urge to fight, the urge to wipe, the smirks of their faces. The urge to laugh at their misfortune from a throne above. Repulsive, regressive and repugnant. The world, the people around me, my demographic, Colleagues, racists, society, the elite, Ignorant fools, misogynists, carnists, classists, classmates, Is it them I am angry at, or is it myself?
Urges, fetishes, and desires. Erotic fantasies, explicit daydreams, About salacious escapades. The concoction of anger and erotic cravings, A perfect recipe for chaos and turmoil.
Pour oil everywhere, light a match. Watch everything burn, Everything burns to dust. This world needs a cleansing. Pour oil everywhere, light a match. Watch everything burn, Everything burns to dust. This world needs a cleansing.
To see them burning, Smirks wiped away, only despair left, Perhaps this would quench the anger. Watch it burn, Watch the world burn to dust.
The anger, the violence, the fire. Oh how freeing it is, To accept this inner madness. To let chaos consume, And revel in tumult. The anger, the violence, the darkness.
The paradoxes never end, Craving peace, but attracted to chaos, Nonviolent, but excited by violence Comfortable only in discomfort. Going insane to stay sane.
Watch it burn, Watch everybody die, Watch their flesh perish in flames. Watch the world burn to dust.
A lucid song starts to hum, The transformation has just begun. What’s that word? The one they call the female dogs, huh? What’s that word? It’s time to unleash that side of me, hun.
Selfishness is the venue. Viola a quoi il en est venu, Feeling so disrespected, It’s time to unleash Durga, Pupils more than dilated And I cry out, “hajima!” This is so complicated, Nange, nze nakowa.
Spectacle comes crashing down, Pinnacle of hell is cracking now, A lucid song starts to hum, The transformation has just begun. Gashina Nah Nah, Gashina Yah! Yah!
When I cry out hajima, Watch me transform into Durga, Nze nakowa, nze nakowa, Gashina Nah Nah, Gashina Yah! Yah!
Why so loud? The fire in me is emancipating, Why so loud? The tone you speak in is condescending. Despise and detest, Distaste and resentment, An inner hostility, animosity, What’s piled up in me, is intense feelings, A blocked chakra flow, feel it in my breathing. A lucid song, amidst the crowd, Transforming with the fireworks.
A lucid song starts to hum, The transformation has just begun. What’s that word? The one they call the female dogs, huh? What’s that word? It’s time to unleash that side of me, hun.
A magnificent mandala, Orange hues, And warm undertones. From her I hide, Persona magnified.
She evades my glare, But invades my stare.
My shadow, I’m chasing you, In this jamais vu.
You’re my own bully, You are the one that bullies me. You are glistening soul, Resonating reasonably with me. You are a decalcomania, An embellishment, Of my replenishment.
Reading a lot of Beauvoir, My luncheon differs from that of Renoir. Questioning the credibility of my reservoir, Quand le vin est tire, il faut le boire. Je suis sorti, j'ai quitté, j'ai quitté le choir.
Shaking off the tonnes, ready and done. The truth was spun, thus had begun, The theory of what is fun? The hankering to get up and run. Relishing in the madness' sun. Let go, let go, let go Where the wind goes is a sight to behold. Get going, get going, get going, get going. Where the wind goes is a sight to behold.
Every day was a new fight, In those days we sweated a lot, More fire upon fire we were born in the heat, Feet hitting the ground in summer’s humidity. Suspended in the hot air, fiery juveniles.
The throne of Hephaestus, Waiting for us, Each day a new fight, each task a new fright, Couldn’t avoid it, The void, it would hinder our flight.
Submerging completely in burning sensations, Each day a new battle with the fire proof blaze, Ignited with the igneous cannonade. Can’t die. Can’t die. Can’t die.
Too close to Phlegethon, skin scaling like a dragon, Marching on, marching to the gong. Too close to Phlegethon skin scaling like a dragon, Marching on, marching to the gong.
Birth of a fire breather, fire breather. Inhale exhale, inhale exhale. Birth of a fire breather, fire breather. Inhale exhale, inhale exhale. Fire breather, lethal ethers.
