Confess.

i'm looking towards the brightside
it's not bad, but it's hard though
to play a game of dice
other player being my shadow, enemy
so i'm aiming for interdependence
independent sentences, dont give out much streams
and lonliness accompanied seems to be my, only caffeine
i be putting alot of faith in God and my schemes
figured out, somethings, normally become awkward
i'm just searching for dopamine and the outlook I forward
all i'm seeing now, resembles resident evils and some unpromised deeds
it's funny to mention money now because it's feeding the greed
social life makes you want to comeup quick, I got my whole life to do this
slow down, take a breather, reminisce before I dismiss the fluid
that is flowing from the pen, learning- as I go though this
I'm spending time, reading through the greats, pondering how they did it
imagining a life in their perspective, wondering how they lived it
education, stress and setbacks occupying my more recent years
bench warming dreams and goals sitting next to ambition and fears
Constructing to alleviate, the corruption in my belief systems
in an ocean full of snakes, getting caught up like some fishing
it's amusing to read what people type up, it's like a confession
but what they don't confess poses a little bit more questions
something someone won't release, everything is solely preference
reference for ownself, everybody has a damn story to tell
hell..
if it's straight from the heart...
I guess the devils makes us,
a little more smart
glorifying such troubles, products of an art
so I begin to think my confession,
Lord where do I start?

Context.

when I'm bored on the iphone...

Escape.

All About That Escape.

Fell.

thoughts at, an all time deep-end
felt that last weekend
played out thought patterns
again and again
felt like giving up on my crafts like a broke chef
it's bittersweet tasty
disconnected from most, you won't find my face-
books still getting read like my eye's every night
lyin' awake at night no matter how tired
the connection to my brain and heart is a cross fire
habit of misfire, hoping it can ceasefire
the pumps and veins requires a rewire
so I'm at it again from a paper and pen
what will you think then?
good images under my name
our photo's in the hall of fame,
in this game we played, seeing you in that time frame
roll another, write another, this is draft #143
one love from a brother, on a higher degree
dreamin' to fall, I said that before
wait, I've had it before
can you help me restore?

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

Story.

Took a break from studying..


I got a pen,
In ten cities I feel intense
City, landscape and mental mixtapes
Poetry you can't hear, but read and hear it within
Starting to think it's less mental more spirit has beens
What I create isn't necessarily myself, don't get it twisted
Conclusively, I'm always more than fine, not 'cause I'm lifted,
I'm gifted, I like to believe I am,
More put through from mind, cause' I can
And when I can, that's what I do
Not me vs. you, or who tried and stay true
Nor Red vs. Blue, 'cause I'm hearing you too
More reading than just seeing,
feeling is forever more appealing
It goes on, no off button and concealing
And as Time Passes, I only wish to pass the Classes
I've taken,
Like the obstacles I've chosen solely
this may define my Life Story
but in chapters,
May happily ever after
appear at the end
When I think, I sink
in my home sweet home
my state of mind
Up until
it takes skill to recognize trill
In a sense I'm losing my religion
I'm a flyer, jets soaring like pigeons in the dark
In this bubble called underground, I've embarked
But never the less
it's never less than more
I pave a new way with a different detour
future's the present, so we're living in a gift to be open
I'm hoping
I get to see a couple of tokens
in my back pocket
electrify and testify to blast like a rocket
Got me feeling anxious, it's almost twenty twelve
I'm putting away and pullin' a story from God's book shelf

Free-thought writing?
Back to progress. -_-

Chapters.

Chapter: An Episode in someone's life.

1. Stay Reading
2. Until It's Gone
3. Catch My Drift
4. Feel Is Real
5. Stuck Thoughts
6. Wake Up & Play The Game (No Dreams)
7. Music Stories
8. Honest Friend
9. Scratching The Surface
10. Favorite
11. Not Even High Anymore
12. Amor
13. Running Far
14. Chasing History
15. Writing It Down (just in case)
16. No Money
17. Create What's Yours
18. Waiting For Her
19. Let The World Spin
20. Prescribed
21. Mad At Tha Fake
22. Ridiculous
23. Constant Low
24. My Shadow
25. Underground Dope Kid
26. I Just Write (Whatever)
27. CellPhone Starin'
28. Upgrade
29. Hoping She Notices
30. Lovers Alike
31. Trying To Sober
32. Hard To Save
33. Forgotten
34. Family Beef
35. Lost Amigos
36. Skipped Class To Dip Pass
37. A Broken Memory
38. How Free Y'all Think
39. Can Your Mind Picture
40. Extra Attitude
41. The Little Thangs
42. Good Times Sake
43. Please Remind Me
44. Versus Society
45. Once & For All
46. Not Tryna Settle
47. Poetically Correct
48. Mornings With You
49. Her Cooking
50. Natural Vibe
51. Just Another Flight
52. I Hate Drinking
53. Texting With a Smile
54. Will I Make It?
55. Get It Over With
56. Going Home
57. Busy (B)ee
58. Make You Laugh
59. Looking Back Now
60. See What You Read
61. Avid Freelancer
62. I'll Be Here
63. Puzzled
64. Satisfied Elsewhere
65. My Books
66. Forever Calm (Carried On)
67. Wasted Film
68. My Lost Photographs
69. Time To Recover
70. Between The Lines
71. Behind The Curtains
72. Unseen Showing
73. How Long Ago Were These Thoughts
74. All Day, Every Night
75. Try My Best
...

