Tag: Poetry

These Words

Let these words
Eternally bless you
As they undress
And caress you
Stroke you
And provoke you
Open you
And evoke in you
A desire
Wild as fire
A need irreplaceable
A passion aggressive and insatiable
A lust for loose lips
That drip
Words in multiples
So freely, so frequent and so hot
That you won’t want them to stop
Running
But keep coming… and coming… and coming
Let these words get in you
Touch every nerve and sinew
Let them send you hurled into
Worlds renewed
Serve you with a verse from the food of truth
Shelter and clothe you
Wash over you
Clean you, redeem you
Take you deep within parts of yourself you’ve never been to
Thought you might never find, never see or in your life time get to go to
In their embrace let them enfold you, hold you, mould you and control you
Let them forever remind your spirit, mind, body and soul from head to toe that I, Phoenix James
told you
To be reassured
And to make no mistake
That you can respect and take these words
Or you can reject and hate these words
But you will never ever be able to forget or forsake these words
Neglect or shake these words
Dissect or break these words are
Composed in phonetic code not verse
So such attempts would only serve to recreate these words
Even now as I speak, they seep deep into your subconscious changing from form to form
like the universe…
Is vast… are free…
Free as the unseen seed that freely grows
Free as the unseen energy that freely flows
Free as the very breath flowing from your nose
Free as the unseen force of spiritual law that controls
Let them steal you, let them heal you, let them elevate your soul
These words of sustenance penned for empty bowls
Let them fill you up, warm you up, give you goose bumps, curl your toes
Let them itch you, let them scratch you, annoy you, get all up in your clothes
Let them course right through your veins like our ancestors woes
Let them in, let them under your skin, into your flesh, into your bones
Let them get to you, let them infect you, let them kill you, resurrect and rebuild you
These words used to raise slaves from the dead and they still do
Let them will you, fulfil you, distil you, thrill you
Chill you in the blistering cold of their winter nights
Singe you in the hot heat of their blazing sunlight
‘Cause you see, I want you to feel these words
Digest these words…deep inside your chest conceal these words
Breathe these words as I speak these words
Be replete with these words so even in sleep
You can repeat these words
I believe every soul across the globe should know these words
So I go tell these words, go sell these words
Go through and repel hell with these words
And here now they dwell
Like the tenacious scent of natures purest herbs
Can you smell these words…
Can you?… See More

THE A.R.T.I.S.T

(The Abilities Required To Inspire Sacred Things)

He always says a few short mantras in the form of a quiet prayer to himself as he carefully selects and lays out his choice of brushes and colours he would be using for that particular day, he would say, ‘there’s a certain creative doorway you must mentally pass through before you can ever even have a hope in making love to the canvas’ you see, it was his belief that each new canvas should be treated like a beautiful woman you were being intimate with for the first time, the same care with which she would be touched is the same care with which you should use the brush, from beginning to end, from the very first time you approached ’til the moment you departed, he said, ‘each and every stroke should be exact, precise and accounted for by the artist, nothing should be accidental or without reason, the artist must understand and be in tune with the principles governing the higher self, allowing him to account for all he produces both in the conscious mind and in the sub-conscious’.… See More

S.T.E.P F.O.R.W.A.R.D

(She Talks Esoteric Parables Focusing On Rectifying Worlds Altering Reality’s Destiny)