The upper echelon trekked wary of Phlegethon, Bygones be bygones, we chose to hang on, Up went the choking smoke, Next we were seen falling, falling.
Nothing could be done, no pentagon would gong, Submerging completely in burning sensations, From the smoke ignited with fire proof blaze, Ignited with the igneous cannonade. Can’t die. Can’t die. Can’t die.
Too close to Phlegethon, skin scaling like a dragon, Marching on, marching to the gong. Too close to Phlegethon skin scaling like a dragon, Marching on, marching to the gong.
Birth of a fire breather, fire breather. Inhale exhale, inhale exhale. Birth of a fire breather, fire breather. Inhale exhale, inhale exhale. Fire breather, lethal ethers.
In the beginning we trekked wary, avoiding Phlegethon, Up went the engine, joined the marathon, Expecto patronum, there’s a golden fleece, We’re the ones guarded by Feng Huang, Now I’m breathing fire! Now I’m breathing fire! Now! I choke in smoke! Now I roar and soar! Now I’m breathing fire! Now I’m breathing fire! Now I’m breathing fire! Now!
Silence. “In the beginning…. There was nothing……..”
Inside the lava lamp, Constellations display all future interactions, Orange and red lights shine and free flow, Just as a volcano bound to explode.
Dancers I mimic as I float through decisions, As I cruise through emissions, Dreaming too soon to join the legion, Dreaming to fly and evolve all the timid timmy turners, That reside in the terrains of the informer.
Inside this lava lamp, Purple balloons, hold my changes, Watch them float, watch them float, Watch them float, watch them float Watch them float past me, Watch them float, watch them float, Watch them float, watch them float Watch them float past me.
Inside this lava lamp, Volcanoes erupt, signifying to be alert, A larva alarm.
Evil or good, which one is the victor? Which one emerges, and which one delays? Which of these is innate, which of these compensates? Both breathe, both remain alive. Both fly high, in the mind’s eye. Watch them dance, watch them dance, Watch them dance, what them dance, Watch them dance with me, Watch them dance, watch them dance, Watch them dance, watch them dance, Watch them dance with me.
Are we brave? These days we crave, The pain and the rush, Screaming “Bring it!” We’re doing too much, The breakfast bunch.
A remedy, spring chakras, Reminiscing laughter, Breaking character, Believing and becoming, Receiving and revealing, Breathing, reaching and healing.
Made some mistakes, had some wake aches, But the future’s a canvas of stanzas.
A palace at the surface matches, An axis on the atlas, Amidst these genius theses, And senseless crises, Our choices are our verses, Through focus and ashes, The genius catches, Glimpses of the righteous.
We used to sit defunct and gloom, In our euphonious rooms, Painting didgeridoos.
Three messes, Now done crying about exes, Now channeling fire, Letting the spark of hope inspire.
Listening, glistening, Sweat dripping, body healing, Destroying and opening, Let the flame glisten, Destroying and opening, Let the flame listen.
And in spring, We’ll finally breathe, And dawn will bring, So much to speak, Let the flame burn, Let the flame burn.
Who says that we need to feel guilt? They crumble, the structures we built, We can always be free, live unapologetically. Solid ground is forming, the flame burning.
In need of redemption, And limited attention, Reminiscing laughter, Breaking character, Falsely labelled by stigma. The caricature of enigma.
We would stay up till two, Trying to deflect the neglect, But maybe it is best, To close the door and let The candle burn.
We used to sit defunct and gloom, In our euphonious rooms, Painting didgeridoos.
Three messes, Now done crying about exes, Now channeling fire, Letting the spark of hope inspire.
And in spring, We’ll finally breathe, And dawn will bring, So much to speak, Let the flame burn, Let the flame burn.
Listening, glistening, Sweat dripping, body healing, Let the flame glisten, Destroying and opening, Let the flame listen.
Wings will sprout, In and out, Day by day, We’ll continue to run, The flame will burn, Screws will turn. You’ll be okay.
Spring and winter intertwine, One comes now, One will come then, The growing core reigns, The growing core reigns, Bring on the rain Bring on the rain.