Keeping my mind circulating with all this extra nonsense I had jotted on my class notebook lol

More...

Feel.

You've got a hold on me and it touches very well
Very rarely someone catches me, but you seem to do it very well
Perhaps my World can float between heaven and hell
i don't mind, You make my time freeze
You know me, I love the cold, So I'm feeling rather pleased
Let me stop with a second thought, you make my days better
With a second to think, we can share a dream together
Wishful thinking hurts a bit, but it's all positive
I remember when we first hanged, you had so much to give
Depending on how free you are, I really want your time
When will I see you, because I miss you since last time
You unravel me, sometimes I don't even know myself
I get a little lost, but you seem to find yourself
I like that alot, a direction on where you're going
Where are you? At times I feel like I'm zoning
You're leaving soon, and I can't finish what I want to say
Maybe I'll finish this feeling...another day.

Honest.

It's like, are things worth it
Ideally from the media, but need the personal purpose
I gain descriptive emotions when marchin', music with me only
I want to be what's in me, but I'd rather have someone with me tell me
at the top it's lonely and it's really catching up
I'm not unhappy, but the nostalgia is stacking up
in the inside realm, outside world walkin'
exploration with no destination, only faith hears me talkin'
clockin' in when I feel some confidence has plummit
summit the higher world, shooting stars like I gun it
like a self titled cynic, stayed stuck questioning
purpose is somewhere, tryna capture it but posed no where
observations keepin' everything in plain view
the comfort of old feelings, good, bad or is it brand new?
negativity keeps shoutin' fuck life, I got soul
record spinning' world off playin, jazzy hiphop souls
quick thinkin' slow perception with vivid images,
noise nuisance, convos catapulting, arguments and finishin'
atmospheric feely, chilly chillin' on doses of medications
natural kind, no clonin', feelin' ambiance precipitation
feel me like meditation and spirits, we lift like research group
excellin' exhalin, writer rider, with a stay relevant loop
I need someone, not anyone, to tell me where's everyone
In this world with a million faces, but i only need one
to make me sure, rest assure, that loneliness is temporary
because I'm sick of feeling art like it's just too much therapy
everyday the sun shines so I'm alive, bottom line
but wishing hoping and dreaming run on the same line
if you ask me, my soul is rather healthy,
wealthy 'cause I know when people say tell me
the questions that their own feelings may damage
like I know what to tell 'em but I'm just leveled headed
But I get so used to knowing what's gonna happen, I don't even bother
like breaking my own heart, like I don't need a lover
sometimes i don't know what to say, feel or do
the idea of fate, faith, and destiny, can't trust is true
whatever really happens, really happens, and that's it
whoever really wants something gets it, stays legit
If I said it then I meant it, it's not meant to change
the only thing though, is the variance of range
ultimately, unsatisfied and undone like looking for art
you can add a touch of happiness, in itself turning heArts
I love writing, but it's thoughts that make me write
At times I don't appreciate that though, above the clouds overnight...




btw, can't wait for the actual winter season. I love the cold :)

Writing...Words. (perspective)

Dot dot dot..
Old Drafts, from sometime...
Putting quite an effort on putting or setting up things just to have a picture, perfect. It's really all in the mind, and sometimes when I set these things up the way I like 'em, I really find peace. That's how it is kinda, I'm just feeding my mind full. I feel like I have a passion for something, but I can't seem to pinpoint it...

writings' explicit like the restless mind,
If I couldn't rest less, than it wouldn't been mine...

work or play like grind or live it up,
regrets, cries, rants, you betta suck it up
no downgrades in here, no halfway decisions
on point, on scope, on red dot precision
that art flow though, creative bars stay stacked
while confidence and initiatives be easily racked
self made behavior, so things get bitter
put ya mind to it, if ya ain't a quitter
hungry as mind be keepin' me buggin'
perspective ever-changin' while emotions be tuggin'
seshes here and there, keepin' the foos lifted,
i've drifted circles, forever shiftin' mentality, what is gifted?