She talks esoteric parables
Focusing on rectifying worlds
Altering reality’s destiny
Against her will, she gave birth
To the twisted underground
Her mind now like spaghetti junction
She feeds on alphabet porridge
To increase her knowledge function
Souping up her faculties capacity through suction
Soaking up the answers to her existence
Practising reverse mind abduction
Separating nonsense
From a world that spins triangle
In rectangular heptagons
Pinpointing the source to its blueprint of confusion
And the fountainhead of its candy coated
Created illusion
But first, she had to sacrifice the soft and tender parts of her heart
Temporarily amputated them from her thinking
Making her third eye more receptive
So she could see the future’s future
And alter it via its past
Manipulating the gift of prognosis to assist
Her purpose
She now a psyche sorceress
A sorcerous soothsayer
Her voice like sign language
Prophesying
Revealing the signs of the times
To come
Subconsciously transforming her body into
A vessel
To deliver verbal projectiles
Whilst trying to reopen senses
To deeply imbed her ideals
And inject her effigy
Of the way things are
And how everything should be
Orally drilling into the coffin of dead spirits
In order to resurrect them mentally
With her lyrics
Provoking souls to proliferate
With renewed perception and insight
But first, she had to momentarily paralyse her weaker emotions
So she could gain strength from hard times
And become an elixir to her plight
Her pain and her fame
Can be found deep woven into intellect cities
Or entangled in decision crossroads
Her walk is parabolic Jesus fashion
Her step is forward
But before she could step forward
She had to step back
Backwards
Walking the hardships of the hardline
Like a tightrope
Above a pit of sleeping heads
Taking precautions not to fall back
Fall back in her thinking
For the fate of tomorrow’s sun people sits
Burning indelibly at the back of her eyes
She talks esoteric parables
Focusing on rectifying worlds
Altering reality’s destiny.… See More

No Retreat, No Surrender

Why just recite poetry
When I can turn words to sodium nitrate
Ignite each verse, watch it explode and feel my soul vibrate
Shaking demons off
Propelling me closer to my dreams and goals and the achievement of
It’s expensive keeping the flame alight though
You wouldn’t believe the cost
Sacrifice
Sometimes you have to die to be alive so I don’t grieve the loss
And as long as I can still taste the sulphur on my lips
I know I can burn every vulture off that cliff
And what can you tell me
Nothing
Until you know what it is to be down in that valley
Surrounded
Praying that the fables aren’t true
But praying to who
They say god left this place long before you were born
So that leaves them and you
In a dusty torn robe
Grazed elbows and dirty finger nails from scratching at the stones
Trying to escape
To some other place
Doesn’t matter
Just somewhere else
We create our world and try to escape from our self
Tripping over at every attempt
As though our feet were tied
Falling to our knees
Crying to the skies
Begging for time to slow down
So we can catch a piece of the sun
Before it disappears behind the horizon
And now that your time has come
Have no regrets
Except that you couldn’t tell somebody sooner
That when the solar rays that radiate their day fade away
That they could use the moonlight to illuminate their night just as bright
That no condition is permanent
And that it’s okay to cry
That even the wise are still learning
And that in every wrong there’s a right
I don’t care if you have to lay booby traps and tripwire through the forest
Plant letter bombs in their mailboxes
Wire live grenades to their doorframes
Detonate dynamite under their cars
Desecrate their places of worship
Set fire to their gods
Use violence
Use politics, use sex, use science
Peacekeep with guns
Drop bombs and demand silence
Get them
Demand their attention
And when they’re listening
Tell them
The only thing consistent..… See More

Mystical Authentic Perfection

And there I was
Feeling vibed out and ready for a night out
I walked up to the club where couples were queuing up
With single women in fours and brothers hoping to score for sure
I could hear the DJ playing so the band were still setting up
You see, I love live music and can’t get enough
Started singing along to the song
Finally I came to the door
Paid my five and went inside, felt the eyes on me but ignored
I went downstairs, Clive and Seymour were there
Drinking and joking about some woman’s hair, didn’t care
I looked around glad to see a few faces that I knew
Saw a lot more that I didn’t but that was cool too
The band started to play and the host came out singing Killing Me Softly
But some people we’re blocking me so I moved to where I could see properly
She sung another two songs then she announced the first artist
She came on stage to perform and that’s where it all started
It was more than mystical the way she grabbed the mic device
And with a voice smooth like chocolate, proceeded telling my whole life
It was nice
With an authenticity that could only be known to me
Indeed she had a perfection it seemed that only I could see
And the way that she moved to and fro up and down the stage
Had me feeling so many ways
I was in a daze, amazed from the way that she handled the vocal melody
I became her patient and she became my remedy
She definitely had the counteractive for me
The medicine, the cure, the antidote and the relief
She had me hot
But please, I didn’t want her to stop
This is hip hop
I wanted her to carry on singing her song all night long until everyone else was gone
Don’t give a damn if I’m right or wrong, this is where she belongs
Doing what I believe she was divinely made for
Singing so sweet, so raw and hard-core over the beat
So precise and so complete, so expressive and unique
Who’s gonna step up and compete after this one
To me she’s second to none
I’ve seen so many come and only some get the job half done
And at first I was unsure of her intentions
But she’s taken me into heights and dimensions
Way too much…
To mention.… See More