Lightning bolts and silent earthquakes, Nothing’s at stake, Don’t ever shake, Bring on the rain, Bring all that rain, Look at that pain, And punch it in the face.
To be the only one in the sistine chapel on a rainy monday night and gaping in awe at the chronological metamorphosis overhead was awe inspiring. Faintly, I could hear the words “You shall not prevail!” in utter bellowing as I stared at God separating the darkness from the light. And I thought to myself, he separated it, but did not vanquish the darkness completely. Because neither can exist without the other. The game of order, nature's wonder.
My gaze then turned to the spectacle in front of me. The risen, so dense from all their spiritual goodness, struggled to be pulled up by angels on to clouds on which they stood, safe at the right hand side of the divine lamb, smiled upon by purity. Torso’s so large because of all they had absorbed during their lifetime.
Mystified by the magnificence, I looked to the Erythrean sibyl for answers, strangely aroused by her broad muscular shoulders, powerfully masculine arms and soft feminine face. Her neck strong and stern yet gentle, embodying her life’s work.
At where beginning meets end, A large mirror resides, A large mirror that defines, The fake and true.
To where beginning meets end, The seeker descends. At Zero o’clock, To take flight with the flock.
Neon lights dance, To a sultry dreamlike beat. In a chair he seats, Moving steadily forward. Neon lights dance, To a sultry dreamlike beat. Images pass him by, Some reminiscent, some unfamiliar.
Towards the mirror, He floats, he floats, he floats, he floats. Into the mirror, He looks, he looks, he looks, he looks. In the mirror, He sees, he sees, he sees, he sees.
Versions of him, Incomplete and begun. Versions of him, Some with flowers, some with guns. On the right, a princess. On the left, a prodigal son. Neon lights dance around him, To a sultry dreamlike beat.
The mirror explodes An image of a supernova, His body is suspended, In a void of nothingness.
A small door appears, Design simple, but elegant, The door opens, He falls into an empty space, He falls into Mercury's orbit.
“I have travelled too far, I have travelled too far. As I speak, the coordinates of my declination can no longer display. Unable to register anything, my suit is running out of power, for there is no star in my vicinity, just glitches of images, some of which have been, or are to be.
The harsh reality is that I have slipped into a glitch in space and time, floating through the edge of totality. Particles in my body are breaking down and reconstructing as my matter shifts through different dimensions. I’m here, I’m there, I’m everywhere, but nowhere.
Clouds of fluorescent atomic dust surround me as memories of dying galaxies spurge explosions in the far distance. Unrecordable enchanting sounds echo beautifully from the cluster of whirling color. The comparison, melodic tunes.
Thousands of globular clusters, form maps telling the story of the cosmos providing answers to the most perplexing queries that have plagued mankind for eons. The answer has been right in front of us all this time. I cannot explain it to you. One thing I can say for sure, is that I have seen the truth. In doing so, I must inform you all that there is much much more to be discovered.
Also, I am not alone out here. I have come to believe that there is a parallel universe that I am slowly sipping into. Earlier, an aperture formed above me, from it fell a winged creature into the dark matter below me.
I have travelled too far, I have travelled too far. To whoever is listening, I hope you can find me, I hope that I still exist by the time that you find this.”
Imagine if everyone was genuine, No hate lust or envy, Conversations more lengthy, Handling hearts gently, No getting caught up in a frenzy.
Imagine if we saw minds, souls, spirits, Instead of body parts and digits, Imagine if we paid visits to our true selves, Instead of piling up an image above the shelf, Imagine if we were more conscious, A little less obnoxious, And more empathetic.
Imagine all the while it took just to gather, Imagine if we were all friends than enemies rather, Imagine if loving him didn’t really matter, Imagine if we weren’t all just mad as a hatter, Imagine the world then.
Imagine a time when, Selfishness and narcissism, Could get you in the den.
And if there is such a thing as a goal, I need to find the answers. I twirl and toss and hoax, Hoping for a necromancer. Nobody makes sense, Not religion, politicians, Mind readers or physicians.
