My Father was a DJ, My mother is a teacher...thus, I rhyme

3rd Eye Sight

I'm going through a transition in my life,

my eye is making new use of the light.

I had never truly seen before so it seemed so bright,

I had always only seen life from the left or the right.

Burning bright light scorching colours apart,

charing feelings and meanings under the skin of my palms,

emitting floating pulsations, weighing the beat of my heart...

It sounds like the end but i am feeling the start.

I had to refocus and take a second to blink

everything i had thought before i need to rethink

i thought the chain was quite strong but now all i see is chinks

i now see that those are not the right links.

Relaxing, chanting, meditating,

Pineal glad releasing and secreting melanin,

Magnetic field created i can feel the vibrations

is this really real or just vivid imagination...

'Cause i feel celestially

fathered by strength,

yet cradled in femininity,

given strength to breath by an inner epiphany
Is this a simile for the divine trinity?

So open yet closed off
so full yet emptied
Bound up in comprehension 
but feel so close to being free
trying to stay tuned into such frequencies
prying to interpret vibrations in and around me
in dimensions subjugating 360 degrees

feel like i'm climbing life's tree

I see branches that need growth,

new stems and old leaves 

now everything is shaded so brightly.
With new sight comes new abilities

It's a nice place to be
breath taking luminosity

in meditation...

the nothingness and everything that my eye sees.

Purpose

The sky outside is a pretty night purple.
Not quite light purple but not midnight blue

I can't tell if it's because the sun has not quite set

Or if the street lights and headlights are obstructing the sky’s midnight blue from shining through.

The tree is sitting against the purple, 

a black silhouette rather than greenly

blowing in the wind so full of purpose.

Doing exactly what its there to do…Freely.

The trees are being what they know to be,

They know that if they aint growing they are dying you see

playing their role as part of the whole

Leaning towards the sun and swapping breath with me.

I look around and listen…

Listen for the beauty in the breeze and the music it makes whilst dancing with the tree's leaves.

I wonder when our spring will be,

If we will ever again do like the trees.

I.e. 

Know who we are and where we’re supposed to be.

I don’t fear this day never coming

because fear brings us half way never there

But it does cross my mind often because trees are everywhere.

If we chop down a tree…what can the tree do?

How would it seem if that tree strived to be paper?

You told it to stand tall and strong and the tree said

“nah man later…It's all about being velvety toilet paper"

Where would we be if the trees were not being who they are supposed to be?

Here and now

Sometimes i wonder if you emit something…

something from within or from your skin…something.

 Something that my heart and soul absorb leaving me always wanting more…an addiction of sorts?

It feels like more than love,

I've never heard its name called but I feel like it comes from the energy of the sun, moon and stars,

from the earths core and could make or heal scars.

Coming down through my head and up through the floor,

pours out of every pore because it cant be contained or stored inside of me.

A beautiful feeling but it leaves me apprehensive…

If you are truly the man that my heart sees and adores, then you would dwell in mine like I do in yours

but at this time I’m unsure if it is healthy to love so openly, so hard and so pure.

If I let it all out

I’m at your will and if my heart is at your will, you have the power to give it life and the power to kill.

At the same time who am I to question such a thing?  

Two souls that resonate and a heart that sings

 I feel that our essence’s share the same things

long before we were born or were self aware.

Given such energy...

who am I not to share it with whom it was intended?

and right here and now that person is you.

One day it might turn out not to be true…

but right here and now…being myself is being with you.

Mirror mirror

Look in the mirror; check that your reflection is consistent.

Lately yours seems to flicker, like parts of you are light resistant

or like your mirror and the light it reflects are not of one accord

I think they call it self absorbed.

What is the mirror mirror on the wall telling you?

Because when you move, your reflection moves too

Cause and effect...

Your life is your thoughts, words and actions reflecting back at you.

So don’t say real if you ain’t true

And you can't be true until you truly know you!

Sometimes the smallest thing can reveal the mirage

Was not looking for it but i felt that negative charge

then i hear a whisper on the breeze

and what it told me, brought sight to me

but if i showed you, i doubt u'd see

you have to look internally willingly in order to cleanse the ugly.

I don't mind demanding,

I'm very understanding

stamp your foot I’ll walk away

respect me and I’ll listen, advise, love, I'll stay.

Respect and consideration is a sign of love of yourself as well as everyone,

when u receive it, don’t take it for granted

Because if you abuse it for 2 long...you'll wonder what went wrong.

Words can create your world or just leave a bitter pong and can break bonds…so watch ya thoughts and your tongue.

You can build or break with the simplest of things

Simple things are often where beautiful things can come to an end 

or where they can begin

When you look in the mirror let the beauty come from within

Respect

Consideration

Understanding

Reciprocity

Acceptance

Honesty

Humility

Balance

And all that good stuff!

CAN I GET A REWIND 
(This is more of a spoken word piece but enjoy anyway)

I turned my stereo on,

waited for the bass line to kick in and jumped onto the bottom note.....

Laid down and the resonation made a rainbow.

I hear a saxophone then RED plus GREEN plus BLUE

in my crown made me float,

between metaphors and anecdotes of love and war,

wars on streets around the corner and abroad

and the supposed love that was the cause.

The same so called love that enslaved so many before me…

before me is a commuting sound ingested by my colour brown skin that's why my melanin's Willy bouncing...

Bouncing, healing and feeling I vibrate through your ceilings

your confinement cant hold me no branch strong enough to Lynch me

because the trees are on my side...

See I know you lied I know the stems thin but the roots run wide,

and the rope would snap around my throat when the soulful voice hits that note that almost make the speakers pop,

so I just breath…

breath and stop, for real and gimme what ya got,

breath and stop…

Boom boom boom …

the vibrato lets me drift to Venus and watch the sun, a beautiful sight…

but the sunrays say they gonna scorch the eyes of all they touch that aint absorbing sight through right,

all sun children that don't see sunlight and wake up those that are ruled by greed and fright,

they would not fret on isms and schisms,

if they knew their inner solar system spins around with the light and sound that created them...

Sound system's blazing now sun hot,

like meteors just hit the dance floor and left a crater in the dancehall

and filled a hole in the souls of all the lonely people - where do they all come from?… those without guidance from a creator,

filled it with cosmic baseline that's traveled down their spine and makes them dutty wine my girl dutty wine but when the wine leaves the mind...

that hole still aint whole, that piece got stole…ya never len'

time to take it back and from the teef dem,

make that the purpose of you and not just to mix and blend because you don't know yourself again following western tren'

don't know the honour in being African...Alkebulan

but you know what di clock inna London name? Big Ben…

then again...

As I sit inside the beat I don't mean to preach but I cant help it because I know you're in breach and I beseech what's really real,

know yourself…

you're the only one that can feel what I feel outside of this mental structured steel, I don't want it to be something you throw away or allow someone to steal…

Just because I relay in musically un-enslaved spiel don't dismiss it, 

jump and skip it because its divine,

connecting to a celestial mind this time through a bassline...

and the baseline is not to be defined by area codes, with guns and knives, by nike, prada nor let the queens head dominate your mind, 

if you think that's fine…

The CD skips as I hear what you teach your child,

ooo and the treble is troubled as its beautiful sound is being used to defile a generational beat, because we never danced off beat was always able to move mind and feet hidden from the past sound, to mask over the truth , so instead there is a sound clash, white supremacist noise winning over every time but not this time, for I am within each chime and chant the over and over the truly divine…..

Can I get a rewind… Wonder what you'll show me this time!