Lustful Thinking

So brazen and carefree you approach me
Speaking of love and poetry
Of poetry and love
Not knowing me much but enough to make a fuss
With your desire for me to write you a poem of love
But my mind is preoccupied with visions of other stuff
Imagining us entwined inside a bathtub of lust
Creating music from the way that we use it and the way that we touch
It’s too much
My libido goes on ahead of me
Making way for thoughts of only you, the bed and me
In my head it seems so heavenly
Like the calm breeze
Received by two who lay upon white sand by blue seas
Between two palm trees
Take my hand
And come go with me to a land
Where your every fantasy becomes a reality
Where no other can challenge me
For once there
I become a burning fire
Burning with desire to please you
And oh your eyes…
Your eyes they tell me how much you want me
And how long it’s gonna be
Before you explode from yearning and wanting for my endless love
Which speaks to you and heats you up like sunbeams from above
Just your luck I love to touch
And caress
Too much say some but nevertheless
I’m the best
I’ll make you succumb
And come..… See More

It’s All About the Weave

You are my…
Weave queen, my weave baby, you’re my weave lady
Keep weaving baby
You got me weave crazy
So please weave for me today see
Don’t be lazy
Get your weave on, come on
You know I love it long and strong
So I can hold on all night long
Give me your weave not your thong
Afros and cornrows no longer belong
Those days are long gone
Going back to your roots well so long, see ya
Better lace up your boots wouldn’t wanna be ya
‘Cause I’m a weave king
Down with the weave thing
Seeing is believing
A weave is most pleasing
Don’t want a woman if she’s not weaving
Even the wonderful Stevie
Could see easily
That the girl of my dreams…
Is weavy
Weave, weave, weave
Work that weave, wiggle that weave, wear that weave right down to your knees
Instead of worldwide web, give me worldwide weave
So I can see the streets teaming with Nubian weave queens with all colours
Red, gold and green and blue, mothers and grandmothers and babies too
Just weaving the weave way
Let weave lead the way I say
Weavy, weavy, weavy
Hip hip hooray
Weavy, weavy, weavy
Hip hip hooray
Let it swing, let it sway
Even if it doesn’t fit… Let it stay
Weavy, weavy, weavy
Hip hip hooray
Get your weave today and weave for me ladies
If you’re already weaving…
Just keep weaving baby
I want you all to drive me weeeeeeave crazy.… See More