So many essential eclipses, Vehement ellipses, Stirring the elixir, Houdini and alchemy.
Recruiting for a reboot, I run with my dirty boots, In the night I hear an owl hoot, And I wonder what to shoot.
Shallow animations, I wander through the night, I wonder what’s inside, And blunder through the light, Will conquering be mine? Yonder these thoughts survive.
Rendered speechless, these screeches Suspended in the midst of the fast world, I wander through the night, I wonder what’s inside.
What is my incline? What story do I tell? Who reigns beneath the skin? Will I ever know? I wonder through the night, Searching for insight.
Plain Stern Stoic Face, Dull, structured repetitive day. Ordinary and regular, Set rules by the book. Rigidity and passivity, Since birth these drain me.
Everybody’s so unique and special, Everybody’s so cool and smart, Everybody’s got something to say, Everybody says the same things. Everybody is anybody, Everybody is somebody’s.
But where is the siren That calls my body? Where’s the me That me embodies?
My passion needs a twin flame Where’s the other, Who bares my color? Where’s the other, Who bares my fire? My passion needs a twin flame.
I like to learn every day, And grow every day, I like to watch human beings, I live to explore.
Enticement and excitement, Creativity and curiosity, Innovation and intellect, These are the things, That make my mind sing.
Tired of power trips, Tired of cliques, And fake smiles. Just want to fly away, Long to fly away, Dream to fly away.
I’m so tired of hate, So tired of the race, So tired of friction, And passive aggression.
Just want to fly away, Long to fly away, Dream to fly away.
Monday, Everyone’s got some story. Something to prove, And a snobbish tone.
Half of the class is made of glass, Nurturing the negative. Harbouring preconceived, Preconceptions, Of negative rhetorics, Prerogatives and prejudice.
There’s no air, And I’m so tired. Tired of power trips, Tired of cliques, And fake smiles.
I’m so tired of hate, So tired of the race, So tired of friction, And passive aggression.
The music it came again, Santana by name, My spiritual migraines, They sound so profane For what I gain, I can never contain, The never ending pain. That punctuates my memories
I was down at the orange town, Like a forest hound, I was lost, When I met my mother, Her name is music. And my father, His name is art. They comfort me, Make me feel so real. I do not insist, Maybe they do exist.
Who what when, Who what when, Who did, who did that? Who did what? You did.
Muscles burn, body turns, Mind and matter flowing in sync, Piled up passion inside, Say hello to my Mr. Hyde. Chasing completion, Screw elations towards me, Don’t give a fuck anymore, Don’t give a fuck what anyone thinks of me.
Bring that pain, bring on the challenge, Bring the pain on, Bring all the pain I’m fine today, I pray and fight, I’ll keep on fighting from here.
Nice to meet you Mrs. Huntress, What do we do in this fortress? We can do anything that we want. Nice to meet you my seductress, Where do we go from here? We can conquer, we conquer the world, Yes fuck them all, yes fuck them all. Yes fuck them all, yes fuck them all.
How dare I project our beauty on to them? Few deserve that hue, but we got no time to rue. Rise and fall, these cycles make and break, These cycles cause growth aches, Moving forward is all we have.
Bring that pain, bring all the pain, Bring the challenge, bring the pain I’m fine today, I pray and fight, I’ll keep on fighting from here.
Sweet meticulous rain drops, Hammered against my window, As though begging for entrance. Seductive and enchanting, Timeless and soothing, The somniferous rhythm, Of window washer, Had me thinking to deep measures.
Amidst the pouring rain, Destitute of optics, Undiscerning and typhlotic, Choosing to write my own coptics. From that day own I’d be my own revelation, Standing up to temptation, A wonderful sensation, To be emerged in true geniality.
To be one with oneself, At the hour of twelve, I found my seventh heaven. In the seventh angel’s wing.
Hour after hour, I pondered in wonder. The answer came forthwith, The seventh angel’s wing.
