Round Shelves

What now when you say you love everyday and every night

Could it be the emotions that ride the waves of genial tide

What now that we we have came this far

In drunken orgies we desire this passion to carry us through

What now that we progress

Projects of sound that resemble the call within

What now that we are for the cause

Our happiness lies in other mans pain

So we frustrate

What now that we are here yet you are there

What now for

I am free to sing

 

After Forever

Is after forever a new season

Can it be perhaps a new dawn

Or rather the day the music stopped

Or else when i could not see you with the eyes of yesterday.

After forever will it matter what we shared.

Will you still hold me close to your heart?

Will you have a heart to hold me close?

After forever is close by as an ending is beggining and a beginning is ending

How brute of time to measure this thing called emmotions

What if we decided to go on

Will you still hold my hand and still sense the same attraction

After forever

I would say we are in After Forever

Thank You!

Where the stars collide

I wonder if you see me-

Up above on the milky lane

Will you lay with me-

When dawn falls and night takes a call

Will you stay with me-

When angels loose their voice to redeem me-

Will you still reside with me-

When my faults overtake and i do my will

Will you still Love me?

If it is well with you, will you still be a part of me-

For there is nothing special about me-

All that is left in Me is praise for YOU!

Thank you my Lord…

Straight to the Soul…my soul

The Negro Speaks of Rivers

BY LANGSTON HUGHES

I’ve known rivers:
I’ve known rivers ancient as the world and older than the flow of human blood in human veins.
My soul has grown deep like the rivers.
I bathed in the Euphrates when dawns were young.
I built my hut near the Congo and it lulled me to sleep.
I looked upon the Nile and raised the pyramids above it.
I heard the singing of the Mississippi when Abe Lincoln went down to New Orleans, and I’ve seen its muddy bosom turn all golden in the sunset.
I’ve known rivers:
Ancient, dusky rivers.
My soul has grown deep like the rivers.
langston-hughes

Emmotional Trends

The further i run the more i seem to find

Here i am at the edge of a tide- i try to evade

This time line keeps on racing and pacing by my feet

I reel and i grill my emmotions so to find my intentions

I can not justify my perception for all was just a page of deception

These echoes of a marauding society

Sounds of voices rotating and mimiking the jubile sect we exist in

Part of the phylosophy

Part of the hub that houses the grand slam of our slaves

These frequencies attract vibrations that cloud my judgment

The distructive concept of self

The fear that reside within

Unaware of where i need to be

The consiuos mind originates the power to reject and accept

But this fear that stops me from taping into it- I break

The subconcious that treads between reality and whats an illusion

The concept of self knowledge

Programmed to break dogma stigmatic habits

These are my thoughts that are in harmony with these trends

Tendesies i need to instill within and rise

These expectations that i host seem to take charge

And i set my self free

Emmotional inteligence brews to breed my new state of mind.

Something From Nothing

So the universe is a fabrication, an illusory thing. But what a grand illusion! What kind of a being could create that?

Every being has the potential. We are all ‘magnificent idiots’ acting far below our true ability. We are the offspring of a cosmic experiment, an illusory simulation of reality. Now we are trapped, at the effect of an illusion that we have the power to banish. We can rise to our actual nature and become godlike, divine. We know the path, we just have to do the work. Dharmasar(sampled)

Change

Mellow and sound

Calm and designed pound for pound

In our own spheres-

I tell you the winds of change are here

I say to you the season has come

Mellow and sound

It is a time to embrace

To everything-Turn-

There’s a time to every purpose under heaven

Take it in and dance with the shades of the blooming strange fruits-

Of a bitter sweet yesterday

It has a new reason borne of a new definition

Mellow and sound

It is now or never

Be in the now and realise

Times are turning

Position and move with your tide

Mellow and sound

I will ascend and ride my cloud

Better be patient and move with your mind

Yet learn to think with your heart

And just drift away

Mellow and sound!!!