If Poetry Is a Woman

If poetry is a woman
Then tell everyone I’m seeing someone
And have been for a very long time
That I’ve had a lot of time to think
And everything is gonna’ be just fine
If poetry is a woman
Then tell everyone the wedding is not off
I’ve changed my mind
Whether lawfully or unlawfully
I take her as my wife
For the rest of my life
To have and to hold
Till death do us part
And that even in death we will remain together
Inseparable just as we were from the start
And that when I die they’ll bury me with my dear poetry
in my heart
They’ll say his woman was his true love
among all his works of art
If poetry is a woman
Then I wish to consecrate the vows now
To only make love to one woman
The same woman
Every night
Or whenever we like
Until out hearts delight
We will be with each other
And speak with each other
About everything and nothing
We will small talk and talk deep
About life and all that we seek
Until we are complete
And if ever she’s asleep
I’ll write her by candlelight
On vanilla coloured sheets
And there I’ll stay
Studying her features
In awe and transfixed
Until daylight dawns upon her beauty once again
And she awakens and arises once more like a phoenix
If poetry is a woman
Then tell everyone that I’ve now got all the answers
To all their questions about me being in love
And that I’m now totally ready for commitment
And that finally, one woman is enough
That I’m a changed man
And that I’ll be somewhere with the wife tonight
Even if they see me hangin’ out at the club
I’ll be with her
All the one-night stands and four week romances
I’ve given em’ up
If poetry is a woman
I’m gonna’ raise my daughter with poetry
So she can grow to see
Exactly how a woman should be
If poetry is a woman
I’m gonna teach my son how to treat poetry
So he will grow to see
How to treat life and how life is supposed to be
If poetry is a woman
Then you can go ahead and call off the search
Tell them I’ve finally found one I’m gonna’ love with all that I’m worth
That she will undoubtedly be my first true love
And that with the things she does
She’s got me stuck to her like glue
And hooked like a drug
And no rehabilitation is necessary, required, welcome or wanted
Tell everyone I said
I rather stay intoxicated, induced and under the influence of her instead
I can’t resist her, I want her and yes her words always go to my head
We lay down, I touch her, she touches me and yes I get ink stains all over my bed
But never any regrets
‘Cause if poetry is a woman
With her I’ve earned and learned my respect
I adore her every aspect
And if she is calling me to her aid
I will be there to accept
And if she wants me for her slave
I will fetch, carry and collect
To satisfy her request
With her ball and chain around my neck
I promise to properly serve and protect
Her interest to inspire and express
And to stand by her regardless of the effects
The only word she won’t know is neglect
And if anyone to our union should object
We will simply live poetically incorrect
‘Cause she fulfils me and everyday I want more of her as our relationship grows more beautiful
and more complex
The only things I’ve ever really been addicted to are poetry and sex
And the only things that have ever cause me any real pain are poetry and sex
But if poetry is a woman
Then God knows the only thing I’m prepared to remain faithfully committed to is poetry
The only thing I’ve ever really been able to call my own
So what else could one expect
And when they speak of our wedding
They’ll say this is what I said
I love no other more than my beloved poetry
So with this pen
I thee wed.… See More

I Write

I said it before, so I’m only gonna’ say it once
I write for those born on the 1st, 2nd, 3rd and 4th day of the month
I write for monks and Christians
Nuns and Hare Krishnas
Those who carry guns and ammunition
All governmental systems
Arabians, Muslims and ancient Egyptians
I write for all those in life desiring higher positions
I write for the man on a mission
And the independent woman making her own decisions
I write for Buddhists, Jews and Rastafarians
Hindus, vegans, meat eaters and vegetarians
I write for lawyers and librarians
Historians, Taurans and Aquarians
Sagittarians and all the others
I write for baby mothers
And baby fathers
Barbers
I write for the fishmongers down at the Barbados harbours
For the governments trying to starve us
Or retard us from feeding us garbage
I write for nurses and doctors
Surgeons, pilots in planes and helicopters
Hip-hoppers
Gatecrashers and show stoppers
Police and traffic-blockers
Menders
Street-vendors on street corners
Coroners and mourners
I write for crack heads and kids on mopeds
Divorcees and newlyweds
Widows and weed heads
I write for the dead
I write for presidents of countries
Asses and monkeys
Junk food junkies
Girls that dumped me
And the mob that once jumped me
I write for rapists and serial killers
Ex-cons and escaped prisoners
I write for forgiveness
I write pain ‘cause I live this
I write with vividness
To create vivid pictures with vivid images
I write for infidelity and religiousness
Believers and atheists
I write for the craziest and the laziest
I write for geologists and ufologists
All scientists in all sciences in all fields
I write for big deals so I can eat comfortably and not have to steal
I write what I feel
Hardly fictitious when it’s all real
It’s what knowledge is
I write for theologists
And fools
Colleges and schools
Tutors and students
Unions and movements
I write for health and institutions of self-improvement
I write for new-born babies
Men in uniform and scorned old ladies
I write for queens and kings
A drunkard
And two tramps going through rubbish bins
Natives and foreigners
Old war heroes and warriors
Emergency services and couriers
Beggars and borrowers
Campaign leaders
And followers
I write for United Nations
Illegal organisations
Miseducation
And my own denomination
Among the commuters of a packed out train station
I write for the man who tills the plantation
I write for aggravation and lack of patience
I write for maniacs and psychos
With no diagnosed head cases
I write in strange places
Sometimes alone, sometimes among strange faces
I write for status
And for those who think it’s wrong for me to wanna’ be famous
I write shameless
Not careless or aimless
I write for world peace
I write for rappers, actors, singers and athletes
I write for night clubbers and lovers
Sisters and brothers
My one-night stands with no rubbers
I write for poetry and MC
For mic love and CD
For collection and PC
For music and movie
For dub and publicity
For love and unity
I write for you
I write for me
So hopefully we can see now
That the hand that writes
Is as good as the hand
That holds the plough.… See More