cultivated many works, but never blew up like a firework

hyerr...
higher than most, on both sides iced like the coasts
foot of the ground, head's makin' a toast
we good, we aite, on point and game tight
all rights, no wrongs, 'cuz all wrong is no right
what's the impression when it's really no more
the expression i have but what's the show for
creativity, all emotion, no logic, no common sense
art no standard, no rules makes sense
un-physically, artistically, mentally, it's spiritually,
music and fotos, no science, bio no chemically...

get my stupid on but never stay on some dumbshit
don't dig my hole, when i fall like some dumpshit...

No faced book.
take a look
the mask that I wear is really kinda crooked
No castle, it's a battle,
outside inside hearin' these rattles,
brain storm thunderin', rain drops and rumblin'
I'm writing stacked notes but papers still crumblin'
tumblrin', finding inspiration
while I swim in my mind tryna land the next destination
hold up, questioning if I'm still the same me,
losin' side, and balance cause I stay care-free
It is what it is and I do what I can
which is doin' me, who ever I am...

pictures with words, what was seen and read
from the past last time, my camera had lead
like horoscope accurate, my decisions take precision
om a mission, intuition, make my shine glisten
stay fishin' and swimming, we're all in the sea
we're all in the pot that's burnin' like my tree
spending half my life, mending my crafts
that's no problem, no pays, no love and no tax
imagination is at bliss, but that's when I'm stoned or stuck
wakin' to reality, feels like I could give a fuck
don't really judge, my conclusions aren't proof
I question what's bad, and what's really good


.....

vandalize the world, fuck it, it's my canvas
like I'm that high, can't feel the hippocampus
all power, all good, i stay leveled out
stay runnin' the game, while your bike peddled out
speeding high levels while the guages maxxin out
while i got the redbull, the bullshit is tappin out
stayin straight writing, the mind stays explicit
money hungry never full, devil came for a visit
he's on the left shoulder, near my left hand
tellin' me about life, what's left to understand
what only really seems, is merely a dream
that goes vice versa, you should know what I mean

...

livin in a world, fabricated by the fakes
bitches be animals and im feelin like a snake
conform, camoflauge, with my entorauge we reach
never stopped spinnin, if i stop i screech
say life a beach, then my worlds in the sand
tickin' life away with the gold grains of sand, that's time
it's gold, let the story unfold, sooner of later we all turn to mold
ice cold, it's okay, greedyness is wealth
unattached like predator, stayin' in stealth
older that ya, translate it to wisdom
ez widers rolled same shit that Wiz done
in the cut, never been, spotlight is away
create and form like I'm molding the clay

...

quiet kid, mind is loud
just a face in the crowd
internal conflict is the biggest issue
fuck the world, fuck love, you can pass the tissues
here's an issue, an article of mine, brain insane noggin particle grind
my spirits always haunting, never really laxed
friend or foe, still watchin' my back
ghosts advocate from a past me, like the future don't exist
somewhere gone is sapce dissapearin' in mist

wonderman, like comic books, crooks, castle and huf tees
black diamond, advertising, rhymin' puffin' trees
got these freewords, like freebirds, free chillin'
freedom, freelancin' freestylin' cuz I'm freewillin'
...

Not holdin' my side on the friendship that's already sinkin'
fool's acting up, ignore 'em, like I ain't thinkin'
what you may think, take a second to know, i've been on a slippery slope
it's hard to find what your looking for when I'm on a constant dope
they say talent favors beauty, but my talent is rather ugly
cause I feel like a cynic that flows through the debri
I don't have time to be postive, I'm fixing what's fucked
realize it's impossible, 'cause the past don't give a fuck
Life goes on, three words like OneFourThree
Ain't about love though, It's one for the peace

......................
The Mind, The Music, Writing words, and perspectives...When it comes to personal life, judging and assuming is nothing short than the opposite what's truth. Know one really knows, and that's higher truth. Living righteous, being who you really want to be, giving credit when it's due, trying harder, and giving love and respect to the ones that deserve it. The World is too broad and intricate for an individual to scrape the resins of their own life towards attack, I'm learning more things than these crafts. These right here are just writings and passages. The shadow of loneliness lights up creativity, willpower, and a reason to keep pursuing. ~

Untitled #3.