Moments of happiness, moments of sadness, they come and go, but you remain. Seasons change and time, it flows, prejudice becomes more inferior. Free yourself, free your mind. Don’t care anymore, the galaxy is so vast and large, you still have to grow some more. Seasons change and time, it flows, after today comes a whooping tomorrow, but you remain. Pursue growth, pursue art, pursue freedom, and you’ll be alright. These feelings are fleeting, momentary as they fly about, just like birds. It’s okay to care, it’s okay to feel low, it’s okay to acknowledge when you are scared. The universe is so large, you and your magic, you’ve got a lot ahead.
Magic Shop
Welcome to the magic shop, Where all your fears and flaws, can be traded for love, Where you give up insecurities for gratitude, Where you engage with only things that make sense, Where you decide what you’ll see or be, feel free. Where you decide what frequency hits the trolley, Where you can give all anger for acceptance, Where you decide what message you’ll engage. There is no weight on the weighing scale, In the antique shop you’ve got the power, To choose the mood of your day,
Into the magic shop words spoken Turn fears into tokens, You smile as hope and faith are awoken, The clouds they fade, They still exist, but do not blur your focus. There’s no denying, cross feelings are with us, They never leave. But in the magic shop, you find the jewels, dispose the ruins, There is no weight, no weight on the weighing scale. You hold the power, power to choose, choose the mood of your day.
And corona Virus came uninvited, unwanted. I heard there was a silver lining to every cloud. Now it is a total shutdown in courtesy of corona. But where is the silver lining of this cloud?
I am the busy consultant working twelve hours. Today I woke up and laughed loud with my wife. Something rare in my ordinary days. Then I remembered that I am a husband.
I am the distinguished politician, nation builder, Today I woke up with no nation to build. My cat greeted me with a sweet “meow” Then I remembered to love, to cherish, to live.
I am the busy pastor with no time for home, Today I woke up to experience regular life, My son cheerfully said “Dad, what’s up?” Then I remembered I am a natural father too.
I am the serious business man, no time to live, Today I woke to hear my daughter’s song, “Jack and Jill went up the hill” she sang, Then I remembered I am dad, loved at home.
I am the cooperate executive, tight with time, Today I woke up to experience life’s ordinaries, Saw the sunrise east and the singing bird, Then I remembered that I am an ordinary human.
I’m the class clown, I make everyone happy, Today I woke up, worked out and had time for myself, No one to entertain, no one to put on a show for, Then I remembered how good the quiet feels.
If it does not affect me, In five years’ time, It holds no weight tonight. All those days and nights, They go, they go. All those days and nights, They flow, they flow. Let hope and love light this candle, One more time.
If it won’t matter in five years’ time, Just breathe my friend, If it won’t matter then, Then let it go. It is normal to feel stressed, But in five years, It won’t matter anymore.
Take a deep breath, sit back, Roll your shoulders clockwise, Watch the clock unwind with time, Take a deep breath. It will be over, it will be over.
Everything is connected, Every circumstance, whether reckless, projected, Effective or subjective, everything selected, Totality hums unaffected, What’s been invented, has been accepted, Tales of humanity, sealed and protected.
Curious about personified modified linguistics, Different printings seems to appear linked, Through all hinting, printing and lip sync, Each different hindsight similar at the brink.
And all our misdeeds and succeeds, make our blueprints, Tame your instincts, you’ll change your genes, The capacity, the capacity’s in the extremes, Tame your instincts, you’ll change your genes, And your seeds, sprout belief systems that create your means,
Melodists, melodeons, mellow fellows in harmoniums, You’re life’s soundtrack, your back track, Your feelings, thoughts are your playback track, If you wake up negative, then work out, If you want to give up keep moving forward, For Christ’s sake do anything, Because anything is better, than lousing in nothing, Everything’s connected so pay attention To all life’s sides and concentration.
One thing can’t thrive if the other died, For you to glow on the outside you must glow on the inside, One thing can’t thrive if the other died, Everything is connected so in everything just concentrate.
Mami Miami Madonna, Mami Miami Madonna, Partying in Mykonos, Blue waters and high note, Prancing in Prada, Pass me the hookah, Dancing in Prada, Y arriba Y arriba, Swift like a cheetah, Flying high like a whydah.