Former Advances II

I don’t usually do it on the first night
But here I am
Transfixed in this moment in time again
Behind my eyes again
Inside my mind again
Between her thighs again
And I’m tasting her
Like the pleasures all mine again
And for every breath I take
She takes four
And for every sound she makes
I want more
More than I can imagine
My face immersed inside her warm wet cavern of passion
Enjoying the flavour of her nature
Bathing my face in the juice that constitutes her essence
And as we dance
She holds me closer
And I can feel more of her presence
Wondering if she can hear what I am thinking about
Doing sexy things to her down south with my mouth
And if she can
I’m shameless
After all, she made the first advance
And judging by the way she’s kissing on my neck
This is more than just a dance
And that’s cool
‘Cause if like me she’s single again
And ready to mingle again
And meet new friends again
And if the vibe between us at the end of the night is right then
I’m more than ready to leave this club
And head to a more intimate location
Have sex or make love or just conversation
Let me see…
I’m young, I like to have fun
And do freaky things with my tongue til’ women cum
Here I am
Thinking myself into a situation that she may not even have a remote interest in
Not to mention I overheard so many women say it’s just a dance
But based on her actions and the energy she’s giving off, that’s not what she’s suggesting
Not in the way she’s holding and stroking me and still kissing and sucking on my neck
And with the same energy and passion she lustfully bites my ear and tells me I’m making her
wet
And inside my head I’m thinking how good can it get
And that with the same energy and passion
I’m gonna’ kiss and suck and lick
Everything and every drop until there’s nothing left
Or until she tells me to stop
But that’s only if she grants me the opportunity tonight to peel her out of this sexy dress and
to make her hot
Real hot
Hotter than we both feel right now on this crowded dance floor
But if not
Then it’s her loss
But if I don’t ask I won’t know
In fact I’m sure
Inside my doubting mind
That she is feeling equally as freaky
And what’s more
She was the one who first came seeking me
With these former advances of hers
It’s funny how even as a poet I sometimes can’t find the words
To say
But hey
Today for what its worth
I better find a way
To express to her these thoughts inside my head
If I don’t I may forfeit the chance of having her naked inside my bed
But in this intimate dance so much has already been said
So, what more is there really left to say
With a feeling between us strong
As the DJ plays on
Playing another one of our favourite songs
And all I want
Is her open
Open wide
As I press her closer
And slide my hand down her waist towards her behind
She holds me even tighter
As if to say she likes it and its fine
Our bodies intertwine and move in motion to the music
And everything feels so right
She moves her lips close to my ear again
And says I liked your performance earlier
Your words that you said on the mic
And I’m really enjoying the way we’re dancing
And the way you’re making me feel
And I want us to go home together
If that’s alright
She said, whatever happens I want you to know one thing
I don’t usually
Do it
On the first night.… See More

