Aquemini.

Way back then, back when
my gemini and I
still resembled alike
I often wonder why
we exist in this mist and does bliss
ever list what we write in the mind
does it come and go like infidels
results of free living, manifesting living hells
crack open shells
see the core
and explore, take this tour
away from glamor and galore
this is aquemini..

meaning, faithful minds intertwines
combined, what's your's and mine
nowadays, i really watch, what I say
shameful, how we worry 'bout pleasin' others
student of the truth, it's the youth that bothers
me, time to time I wonder what's a crime
are my days numbered from what we call time
perhaps I'm the past of my pop's and I see my future everyday
while my mom teaches me lessons, I see rules anyways
I see corruption all over and this World is still beautiful
Something makes me worry, we humans, between the God and molecules
Payin' homage, to those makin' differences
I'm sayin' I give back without paying extra expenses

September lenses, colorful I often fly for freedom
So get the big picture, as long as I reach one,
I'm aquemini.

Campus Library.. wrote to an Outkast track lol

Episodic.

In this episode,
I figure that this network I'm holdin' on
gives out images far out, as the open mind,
so open what falls out is what seeped through the closed, droplets
Like the winter rain, touching nostalgia and content,
It's been a long time coming, or so it feels
floatin' within the film reels, ticket stubs and photo's of the avenue
running out of things to say, I'm cool from what I do
henceforth, what can a post do?
given a time and place, relations of worlds and revenue
both disastrous and miraculous
relations that haven't shipped, with stamps for delivery
with characters that defy, souls re-unite
still got manners and chivalry
such art, art is a memory, memorizing time scenes, all's a documentary
contrary belief, with such reliefs
dedicated to those high on life from it
and the dedications left behind
subtract the abstracts, giving only the plain facts
can only project surfaces, unseen like invisible acts
sending letters to the moon, it's important to be aware though
repenting from ego centrism, ignored from what any other saying goes
what's the significance of this web scrapbook?
my old people tells me to love what I adore
I turn my hour glass gold, and this world is yours