Adrenaline and dopamine fueling lungs, Feeling the change juice, a crunch, and then a lunge. Seducing, inducing, in tune with the higher mind. Feeling like Zeus, reintroduced, euphoric and hype. Feeling the muse, a more profuse meteoric end light. Physical fitness doing more for the higher mind.
One more custom one punch man, One more custom one punch man.
Gotham’s anthem, swinging free like Tarzan, Rhythm in sync, don’t even need ganja, Never a victim, I only conquer, And all I ever need is just one punch, I don’t care ey, who came out to play ey, I don’t care ey, what they gotta say ey, Got a strong head on my shoulders, I don’t give a damn, I’m a soldier, I need my own manga.
Need no gun, got a whole bunch, Yeah all I need is just one punch, My enemies are too weak for me, One punch one punch one punch man. Emerged stronger, battled mental piranhas, Then came to join the party screaming halla! My enemies are too weak for me, One punch one punch one punch man.
One more one more one punch man, One more one more one punch man. Past people came to play, Tell them they’re a little too late.
I’m a new and improved one punch man, I’m my new super immune one punch man, Don’t matter who comes or goes, I don’t give a damn. Got a strong head on my shoulders, I’m a soldier. I’m my own super immune one punch man, I’m my own super hero one punch man. Don’t matter what leaves or stays, I don’t give a damn. Got a strong head on my shoulders, I’m a soldier.
No longer the overseer’s puppeteer, Disappeared, sword in hand, a musketeer, De jure, my seat, secure, that’s me, detour, and my street. One can so much so recover, you’re your own four leaf clover, Walking youthful and mature.
One more one more one punch man, One more one more one punch man. Past people came to play, Tell them they’re a little too late.
Need no gun, got a whole bunch, Yeah all I need is just one punch, My enemies are too weak for me, One punch one punch one punch man. Emerged stronger, battled mental piranhas, Then came to join the party screaming halla! My enemies are too weak for me, One punch one punch one punch man.
I’m a new and improved one punch man, I’m my new super immune one punch man, Don’t matter who comes or goes, I don’t give a damn. Got a strong head on my shoulders, I’m a soldier. I’m my own super immune one punch man, I’m my own super hero one punch man. Don’t matter what leaves or stays, I don’t give a damn. Got a strong head on my shoulders, I’m a soldier.
Got better at the chit chatter, The rebuttals and the banter, Created another banner, Glitter splattered.
From all the laughter left in tatters, Our friends were always jokers, And never mediocre, how lucky we are.
Distinct duality, instinct geniality, Flattered with another chapter, Spontaneity, so entertaining, Flattered with another chapter.
This is all that matters, the only factor, The one enactor, another chapter, A fresh page, a new age.
Some only gather, when they need the answers, This is the pattern, surrounding Saturn. Swinging ham strings, the heart begins, Color to cheeks under Christmas lights.
So you come in here asking for a cool tone, Seems like your memory, does not stretch that long, But in all certainty, it’s clear that spring repeats, Enjoy your favorite things with your family,
Always, running, chasing images and highs. Trying to be cool, doing everything to look cool.
One couple of posts brings a gaze, one cup of hazy haze, Trail blaze. One time we want to chase, one time we pick the pace, Trail blaze. One time we stop in haste, one time we stomp with craze. Trail blaze.
Think of the cool dudes in private jets flying, Can’t see them trying, got nothing to prove, But if you do you, your light will shine through, Come through that new tune, you will be immune.
Always, running, chasing images and highs. Trying to be cool, doing everything to look cool,
One couple of posts brings a gaze, one cup of hazy haze, Trail blaze. One time we want to chase, one time we pick the pace, Trail blaze. One time we stop in haste, one time we stomp with craze. Trail blaze.
One got the tune, one won two seasons, One got the groove, won one two three songs, Do you. You’ve got the tune, you’ll be immune, You’ve got the groove, you’ll ring me soon. Do you.