Former Advances

Now to start with
Her former advances seemed harmless
At least that’s what I thought, until it started
I mean, innocent thoughts became tarnished
By, if I take my chances
Judging by how intimate this dance is
Chance is
I could enchant this
Brown skinned, sexy thing home to my advantage
That I could enhance this
From dance floor darkness
To a candlelit bliss
And that if I play my cards right
I can’t miss
I don’t usually do it on the first night
But all I can envision is her hips
Gyrating to the rhythm of my lips
And my tongue
As it licks the sweet bitterness
From her clitoris
As she comes
I don’t usually do it on the first night
But I swear I would savour the flavour of her warm wetness til’ daylight
And my bet is, a cross between passion fruit and honey is just what she tastes like
Funny, I don’t usually do it on the first night
But her former advances though ever so slight
Have inspired thoughts of her naked, splayed atop my face
As I lie with my arms wrapped around her thighs as I taste
And lick and lick and suck
And drink her fine juices down til’ the sun comes up
And for a while there we remain, tucked up
No questions asked, no need to explain
And I just slip down and suck from her luscious tasting sugar cane all over again
Her former advances go backwards and forwards spinning around inside my brain
While the DJ spins and another song plays
As we graciously exchange names
I’m thinking…
I hope my thinking is not in vain
Thinking I hope her thoughts…
Are the same.… See More

Feel

Was beginning to feel cursed, wasted…losing faith in relationships
But then the police can only escort a man away from the home of his children
So many times before he starts to feel that way about shit
Thinking in my soul I know there has to be much better than this
And sitting in that prison cell long enough can also play mind tricks
I mean, how many times can a man stand a woman disrespecting his mother on her own doorstep
before he flips
Or how many times will he refrain from just turning up and breakin’ the door down when she says
no…you can’t see your kids
Disturbing the peace
But where is the peace in keeping a father from his child and a child from its dad
Especially when a mother knows that’s something she can’t give
Not to mention something she herself may’ve never even had
But too often when a woman feels hurt, when a woman feels scorned
What baby might need and feel ain’t really the real issue at hand
It’s more like what is the best weapon I have to hurt this man
Like he hurt me
How dare he leave me
Don’t care if he loves his child, he ain’t gonna see this baby
And there’s me…
Young 23, wild and crazy
Dusting off my fatigues and dessert boots from my solo expedition
Egyptian sun still in my braids, skin glistenin’, nile water still in my system
4 years down the road, Virginia heat can’t compare
And what I’ve been envisioning is clear
As I’m repositioning
Sitting in your passenger seat, and sweetness, I don’t think you’re listening
When I say I’m a stranger here
That I have never felt like this
You came out of nowhere
Unknowingly restoring my faith in relationships
And I know we’ve both had our fair share of crazy shit
That’s how I know exactly how this feels for you
When you say you’re scared of disappointment
But nothing is certain and our tomorrow is not promised
So let’s just share the enjoyment
And to be honest
I’ve been looking forward to today, us being here together again
You are an extraordinary person
I see myself in you, I feel like you understand me
And I want us to be more than friends
And I don’t care if that might sound cliché
But these are some of the things I’ve been only waiting to say
Since our date, on the train, on the bus, at the show
How do I explain
To a woman I really barely even know
That I can hear and read her pain
That I’m beginning to believe there’s more to our connection and it’s real
How do I too let go of the fear and the pride, of all the layers and the lies to tell you
This…is how I feel.… See More