every time i try to go to sleep, i'm awakened and accompanied by thoughts,
in a physical world, but the mental realm got me caught,
so i turn the volume knob up, because organized sound is the cure right now
just got off the shower, where the ideas and light bulbs start to come out
forgot most of it, so Imma type what I was able to scrap
not really into knowledge, imagination is where I plan to grasp
imagination overwhelming, what is even possible
whatever seems right, I write whatever is plausible
i'll clear it out, I ain't unhappy, depressed, or confused
but my thoughts are black, experiences come up when highly infused
a section cut up is a reflection re-upped
another past episode, another re-run
repetitive, in some cases, very incentive, i told y'all i was prolific
the mother ship of the body is the brain so that is the civic
I got this burning ambition that I just really want to cross
I got this perfect image that I just really want to gloss
I'll be a traveling man when I'm grown so i can add on whats already in my head
crack my skull, spill the photos and poetry, see what left in the back of my head
that's everything else, that nobody ever sees
love from everyone I care about, but buried under the seas
and constantly clouded, stayin sight of 'em trees
so when I take action on something, then I gotchu in my head
may not see the show , but guaranteed its there, embedded
but somethin doesn't happen because in my head it nothin'
guilty by putting no effort, losin, just a whole lotta bluffin
quick to leave, because I plan to breathe the cool breeze
so im out again, chillin, but really, we freeze
like cold hearts, icy sharp like darts
a write of passage, just one out of a million parts

...

In The Dope.

nomak on the track in the dope and chasers
lemme re-up, kinda gritty need a taper
intertwine in the cave, need no light
mind shines when i walk, no guide
goin' thru mazes, amaze to the faces
runnin' on tracks in a beat, no races
stay on nuetral, stand middle ground
a dap and a pound, go ahead and thank sound
in the beats I get lost, in the head I'm found
justify my actions when I don't give a damn
usin up grams as I burn it all away
lookin at the pieces as it all turns to grey
/
nothin' phases me when cupid is involved
if love is everything, you can't really have it all
no1 wants hurt, so that subject is close
dont got a rose so I let the pot grow
vision impaired but fully aware
in a lair up the stairs seems pretty rare
in this world that i..really plan to travel
goin thru the matrix whatever i can saddle
/
unravel paddle in a boat
dope ship hop les coast
sayin what i write when i pen em in the white
only thang on my mind when you got Nomak and a flight...(con't)


this beat immediately caught my attention tho!

Song Titles

that I made up. lol

Slow Quiet Streets
California Medicated
Car Ride Home
Mind Shelf (put'em away)
5 Hour Energy
Blue Dream
They Just Live In Your Mind
Night Owls
Flying Down
How's Surreality
Blurry Vision
If Anything
Yellow Light
No Name
Image Technician
Bad News and Good Ol' Days
Collected
Work Or Play (No time for boredom)
Deucin' It
Freeway Cruisin'
Sober Dayz
Pass 1am
Another Closing Night
Munchy
Hungry
Just My Ak & D40
Between Fear and Happiness
Sike Song
Faded Moments
Bloggin'
What I See
Vagabond
Spacin' Out
Fabricated
Adjust For The World
Let Me Spark It For Ya
My Friends
Thinkin' The Afterlife
Vagabond Chillin'
Shoot Edit Post (the photo life)
Escaped
Tatted Imagination
Golden Nugz, No Chicken
Dad's Tools & Mom's Garden
4:20 pm (F**k 11:11)
Getting Old
Never Was
Vivid Pictures
Cyph A Story
Lowkey Spot
Indulgence
Vitamin B12 8333%
Unfinished Entries
happy 'cause you ain't
Beginner's mind
Follow your Flow
Thoughts Goin' Nowhere
limitless mind ( vast imagination)
Forever Unchanged
what's real, what's fake
what's right, what's wrong
&whoCares
Stupid Turnt
Lose It Right now
Woke Up Sleepy
Sleeping Awake
Dirty Out, Clean In
Save Point
My Last Blunt (i swear)
Got That Fire
don't feel like talking
No Smiles Until
Still Have
phrases say it
Not High Enough
Thoughts Unpleasant
Future is Present
Don't Even Know Anymore
Your Way & My Thing
InstruMentality
My BudDay
Ain't Even 'bout that no mo'
About Earnings and Higher Learnings
ThisConnected
We'd Prolly Do The Same Anyway
Consumed
An Uncared Topic
Blogger's Block
No Secrets Here
Dumb Quotes
What I Don't Know (Keeps Me Wonderin')
My ShotGun (Passenger Girl)
Mobile
Free In The Sky
Invisible Hope
Save As Draft (next time is better)
Lifted Research
Ni99a, You Ain't Kno (Chu Talm Bout)
Haha Jk (after saying truth)
Spitting Customer Service
HigherTruf
Is Anyone Reading this?

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