Ain’t no reason to have any doubts, Light the beacon, with the fire that is inbound,
Trail blaze for you, trail blaze for you, Trail blaze for you and only you, No cage, no maze, no rage, Just space and change, and taste,
Wings as you let go, Wings as you grow, And skin sheds below. Wings birth and die, Hold back and fly, Wings sprout and fall, All is a cycle.
In Pac’s words, life goes on. In Joon’s words, everything goes. Everything goes and everything flows. One thing dies and another thing glows. Such is the flow that all undergo.
Do you feel the light? The luminous ever glow, Like doo bee doo bah, Boomshakalaka y’all, Yellow glee smitten by radiance, Fluorescent semblance, Hah! Yah Boombayah
Kukua na kuponya, Kupenda na kuishi To fly a kite, to fly a kite slowly, Killing me once, healing me softly. Eloquent folly, awakening completely, Kukua na kuponya, Kupenda na kuishi
Please run, please run through fields of green. Passionate about something, go for it. Whoever reads this, I hope you’re chasing your dreams, Do what you love and choose what makes you soar.
Each day that ends another begins, Have faith and believe, you’re all you need It shines bright in you maging sino ka man.
The cry of the shaman, ignites the spark of man, Indeed no layman would believe or even heed, It’s shining bright in you, the spark of man, Its shines bright in you maging sino ka man.
Youth has no age, you decide what date, what gate and pace. You are in complete control, of the alarm. Where you will go, who you will be, you’ve got your charm.
The drum spoke to me first thing in the morning Silent and calm Lost voices were rejoicing No more hustling bustling and rushing favors Wakati wetu sasa Marching with the flavour Let's start a revolution Singing "We have to save us" The motherland gave us Music's ability to battle all that intervenes
The drum came to me first thing in the morning A grey sunrise Apocalyptic prophecy vibes A healing concoction Soul massaging Spiritually enlightening Connecting and edging Let's start a revolution African drum Oh how you make my heart pound
The drum came to me all the way from ancient Nubia Where my luo ancestors flourished and ruled for yonder King Piye Had a liking For this specific instrument Magnificent and luminescent Vehemently fulminating Powerful and misbegotten The drum came through to sell me the idea Of a unity among all the brethren Power to the people!
The drum told me That we'll soon rise and flourish Africa the beauty of the world How I love you so Africa the magnificent cradle land, Imitation only makes for limitations Thus the drum told me, "Let's build a nation!"
Fresh air and pink undertones, So pretty, so hearty. Travelling the world, dancing to reggaeton, So giddy, so pearly.
Delight in plenty, Exhilarated mirth, Through the gate, Gait filled with gaiety. Euphoric inclines, Harmonic themes, You search for me, I come find you.
It’s true, it’s true.
Listen honey, honey, I’ve been greedily, grittily, giddily, Searching for you, Only to free the fiery fleet, When I realized, In my psyche is where you reside.
You are my wholesome voice of love, Oh honey honey, Oh honey honey, I’m coming home right now, As I dance along the pavement road.
Oh honey honey, Oh honey honey, It’s so clear right now, Because I finally faced the shadow load.
Nothing is as wholesome, Than the voice of love, Wholesome and organic, The shape of love. Oh honey honey, Oh honey honey, Dancing home right now, And I always plan to grow with you.
We’re closing the link, Bridging the gap. We’ve reached cinque, Now we see the map.
Oooh, is this nirvana? Everythings looks so stellar, Adventurous endeavours, Truly only you are the treasure. Oooh, I am your feature, ey. I fell in love with your culture. Ey.
Listen honey, honey, I’ve been greedily, grittily, giddily, Searching for you, Only to free the fiery fleet, When I realized, In my psyche is where you reside.
You are my wholesome voice of love, Oh honey honey, oh honey honey, I’m coming home right now, As I dance along the pavement road. Oh honey honey, oh honey honey, It’s so clear right now, Because I finally faced the shadow load.
And you’re gonna be thriving, And you’re gonna be thriving, Whew, you don’t know what’s waiting, Just keep on moving, moving. And you’re gonna be thriving, And you’re gonna be thriving, Spring is just around the corner, Zoom in at zero o’clock.