Bloodstained Concrete

As this bloodstained concrete beneath my feet
Speaks yet another volume of more death in the street
It tells of more police meeting and maintaining agendas of another mission complete
By keeping more drug dealers in business even if this is only for a time at least
It speaks of gun crime on the increase
And of mums finding no peace
From crying without cease
From seeing their young ones dying in the streets
Sometimes it sings when it speaks
Sad songs of all the wrongs and all the grief
Come stand with me
Upon this haunting ground, in this taunting place
And hear the cries of this once ordinary grey pave
That now wears a bloodstained face
As it tells the in-depth stories of murder, brutality and violation
Inflicted on innocent victims in countless police stations
It says the same blood running across the floor in there
Is the same blood you see staining my face out here
Its cold voice cuts through me raw and authoritative
Speaking of corrupt law enforcement officers
And fraudulent governments
Who ship in and fly in weapons and drugs
As if mental enslavement isn’t enough
Without blood on the pavement
Distributing them throughout our communities
Adding further fuel to our death, decline and disunity
Hurting
While they just sit back and watch us destroy each other
Discuss how good it’s working
Then order their wicked workmen
Their crooked coppers to arrest and try and pocket the profits off of us
In this grandiose design
Designed to meet a grandiose purpose
Black blood continues to spill out into the streets ‘cause in the laws grand scheme of things
It’s…worthless
‘Too late for doctors and nurses’
Cries this
Here cold concrete as it continues to record these injustices upon its surface
Word is…
‘You might die here’, on what the local papers call ‘Murder mile’
But don’t be discouraged, come stand with me a while
Upon this haunting ground, in this taunting place
Where the pavement stays shiny red from the common blood on its face
Yes, shiny red
With more shine than hair designed with products by Nexxus
More glistening than a Gucci diamond necklace
Runs smoother and faster than a brand new Lexus
And draws more attention than a girl group from Texas
Yes
Come stand with me
And hear these tainted streets cry freedom
Freedom from the blood of those bleeding
But there comes no relief from the guns and drugs they keep feeding
Into our communities
Destroying our belief in love and unity
With so much evil in our neighbourhood
It’s difficult to see any good
Then we wonder why our youngsters don’t behave as they should
Its all…in the mind…control…system…of thieves
Don’t take my brain away…
Need to think…
Or soon we’ll be… Extinct
By this strategically manufactured disease
Mass genocide is taking place outside and on our TVs
Right before our eyes
And still millions of closed minds can’t see
That this is all by design and meant to be
Mentally, physically and spiritually it’s deep
There goes another soul put to sleep
Through drugs and gun crime on the increase
Everyday it’s the same old repeat
And as this cold wind blows through me
I stand here listening to the testimonies
Of this bloodstained concrete beneath my feet
Speaking yet another volume
Of more death
In the street.… See More

Beware…

We haven’t got much time so this must be brief
You are the chosen therefore you must know the visions I see
I see our planet earth on route to destruction
World leaders playing their part in its disruption
By means of controlled corruption
Behind great warfares I see pre-constructions
Cut downs in human production
Food contamination for human consumption
Alteration of the body’s spiritual ability to function
By the mind isolation, persuasion, re-education of societies
Based on lies and secrecies
With objectives only to achieve supremacy
I see cover-ups and transactions more than enough
To keep a man hush-hush from telling us
The truth
They bluff so who can we trust
They’re watching us now too
So let’s move
Just keep walking
I’ll do the talking
There’s a lot you don’t know yet
A lot you won’t get
And a lot you’re not supposed to
Just keep walking and I’ll show you
You see in the beginning
It’s not what you’re thinking
Things didn’t exactly happen in the Garden of Eden the way we’ve been believing
In fact we’re descendants from celestial beings
We’ve just been prevented from seeing
Now all this information can be traumatising
Especially with the thought of our hard task ahead
And slim chance of surviving
But we still can
With this information you must devise a plan
You may not see me again because they know who I am
Here, take this
It’s an Ankh
A very powerful amulet
Wear it around your neck and don’t forget
Now it won’t make you respected
But it’ll keep you protected
Against the matrix
Now, take this
Inside it contains all the info you need to know
Everything they don’t want us to see
Everything from extraterrestrials
To a wealth of conspiracy
Use them wisely and set our people free
Time is running out
I must leave you now
But keep an eye out
And don’t forget
Be aware of what’s going on in the streets
And on your TV set
Here, now watch these movies
But remember they’re only half the truth
The other half
Is only there to keep you confused
Go safely.… See More